Chapter 607

Fortunately, he was not interested in her dress.

Feng Xingying put on his nightgown and shook the water on his hair comfortably.

Sure enough, it's a miracle. Sometimes a powerful magic power works better than any panacea.

Qin Molin just used Mu Lingli to help her warm up the wound, Feng Xingying felt better, and her body was much more relaxed.

After stretching, Feng Xingying pounced on the soft bed, held the quilt, and vaguely said to Qin Molin:

"sleepy, sleep, good night."

"Good."

Wait!

In the same sentence, why is my meaning different from what you understand?

When the side suddenly quiet more people, Feng Xingying hair, depressed to ask: "your room over there!"

"I can't sleep alone." This play hooligan excuse, Feng Xingying originally wanted to give him full marks.

But she is the one who is fooled. What's the matter?

Feng Xingying pushed him helplessly: "go back to sleep."

"Sleep together." Qin Molin stretched out his hand and put the star shadow in his arms: "I want to protect you all the time."

“……”

Another perfect excuse for being a hooligan!

"Qin Molin, you bastard, you must not have lost your memory, right?" Feng Xingying is about to cry helplessly.

However, Qin Molin doesn't care how she blows up her hair at all. She is only responsible for encircling the kitten and sleeping on her own.

Piansheng, his strength is big, Feng Xingying still can't escape.

After Feng Xingying failed to blow up her hair, she had to lie down.

After he calmed down, the vague and quiet outline in the half darkness always made Feng Xingying think of his quiet and beautiful appearance when he was locked in the ice coffin.

Her face was a little red and wriggling uneasily.

He seemed to feel her uneasiness and patted her on the head like a big brother:

"don't be afraid, it won't hurt when you fall asleep."

He thought she had a sore wound!

But when he reached out and pressed her head in his arms, it happened that her lips were on his clavicle.

Damn it!

What does a man do with such evil?!

Feng Xingying wants to cry without tears.

But he has more devilish means.

He put his hand into her spacious robe.

Under the influence of demon blood, Qin Molin's temperature is always higher than that of ordinary people. Holding him is more like holding a hot water bag.

The temperature of his hands, such as bathing in hot springs.

Let Feng Xingying feel comfortable and want to breathe out, then react to their ambiguity, want to resist.

She is a man now. She doesn't want to bend Qin Molin suddenly.

She would like to shout a queen sister to save me, now regret it too late?

The answer is: it's too late!

Qin Molin's hand glides down Feng Xingying's cold back skin. Feng Xingying is the opposite of Qin Molin. Her body is as cool as ice all the year round, but as warm as jade.

Feng Xingying's heart is almost in his throat.

Fortunately.

Qin Molin's fingers slipped to Feng Xingying's wound and stopped. He tried his best to warm the wound for her with pulse wood spirit.

"Good, it won't hurt." With his other hand, he patted the little brain of Feng Xingying.

Feng Xingying can feel that Qin Molin's temperature is also rising.

Damn it, she can't move any more.

But she can't control herself!

Especially Qin Molin's hand, touching her wound, fell gently and warmly on her back, making Feng Xingying even more numb.

But she couldn't explain anything.

She is young Ye Xing now!

Qin Molin is just a big brother to help her heal.

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