Cold King, the Doctor Fei Is Running Away Chapter 460: I am willing (3
is still Feng Xingying, feeling that Qin Molin's body temperature seems to be warmer.
only later realized that I wanted to withdraw.
late.
The overwhelming damp and heat imprints, covering her face, like a fiery red soldering iron, imprinted layers of fine imprints and patterns on the cold spar.
Her feeling is cold, soaking but not biting, very comfortable, much more comfortable than ice spring water.
He rubbed his hands like he did, and his imprints domineeringly, leaving Feng Xingying's mind confused and dizzy.
Qin Molin frowned again, seeming to think the clothes on her body got in the way.
With a light movement of his fingers, he tore those troublesome obstacles into strands.
Feng Xingying put her hands around her chest in embarrassment.
Both of them, there is nothing to stop them.
What will happen next, Feng Xingying is not ready yet, but does not regret it.
She took a deep breath, suddenly mustered up her courage, and began to respond to his domineering.
Her response was the strongest potion in the world, causing his tense nerves to collapse instantly, making it difficult to hold on to himself.
The suffocating numbness is intertwined with the peak of happiness, Feng Xingying opened her eyes and quietly looked at the man in front of her, with a slight smile on her face.
If she is his only antidote, she does not regret entering this ice spring.
lip points.
Qin Molin suddenly pushed Feng Xingying away.
He turned around awkwardly, suppressing the constant clamor in his body and the violent heat.
"You go! Otherwise."
"Otherwise? Are you afraid that you can't control yourself?" Feng Xingying chuckled.
At this time, he was afraid of hurting her and forcing her, which has already explained a lot of problems.
"I don't know what the future will be." Feng Xingying suddenly said: "But at this moment, I am willing."
Feng Xingying hugged Qin Molin's waist from behind.
Qin Molin trembled lightly, and the last sensible string was crushed into powder under her hand.
He turned around, trying to control his emotions, stroking her hair bun and cheek little by little, as if stroking the most precious treasure in the world.
Her face is like a piece of black ice, melting slowly under the temperature of his hot fingers and lips.
Her heart also followed little by little, slowly melting, from cold to hot.
He could no longer restrain his suppressed hopes, and he let out a suppressed growl in his throat.
All the heat waves, with a nervous heart, rushed into the cold and sweet peach.
Together, they sank to the bottom, but always embraced each other, felt each other's temperature, led each other, and entered the painful but sweet peak.
His long black hair is dangled, evil and sexy, like a beautiful demon man walking out of an ancient painting.
The green silk is like a waterfall, silk strands, floating softly, covering her back, and also wrapped around him, like strands of infatuated fireworks, entangled.
His fingers traversed her cold face, which was soaked in ice spring water, with pity. Her temperature was like ice jade, and she was calm down to his heart.
Others are heart-warming.
When he arrived at Qin Molin, Feng Xingying gave him Bing Xin.
She cooperated bluntly, and turned her lips together.
His shoulders, slightly salty sweat, fresh out of his body. Mixed with ice spring water, there is some salty fishy in the coolness.
His sudden entry made Feng Xingying groan out of control.
Qin Molin was strangled almost asphyxiated.
was actually stopped, unable to get to the deepest.
Qin Molin lowered his head, kissed her light earlobe in the water, hugged her tighter, and occupied her fiercely.
again.
She was so painful that she scratched a few deep wisps of blood on his shoulder.
Her face turned pale with pain, but she knew the importance of this time.
Once is decided, Feng Xingying will not back down.
She gritted her teeth, and at a very deep moment, she stopped escaping, but slammed forward and hugged him tightly.
finally rushed to the bottom, Qin Molin's heart was beating fiercely, almost crushing people into his body, an unprecedented crazy joy rushed to his forehead, like carefree, like crazy, all reason flew to Beyond the clouds, there is only the hope of fall.
is like death and rebirth, everything is far away in his eyes, all his senses are only her, he just wants to dominate her fiercely, hold her, and possess her.
will follow his heart, he started.
want, want to love...
He wanted to bury her in the deepest part of her body and never separate.
The initial sharp pain finally passed, Feng Xingying’s body was not so painful anymore, and a feeling of heat, itching, and numbness came. With his fierce movements, he shivered more and more like a sea tide. A wave seems to drown out life.
In the senses, in the lungs, the whole body is full of his own taste, she seems to be tied to his body, completely falling into his world, deeply sinking.
The fierce madness gradually faded, Qin Molin's speed slowed down, feeling her body as soft as water, no longer resisting his movements, the corners of his lips evoked a touch of evil charm, extremely lingering.
Feng Xingying was tossed with emotion, the corners of her eyes were slightly red, her breath was intertwined with a whisper, and the mist in her blurred eyes melted into the surrounding ice springs.
Her lips are as red as blood.
Qin Molin can't stand her soft as petals...
