"Seal the Star Shadow!" An angry voice sounded from behind her, and Xiaoying lost consciousness.

She didn't know what was going on, but she was relieved that the master didn't kiss her in the end.

But where is she now?

Here, it seems to be a large uninhabited forest, with only a courtyard, a wooden house, and a hot spring behind the wooden house.

When Feng Xingying woke up, she was soaked in the hot spring, and the warm hot spring water washed away the marks of shame on her body.

She remembered that when she woke up last night she had been on a white fox skin bed in the wooden house, and when she woke up, he was holding her down angrily and kissing her.

She panicked, tried to run away, tried to push him away.

But her body was weak, and he fed her a strange flesh, and he ate the pit himself.

He kept kissing her, kissing her, kissing her until she was as soft as water. Then he demanded her forcefully, despite her resistance.

Over and over again, like a tidal wave, like a numb stun by a golden thunderbolt, like a scorching heat scorched by a blazing fire.

A round of sprints burned out what little sanity she had left in her mind.

And she was shameless and gradually getting better, and she was tactfully acknowledged under him, and he brought out a babbling voice again and again.

Her familiar voice is the best reward and antidote for him, so that he can't wait to express all the lovesickness for thousands of years.

In the emotion, her nails left blood marks on his shoulders as he removed all precautions for her.

Qin Molin even masochistically mixed a trace of destructive spiritual power with these blood marks to prevent his own body from healing automatically.

These blood marks are proof that they have loved, and he is afraid that the next moment, he may not have it anymore.

He treated her like this, and perhaps, she really wouldn't forgive him.

But Qin Molin was also desperate, God knows how much his heart hurt when he saw Ye Jingning and Feng Xingying kissing together.

She's grown up, and he can't afford to wait.

If he doesn't do it again, she will be someone else's woman, he loves her so much that he can't smile and bless her, so he can only take her away and make her hate him, which is better than losing him forever.

What surprised Qin Molin the most was that the little shadow who was knocked out could be brought into the space by him.

And he, sealed all her spiritual power, he would not let her go again, even in this way she didn't like the most.

His love, scorching and intense, carries a determination to the death.

She lingered like water, forgetting everything and herself for a while.

It was as if he had sent her soul into another world, climbing the peaks and wonders.

The dazzling stars make people fall endlessly.

And when she thought that she had reached the highest peak, appreciated the most exciting scenery, and could finally breathe a sigh of relief, he sent her to another peak domineeringly.

Like, endlessly. But it's not annoying.

Her subconsciously soft and cowardly voice responded to his despair and affection.

She wasn't used to it, but she still subconsciously called his name.

"Qin Molin. ”

This sound was really like ordering Qin Molin's crazy acupoint, making it even more difficult for him to control himself, and he couldn't wait to die with her.

At least then he wouldn't worry that she didn't love him, that she hated him, that she was thinking of other men. Don't worry about whether to be soft on her or ruthless.

Love is like a swamp, lingering, desperate, endless.

Until, she softened into a swamp of mud and fell into a complete coma.