At night, Feng Xingying fell into a dream again.

It is still the same scene, and the place is still Qin Molin's space that she is familiar with.

His embrace is real and warm, which makes her addicted and unwilling to wake up.

His kiss, let her intoxicated.

His eyes are dark and deep, with indescribable pain:

"Feng Xingying, you win, I can't leave you." After a long kiss, he said.

"Because I like you, I want to connect with you every night, and I want to send you to the top of happiness." That's what he said when he entered her.

"I just want to love you." That's what he said when he sent her into the cloud.

"Can you give me another chance?" He said so.

"Your body still has my temperature. You don't want to forget me, do you? "

"Why don't you speak? Do you still hate me? "

"I want to be by your side all the time."

Qin Molin in his dream is quite different from the past. So few words of he, unexpectedly can put love words in the mouth.

In the past, Feng Xingying felt that these numb love words were all men's weapons to deceive women.

But after hearing Qin Molin's desperate and affectionate words, she knew that he was sincere.

Her heart, why good pain, good pain.

After that, he stopped talking and focused on communicating with her with his body.

Long silence.

In the air, only the sound of Papa is left, like the sound of rain hitting the eaves.

Anyway, this is a dream, and the heart of Feng Xingying is flying higher and higher.

Forget the time, forget the place, forget herself.

She cooperated with him completely, with the same despair.

The cloud receives the rain, the sunny day arrives.

But doomed to separation.

They don't want to say goodbye.

Qin Mo Lin sighed with bitterness:

"Feng Xingying, if you haven't forgotten me, can you promise me one thing?"

Feng Xingying looked up at him.

His facial features are still so cold and exquisite, like a work of art. His figure is still fascinating. But in his eyes, full of sadness, a careless will hurt people.

Feng Xingying lowered his head and said nothing.

"Can you promise me not to accept other men before you forget me completely?" Qin Molin's voice was as soft as possible, but he couldn't shake it.

Feng Xingying is inexplicably soft hearted.

She wanted to say that she wanted to stay regardless of everything. She didn't want to care about anything, just wanted to be with him.

But she couldn't. She knew she would regret it.

Feng Xingying just nodded mechanically. Not even an excuse.

In Qin Molin's heart, is she so easy to change her mind? Did he not believe her so much?

Feng Xingying's heart seems to be choked by something and oppressed.

But she still, unconsciously, fell asleep.

……

In the account.

Ji Jue opened her eyes.

He also wondered, he clearly want to guard her, how to fall asleep?

When he looked up and saw the sleeping little man on the bed, he was relieved.

This is his camp. No one should be able to come in.

Feng Xingying in her sleep, her pretty face is scarlet, and her body is full of tempting fragrance and tempting fragrance.

This fragrance, like a blooming flower, beckons to bees and butterflies.

Ji Jue is a normal man, his face flashed a trace of doubt scarlet, but it quickly down.

Damn, at that moment, he thought of the scene of peach blossom Curie.

He also hates that kind of himself, he can't hurt and blaspheme her.

Because Ji Jue knew that he would lose her.

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