Cold King, the Doctor Fei Is Running Away

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Feng Xingying suddenly stopped talking, and the entire room became quiet.

Quiet enough that they could hear each other's violent heartbeat and nervous breathing.

Also, they all opened their eyes, and they could see each other at a glance. They were so close, and in an ambiguous gesture that he was up and she was down.

No, you can't go on like this.

Feng Xingying felt that she still had to do something. She awkwardly turned her head away and twisted her body, trying to avoid him.

late.

Qin Molin chased after finding that she was about to run away.

His enthusiasm, like a storm, fell over her forehead, cheeks, ears, neck, and finally on the delicate petals.

Domineering masculinity, mixed with strong blood, permeated in Feng Xingying's mouth.

His eyes were domineering and crazy, like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, which struck her heart.

His temperature was as hot as a soldering iron, and he seemed to want to imprint his mark on her, forever.

She wanted to escape, but her body didn't listen to the call, and she tangled with him obediently.

Feng Xingying gave up struggling and even gave up thinking, and the whole person was weak and weak.

I wish time was still, and now it is eternal.

She was still pushing his small hand on the chest, and she did not know when she had been holding his waist in subconscious.

Her body, from its original rigidity, became soft and watery, with a hint of sweetness and coldness, like the most beautiful taste in the world, tempting him to taste.

Her heart has long accepted him.

Feng Xingying is not an arrogant person. Even if they can't be together in the end, she is willing to leave a deep memory with him.

With him, she would not regret it.

Anyway, with her previous words, it was: She was not responsible for falling asleep!

Qin Molin seemed to feel the subtle changes in Feng Xingying's mentality, and was even more bold.

The soft clouds floating seemed to encourage him to continue exploring.

He shines like the sun, and walks between the square and the inch, and paints a layer of delicate fat color for the white cloud in the sky.

The warm sun drew in the air, lighting her icy body a little bit.

His eyes are bloodthirsty, and he wants to desperately taste the deliciousness in front of him.

His movements became rough, even a little nervous and impatient.

He bowed his head and started a new round of crusade.

Without her resistance, he quickly broke into the fortress, using chi as a soldier.

Feng Xingying can only make a "whine" sound. There is no pain, but it seems to be content with release.

At this time, no words can compare with each other's soul.

The soft eraser wipes the silk thread contaminated on the white paper a little bit, gently making people fall like hot springs, each pore is dancing and jumping.

Looking at his careful and gentle movement, Feng Xingying's face was red.

Feng Xingying felt that the blood in his mouth was even heavier.

Feng Xingying discovered it later.

Qin Molin, his breath is very unstable!

he got hurt?

When did it happen? Is it the so-called guardian formation?

She thought he was always so aggressive and powerful, and he didn't expect him to be hurt.

Feng Xingying, who was riding with him, was well protected and did not even hurt half of his hair.

The softest part of Feng Xingying's heart, something was poked, like ice, slowly dissolved.

It turned out he didn't say it, but he kept doing it silently.

She looked up and faced a pair of blood-red monsters with strange and inhuman eyes.