Every time he saw her biting her lip, he wanted to leaning over to kiss her and crush her into his body regardless!
hadn't come this far before, he could only restrain himself.
now?
can be indulged.
Qin Molin is like a wild horse again, reveling wantonly.
Pain.
Feng Xingying gritted his teeth and bit his shoulder subconsciously, not letting herself scream.
She felt that half of her redness was quickly washed away by the ice spring water, but the other half entered his body.
is the first time Feng Xingying has encountered such a strange phenomenon.
Qin Molin seemed to feel the repressed pain of Feng Xingying, and paused the rough offensive. He hugged her tightly with his backhand, as if to carve her into the flesh and melt into the bone.
He wanted to comfort him, but he didn't know how to speak.
All the comforting words turned into soft gnawing.
Feng Xingying stubbornly said: "Remember, I slept with you today, and I won't be responsible for you. After today, you and I have nothing to do with each other. Don't want to keep me responsible for this."
There was a husky cry in her voice, with a hint of pride in her softness.
It's a pity, Qin Molin didn't hear it at all!
Or rather, he doesn't want to listen at all!
are not related to each other?
The beauty of thinking!
At least for this moment, she shouldn't run away.
She is all in his mind and body.
Qin Molin's mind is blank now, completely immersed in this white moonlight.
Her words were soft, like a drum of encouragement, which made him renew the courage to fight.
ups and downs, huge waves rolling.
again and again.
forcefully, presumptuously, violently, it brought up the ambiguous sound of water, which made her numb, made her tremble, stirred her, and made her survive and die.
She is like a small boat driving on the sea, letting the madness of squalls and rain strikes, but she always keeps her heart clear.
Whenever a huge wave hits, it will lift the ship's body high, the stimulating heartbeat speeds up, and can't help but want to scream.
Feng Xingying thought that Qin Molin's consciousness had entered a semi-crazy state, and she would not see her embarrassment at the moment.
She stopped suppressing herself at all, letting her dense, soft voice overflow from her mouth, composing a song of love, and every movement of Qin Molin, every time she went in and out, was like a pen, writing The rhythm of the ballad.
Her voice, her breath, and her taste are all his greatest encouragement and temptation.
At this time, in Qin Molin's eyes, the darkness is like ink, and the stars and all things are condensed in them, and there is no more demon red haunting them.
There is clarity in his heart. Everything, under his powerful conquest, was composed into a beautiful ballad.
She is like the other side he has been missing for a long time. Now she has found and linked together, and finally completed it.
has been haunting his realm barrier, and at this moment, he was smashed to pieces.
But Qin Molin didn't want to make a breakthrough.
Because now, there is something more important than a breakthrough.
Her refreshing breath and natural clear voice are the beauty he wants to cherish most at this moment.
Until this moment, Qin Molin felt that he was really a tangible person, not a monster in the mouth of others.
Until he had her, he didn't realize that he could be stronger, stronger, and even better for himself.
Only by becoming stronger can he protect what he wants, and he can live up to her affection.
These words, he will not say, only silently do.
Use actions to make her understand all the love and satisfaction.
Feng Xingying's tight and suppressed groan is the best affirmation of him.
makes him totally tireless, all night long.
once, and again.
over and over again.
He demanded fiercely, more and more ferocious, like a bloodthirsty beast, finding delicious prey.
By the way, his cruelty, but like a potent poison, made her unable to escape, going deep into it, sinking deeper and deeper.
At the end, Feng Xingying's consciousness has been blurred, just instinctively responding, instinctively feeling, and instinctively making a sound that makes her ashamed.
As everyone knows, there is a beautiful figure outside Bingquan~IndoMTL.com~, trembling all over, but refuses to leave.
The scene she dreamed of for more than ten years was taken away mercilessly by another woman.
The joy in Feng Xingying’s voice seems to be the best irony and declaration of war against her.
She embedded her nails fiercely into the flesh, but she couldn't contain her more painful heart.
There was a rush of heat between her legs, but her heart became colder.
The man she wanted, but never touched her.
If he is cold, he should be cold to all women.
Why at this moment, I tirelessly send Feng Xingying into the sky. Is it possible that only Feng Xingying can turn all his depression into happiness?
All she had heard before was the howling of painful monster blood. But at this moment, his voice was low and with intoxication and satisfaction, it was Feng Xingying brought him, not her.
Thinking about her previous demonstrations against Feng Xingying, it is no wonder that she would be ironically incomplete. She even felt that she was a loser, a clown through and through.
No, she is the daughter of the Ling family, she can't suffer such humiliation.
Sooner or later, she will replace her and stay with the man
Edge.
As long as Feng Xingying is killed, she will definitely be able to get it. Lonely looking back and say ps: This is a big chapter with three chapters in one, the number of words is the number of words in the previous three chapters, the update counts three changes, the price will be charged according to the three chapters, everyone~~~