Chapter 511 Departure 3: Farewell

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

"It's all you. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have provoked a mad dog like Ling Chuxue." Feng Xingying gave Qin Molin a bitter look.

Qin Molin curled his lips into a smile, and embraced Feng Xingying's shoulder lovingly: "Okay, I'm a mad dog. Then would you like to be bitten by a mad dog?"

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

When meeting a scoundrel like Qin Molin, there was nothing he could do if he didn't want to.

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

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

Time seemed to stand still.

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

"you……"

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

Faced with such a suddenly serious Qin Molin, Feng Xingying was really at a loss.

Her somewhat irritable heart because of Dean Xiao gradually calmed down in this hug from him.

His hug is very pure, there is only friendship, no affection (yu together).

It makes people feel very at ease and comfortable.

"I'm going to be away for a while, not too long. You are obedient and take care of yourself." His voice was gentle, with a hint of bewitching charm.

"When will I stop taking care of myself?"

"Yes, you are the best at taking care of yourself. The situation may have changed recently. You should go to Tongtian Pavilion for retreat. Every star master has his own retreat room, which is the place he took you to last time."

"Okay, I got it, nagging Lord Pavilion Master!" Feng Xingying looked helpless: "I'll go to retreat after you leave, okay?"

"Well, dear." He reached out and stroked the long hair on her forehead.It's like lovingly stroking a child.

People are not children, fall!

However, Feng Xingying doesn't dare to blow up his hair now, once the result of the blowing up, I'm afraid it will attract someone's animal surname.

As if a flower was in full bloom, Feng Xingying's heart also opened a crack.

She stood on tiptoe suddenly, and wiped a bit of vermilion cold on his monstrous face.

Qin Molin's temperature was ignited by her with a bang.

Overwhelming!

It was too late for Feng Xingying to escape.

His pursuit is everywhere in every corner of her.

Ignite every cold cell of her.

Fortunately, Qin Molin knows how to measure.

He teased her every desire, but he tasted so little.

He opened every inch of her pores, allowing her heart, like an unfolding flower bud, to bloom freely petal by petal, but it would not be washed away by the sudden storm.

His kiss, fine and long, seemed to be expressing his parting reluctance and lovesickness.

Lip points.

Feng Xingying was like a fish short of water, gasping for air, her delicate cheeks were covered with a thin layer of powder.

Her eyes were hazy with a layer of water mist, like a net, catching people's hearts.

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

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

"Woo, you~"

Feng Xingying's voice of wanting to resist was so weak that it couldn't break through the barrier of his hopelessness.

(End of this chapter)

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