In front of Feng Xingying, he is not the lord of the Heavenly Pavilion who is high, he is just a young man who has fallen into the fog of love. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

He was afraid of her uncertainty.

Fortunately, Feng Xingying's behavior made a stone in his heart fall.

But Feng Xingying's current appearance made him extremely distressed.

"Cheap them!" Qin Molin hugged Feng Xingying with a sinister face, helped her sit down, and leaned her soft body on him.

"Don't be afraid, I will be with you and always with you. Next time, I won't be late. ”

"Hmm. Feng Xingying's consciousness was a little confused, but he refused to leave.

Her soul power was extremely unstable due to the influence of the soul fruit, and it was already difficult to hold on.

But she just stubbornly refused to leave, and only by holding on longer, the effect of the medicine would be longer.

Once she left this soul realm and experienced a life and death, the medicinal power of the soul fruit was nullified.

Especially when she saw his familiar face, she was even more at ease.

Qin Molin painfully wiped the blood stains on Feng Xingying's face with his slender jade-white fingers.

His fingers were soon dyed with a bewitching red.

His eyes were full of pity.

He wanted to bear it all for her.

"If I had made up my mind earlier, if I had given up all my worries and come in with you, you would not have been bullied.

It's my fault, it's all my fault. Qin Molin's obviously nice voice was accompanied by a hint of choked pain at this time.

He felt her pain and was anxious.

He wanted to bear it all for her, he wanted to spoil her to heaven and let her run wild beside him.

But he brought her into this painful illusion, and she was almost bullied.

Feng Xingying never disappointed her.

He knew she was strong, stronger than he saw.

But she was so fragile, as if she could crush it with a force, making him so distressed that he didn't dare to move.

His hand brushed her cheek little by little.

From the corners of the eyes to the nose, from the ears to the soft lips, from the hair to the delicate neck.

His hands were stained with blood, and his fingertips were stained with her temperature.

Qin Molin's body became hot uncontrollably.

His eyes, burning at her face.

He held her little head in pity, and his fiery lips fell on her jade-smooth forehead.

Her cold temperature made him reluctant to give up.

His lips slid little by little, little by little from her eyelids.

His breath sprayed hot and wet on her cheeks.

Feng Xingying just couldn't move, but his senses were more sensitive.

Everything he did, she could feel.

Through his careful movements, she could also feel the heat in his heart.

His heart for her will not be fake.

Feng Xingying was even a little scared.

She wasn't ready for such an emotion.

If he is just King Leng, she can still have something to look forward to, look forward to joining hands with him, and expect him to accept her concept and be a couple for the rest of his life.

But he was the lord of the Heavenly Pavilion high up, and she was too far away from his world.

She didn't know if he would need to intermarry, or even if he would have a lot of women, which was the most intolerable thing for Feng Xingying.

She didn't want to be his accessory either, Feng Xingying admitted that she was not that great, and for her love, she could not sacrifice anything, such as freedom and dignity.

But this is the soul realm, if they are destined to have no results, here, can they forget their feelings once?

When his hot and moist lips landed on her cold soft lips, Feng Xingying's body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

This time, she didn't dodge, but lightly opened her lips and took the initiative to greet his arrival.