Cold King, the Doctor Fei Is Running Away Chapter 151: The king has been poisoned deeply

　　 Feng Xingying didn't look at him, just passed him quietly.

　　 Just when Feng Xingying was about to stagger with him, the two moved in different directions.

　　 Qin Molin felt a sudden pain in his heart, as if there was something precious about to leave him.

　　 He unconsciously stretched out his hand and grabbed Feng Xingying's arm.

　　 Feng Xingying stood still, not struggling, just let him pull it like this.

　　He didn't say anything, and Feng Xingying didn't say anything.

　　 The silence between the two seemed to have frozen the whole world.

　　 time, also freezes for them.

　　 I don’t know how long it took before Qin Molin slammed Feng Xingying’s body, flicked his cloak, covered her whole body in it, and took her into his arms reads;.

　　Feng Xingying is very quiet and does not make unnecessary struggles.

　　 She can't struggle with him, so there is no need to be hypocritical.

　　 Feng Xingying can feel the harsh wind around him, his speed must be very fast, it should be ascending into the air. Where does it seem to be going?

　　What is he going to do?

　　 Without waiting for Feng Xingying to think more, Qin Molin had already lowered his head, leaning over, staring at her with pitch-black eyes.

　　Feng Xingying was immersed in this vortex of stars for a moment. She actually saw the vast galaxy in his eyes.

　　 How powerful and shocking is that?

　　 At the moment Feng Xingying was lost, his lips were pressed down a little bit and pressed carefully against hers.

　　 That trace of warmth and moistness is like the most wonderful temptation in the world, tempting him to go a little deeper and tempting him to explore.

　　 He wants more, he wants to possess desperately.

　　 Qin Molin tasted her delicious taste, like swallowing a little bit of bone-eroding poison.

　　She is his poison.

　　 is a poison that he actively poisoned and never wanted to cure it all his life.

　　 At this moment, Feng Xingying returned to his senses and pushed Qin Molin away from her lips as she wanted to.

　　 Her lips were red as blood when he chewed, and her cheeks, like mutton fat and white jade, were also stained with crimson clouds.

　　 But her eyes are full of stubbornness and anger.

　　He pulled her back into his arms, with a few enchanting charms in the magnetic voice: "Hey, stop making trouble. This king decided not to be angry with you."

　　 "Angry? Why?" Feng Xingying's voice was cold and alienated. She shouldn't forgive me so unexplainably, because she never felt that she had done something wrong.

　　 Qin Molin has his formal standards. Doesn't she have her own principles for her stardom?

　　 What did she do, what she didn't do, she has her own conscience, she doesn't need to explain to anyone.

　　"If you like a woman who follows you in everything, just yell and you can line up to the gate of the city, why bother to look for me? If you like my face, I will send her as a human skin mask tomorrow Here you are, you can give it to whoever you want!"

　　Feng Xingying’s voice contained a trace of unyielding stubbornness.

　　 Just last night, she already understood what she wanted, and she really liked him.

　　 But the feelings she wanted to seal the stars and shadows were never to be someone's puppet or to lose herself for someone. She has her own pride in her bones.

　　 Just a glance, Qin Molin understood her intentions.

　　He couldn't wait to tie her back, favoring her every night and forcing her to submit.

　　 But then what he gets is not the Fengxingying he wants, he will ruin her.

　　 Qin Molin took a deep breath, controlled his breathtaking air-conditioning, and spoke as calmly as possible:

　　 "You don't trust me so much?"

　　 "What?" Feng Xingying was a little confused.

　　 Between the two of them, it seems that they are not paying attention to the same point at all.