Cold King, the Doctor Fei Is Running Away Chapter 522: Start Three: Farewell

　　Feng Xingying was in a bad mood, and even Qin Molin suffered.

　　 "It's all you. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't provoke a mad dog like Ling Chuxue." Feng Xingying gave Qin Molin a hateful look.

　　 Qin Molin smiled and swept Feng Xingying's shoulders fondly: "Okay, I am a mad dog. Would you like to be bitten by a mad dog?"

　　 "I don't want to!" Feng Xingying was angry, how could it make him feel better.

　　I can't help it if I don't want to encounter a rascal Qin Molin.

　　Because he has already moved his mouth, he gently bites her ears, side neck, and cheeks, numb to the bones.

　　 "Are you a dog? Biting people!" Feng Xingying rarely pushed him away, his face flushed, and his hair was about to explode.

　　 Qin Molin suddenly stretched out his slender arm and held her tightly in his arms.

　　Time seems to stand still.

　　 He just hugged her so quietly, sniffing her familiar breath greedily.

　　 "You..."

　　 "Hey, let me hold you for a while."

　　 Against such a sudden and serious Qin Molin, Feng Xingying was really at a loss.

　　 She was a little irritable because of Dean Xiao, and slowly calmed down in his embrace.

　　 His hug is very pure, only friendship, no feelings (together it is yu).

　　 makes people feel at ease and comfortable.

　　 "I will be away for a while, not too long. You are obedient and take care of yourself." His voice was gentle and enchanting.

　　"When will I take care of myself?"

　　 "Yes, you will take care of yourself the best. The situation may have changed recently. Go to Tsutenkaku to retreat. Every lord of the stars has its own retreat room, the place that took you last time."

　　 "Okay, I see, the nagging pavilion lord!" Feng Xingying looked helpless: "I will go to retreat when you leave, okay?"

　　 "Well, good." He reached out his hand and stroked the long hair between her forehead. It's like petting a child lovingly.

　　 I’m not a kid, fall!

　　 But Feng Xingying doesn't dare to explode her hairs randomly now. Once the exploded hairs result, I'm afraid it will cause someone to have a beast surname.

　　 It's a pity that her gentle cooperation still evokes someone's owe to the beast.

　　 Qin Molin's lips are soft and hot, with a hint of fresh temperature, rubbed from her ears, dyeing her delicate earlobe red.

　　 When the flowers are in full bloom, Feng Xingying's heart also opens a gap.

　　 She stood up on her toes and rubbed a vermilion cold on his enchanting face.

　　 Qin Molin's temperature was lit by her with a thud.

　　 overwhelming!

　　 Feng Xingying wants to escape, it is too late.

　　His chase spread all over her.

　　 ignites every cold cell of her.

　　 Fortunately, Qin Molin knows how to make sense.

　　 Everywhere he teased her*, but he just tasted nothing.

　　 He opened every inch of her pores, allowing her heart, like an unfolding flower bud, to bloom freely, petal by petal, without being washed away by the sudden storm.

　　His kiss, long and thin, seems to talk about parting dissatisfaction and love.

　　 lip points.

　　Feng Xingying is like a fish lacking water, panting, her delicate cheeks covered with a thin layer of powder.

　　 There is a layer of mist in her eyes, like a net, which is inhabiting people's hearts.

　　 All Qin Molin's self-control collapsed at this moment.

　　 He domineeringly embraced her and kissed hard, as if to exhaust all his strength, rub her into his body and take her away.

　　 "Oh, you~"

　　 Feng Xingying's voice wanted to resist, weakly unable to break through the barrier that he owed him.