Chapter 822

"I really want to dig out your heart and see what color it is." Rain like kisses fell on Feng Xingying's face. His voice was oppressive and heavy.

His strong friendship ignited Feng Xingying in an instant.

It seems to be ignited by his heat, her skin, every trace, every inch, exudes a touch of pink, such as the peach blossom in full bloom in the night breeze. Refreshing but not rich.

His impetuous and restless heart, inexplicably calm because of her.

The storm stopped suddenly, the drizzle and the breeze infiltrated.

His movements, become extremely gentle, his lips and teeth, from her ears began to nibble slowly, little by little, inch by inch.

Such as repeated breeze blowing across the lake, will be a quiet lake, wrinkle layers of fine ripples.

Feng Xingying's heart, also with his rhythm, a little bit to relax vigilance, layer upon layer to remove camouflage.

Until, he suddenly bumps into her heart, arouses a layer of sweet and heartbreaking mouth today.

He has been more and more able to control the rhythm, perfectly send her to the sky, to the peak of the senses.

He found that he didn't know how to restrain himself in front of her. He really wanted to spend a whole month with her. No longer pay attention to those worldly things.

Just, she certainly won't, if the north Wild Goose passes broken, she is afraid to never forgive herself again.

Qin Molin can only, with speed and strength, end the war between him and Feng Xingying in advance, full of sweetness, no smoke, only xianle.

Qin Mo Lin has become more and more aware of using body language to express his emotions and feelings.

She can understand his emotions.

However, he may not understand her.

The cloud receives the rain to live, the peach blossom spreads all over the ground.

Feng Xingying, too soft to lift any strength, leans on the Royal chair made of soft animal skin and asks in a dumb voice: "Qin Molin, don't you believe me?"

With this sentence, she felt wronged.

Her heart, too, hurts.

"No, I believe you. I believe you are too stubborn. If you decide something, even death will not compromise. That's why I'm afraid. " Qin Molin looked at the petals falling in the space and turned to Feng Xingying's face:

"no matter how beautiful it is, it's not as beautiful as you want." Qin took a deep breath: "I will do what you ask me for. If you still have me in your heart, you should know and protect yourself.

Because I can't go back.

If you die, I'm afraid you'll become a demon in a moment.

It's clean. "

"Magic in an instant. How clean is it? " Feng Xingying repeats Qin Molin's words in a low voice. Her heart aches inexplicably.

Because she knows that Qin Molin is such a proud person, he never disdains to tell lies, and he is not willing to tell lies in front of Feng Xingying.

What he said must be what he thought.

And he said that Feng Xingying is stubborn, why is he not more stubborn than Feng Xingying?

What he said, he will do it.

This is Qin Molin.

Feng Xingying takes a deep breath and looks at Qin Molin's eyes quietly.

He watched her as well.

They were speechless to each other.

Feng Xingying's heart is a little stuffy and uncomfortable, and she seems to begin to understand the crux of the problem that Qin Molin refers to.

But she has no choice.

Because of her, she can't give up Beiyan pass.

She is not like her father who has a passion and patriotism that can match the sun. She just has her own belief.

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