Cold King, the Doctor Fei Is Running Away Chapter 364: Farewell one

　　 "Heh..."

　　Feng Xingying sneered: "This kind of excuse to deceive a three-year-old kid is still not ashamed. I have no obligation to help you. I will leave first. If you want to persuade him, you'd better tell the truth."

　　 Feng Xingying turned around and left.

　　 There was a clear look on the man's face.

　　Feng Xingying said that he would not help him, but he mentioned the most important point.

　　 Next, he knew what to do.

　　……

　　Feng Xingying returned to the Royal Academy, sat down in his courtyard, took a long-lost Yunxiang brand food with chopsticks, and greeted someone.

　　 "Are you leaving?" Feng Xingying had already guessed that he would leave.

　　 His heart is not as cold as those people think.

　　 "Yeah." Qin Molin stopped talking, staring at Feng Xingying's bright lips, the atmosphere was strangely hot.

　　He obviously didn't come...however he saw her, he would be unable to control himself inexplicably.

　　 "Do you want to give it away?" Feng Xingying's eyebrows are curled, and the corners of her lips are full of smiles.

　　 "Yes." He nodded: "Better take me home."

　　Feng Xingying gave him a big roll of eyes: "Go well, don't give it away."

　　 Feng Xingying knows herself that she, a newly advanced spiritual master, is not comparable to any guards such as Qin Eleven in Qin Molin's house, and even the servant who knelt down and begged at Qin Molin's feet.

　　 Is her strength like this a burden to him? Or go to get blinded?

　　 Feng Xingying's petty temper, she was afraid she could not bear it.

　　 He glanced at her deeply, without her explaining, he already understood.

　　 It's as if she is who he once was. Her thoughts and pride have all been experienced by him.

　　 A gust of wind blows by, and a crimson is scattered.

　　 A few tender petals fell on Feng Xingying’s hair temples, making a few spots of dust on her jet-black hair.

　　 He looked at her, just wanting to engrave her at the moment in his heart.

　　 Feng Xingying pursed her lips, without a smile on her face. She just looked at him, forcibly suppressing the little emotion in her heart.

　　 Qin Molin could no longer control his heart, he reached out his hand domineeringly, and pulled her into his arms.

　　Her little head hit his chin, but he didn't feel the pain, but felt a kind of bone-cutting intolerance.

　　 He suppressed the heat in his heart as much as possible, and held her face gently as possible.

　　His pupils are dark and deep, as if they can penetrate into people's hearts.

　　 Feng Xingying even forgot to escape, so quietly, she looked at the man in front of her.

　　His face will be so familiar tomorrow morning, but it will still be amazed every time you look at it. Under his thick black eyebrows, the eyelashes are like two small fans. They are just quietly there, but they can move people's hearts.

　　His pupils are dark and deep, as if they contain all the stars, and people can't help but fall into it.

　　 His angular cheeks are like a beautiful jade carved with a knife, exquisite and shiny, especially those thin lips, exuding seductive heat, tempting people to approach and pick.

　　Feng Xingying is obviously a person with high self-control, but it is unavoidable to be tempted by him like this, and his body twists gently.

　　 Every inch of her change, from the look in her eyes to her body temperature, to the blush that sneaked up on her cheeks, he clearly felt it.

　　 Qin Molin was very satisfied with the success of being charmed by Feng Xingying.

　　He whispered in her ear: "Are you still satisfied?"

　　 "What?" Feng Xingying turned her face awkwardly.

　　 "The king said, "Look at you, you don't need to peek." He whispered in her ear, his voice soft and low, with a trace of depression.