Cold King, the Doctor Fei Is Running Away Chapter 670: Strange dreams

Ji Jue's voice is gentle and quiet, and his heartbeat is naturally clear, so he doesn't lie when he hears it.

After all, he is actually a very gentle and kind person.

Only such a person can infinitely tolerate their own spirit beasts that are useless and eaten, and their temper is still arrogant.

Feng Xingying felt very at ease, and fell asleep unconsciously.

She hasn't slept peacefully outside the space for a long time.

If there is such a brother, it seems to feel very good.

Feng Xingying even had a dream, seeing her parents and relatives vaguely.

The picture in the dream gradually blurred, and Feng Xingying suddenly entered a familiar space.

Black pressed trees and red leaves, she lay quietly in the hot spring, the warm water of the hot spring soaked her body.

In the courtyard, the smoke is curling up, giving people warmth.

The faint scent of porridge and rice wafted through, and a knowing smile appeared on the corners of Feng Xingying's lips.

The familiar figure is getting closer and closer. He is dressed like ink in black, his face is as cold as jade, and the edges and corners are as sharp as a knife. His deep eye pupils reflect her figure.

Feng Xingying smiled at him unconsciously and said softly: "Qin Molin, are you here to pick me up?"

He also smiled at her and held out his hand towards her.

Feng Xingying happily put her hand on his palm.

He pulled Feng Xingying out of the water with a gentle pull.

Feng Xingying flew out of the water like a butterfly and hovered in the air, pulling her into his arms tightly and gently with his wrist, and hugged her tightly.

Familiar temperature and familiar breath surround Fengxing Ying.

She closed her eyes obsessively, and his kiss was like a flood bursting a bank, overwhelming the sky.

His breath completely envelops her, spreading a little bit.

Her breathing, her lungs are all in him.

The familiar warmth and affection, the unfamiliar despair and sorrow.

Is this real, or a dream?

Feng Xingying is a little confused.

If it is a dream, let the dream last longer.

"Qin Molin." Feng Xingying closed her eyes and wandered in the ocean of his breath.

Now he has endless tenderness, his eyes are a little bit painful and pity.

All the fetters on her body were broken at his fingertips, and she gently untied his clothes.

He carried a desperate madness, a hot and humid breath on Feng Xingying's face.

Feng Xingying felt her body tighten suddenly, and his fiery heat had entered.

His temperature is still familiar heat, and he wants to ignite, ignite, and reignite her desperately.

His time and time again caused Feng Xingying to forget the time, place, and everything. He was only immersed in the unforgettable heart he brought her.

She feels that her body is very light and soft, like rootless duckweed, cold and fluffy.

He fixed her and warmed her heart with his body temperature.

He conquered again and again, sending her into the clouds.

She thought she could catch her breath, but found that a new wave of conquests followed, sending her to a higher peak in the cloud.

"Qin Molin~~"

When she was in love, she finally yelled out of her emotions, calling his name over and over again during his repeated conquests.

Until, the scorching lava exploded, Feng Xingying felt that heat flow exploded in her body, devouring her soul and bones.

"Xingying, if I regret it, would you forgive me?" His voice quivered softly.

Will?

A word stuck in Fengxingying's throat~IndoMTL.com~ for a long time, but I still didn't say it.

She heard Qin Molin's sigh.

Suddenly her heart hurts.

No more consciousness.

After Feng Xingying woke up, she was still the tent and the bed, and she was still the boy named Xiaoxing.

She can feel the hot temperature on her body, which belongs to Qin Molin's temperature. There is also the breath of Qin Molin.

　　

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