Feng Xingying is a proud person. Honestly, she didn’t even like it when people are too close to her or come into her personal space.
The last man that dared to touch her against her will was not fortunate enough to see the sun the next day.
Only, Qin Molin.
In front of outsiders, he is the cold king.
In the eyes of Feng Xingying, this man is passionate.
His fiery heat ignited her cold frozen one.
He pulled her back from the line of death, why should she care about his illusory false reputation?
Feng Xingying closed her eyes softly.
Seemingly feeling the obedience of Feng Xingying, his movements became more gentle, one arm clasped her back of the head, and another long and powerful hand lifted her jaw.
Brought his head close and kissed the warm ruby red lips.
He opened her mouth with his hot tongue and raged in the mouth of Feng Xingying, seemingly with some kind of sovereignty and possessiveness.
Qin Molin’s actions are arrogant and rough, focused and intense.
When the lips were released, Feng Xingying’s lungs screamed for air, her cheeks burned red like fire, and even the exhaled air was hot with heat, her body felt very warm. .
He leaned in again, ready for another round.
Feng Xingying sighed, and a shiny silver needle pierced his waist from her fingers.
The flame in the eyes of Qin Molin was instantly calmed down.
His eyes were deep and he was staring at the girl with messy hair and red cheeks.
"Feng Xingying" His voice is a little colder than normal, but still so enchanting.
"So, is it another disease?" Feng Xingying asks in an embarrassing mood, and there was a chill in the back of her throat. "You can't find someone else?"
"No." His eyes flashed a bit cold, like the ice-cold old well... "
“ I Qin Molin, in your heart, is that kind of person?"
The figures of both of them gradually fell.
"I don't mean anything else. I am a doctor. You are a patient. I just discuss the condition of your body with you. If you can't hold on, then..." The Feng Xingying is stunned, but the meaning is very clear.
In the eyes of Feng Xingying, this stubborn woman...
The feelings she recognizes are pure, not stained with impurities, and she knows nothing of dirty desires of men.
She would surely leave him forever if she ever saw Qin Molin with other women.
Because she has her pride.
Understanding is one thing, but accepting is another.
What is his kiss to her? Standing in front of a meal yet not able to eat it. He really is unable to help himself, when will he be able to release all this vent up energy.
Is it possible to change a woman?
"You are the first and the last one." Qin Molin's voice was filled with anger and murderous aura.
He pulled Feng Xingying into his arms.
Feng Xingying was distracted by staring at his lips and, her face slammed into his strong chest. Feng Xingying was addicted to this familiar atmosphere.
Immediately, she reacted and pushed with her strength, wanting to push him away.
He holds on more and more tightly, like holding the most precious treasure in the world, for fear that if he is not careful, she will slip away.
"Let me hold on, please? Just like it." His voice, asks with a bit of sad grief at the idea of her leaving.
The heart of Feng Xingying is soft and the body relaxes against his. No longer resisting.
His breath surrounds her, just like bathing in the sea breeze in the early spring, warm, moist, and sinful.
Just a little is fine, just fine. Just a couple seconds more.
Feng Xingying also told herself multiple times to slow down her fast beating heart and relax but when she is so close to him, it just betrays her.
One second, two seconds... A minute of time passes.
Feng Xingying twisted awkwardly.
He tightens his hold even more.
Feng Xingying is a proud person. Honestly, she didn’t even like it when people are too close to her or come into her personal space.
The last man that dared to touch her against her will was not fortunate enough to see the sun the next day.
Only, Qin Molin.
In front of outsiders, he is the cold king.
In the eyes of Feng Xingying, this man is passionate.
His fiery heat ignited her cold frozen one.
He pulled her back from the line of death, why should she care about his illusory false reputation?
Feng Xingying closed her eyes softly.
Seemingly feeling the obedience of Feng Xingying, his movements became more gentle, one arm clasped her back of the head, and another long and powerful hand lifted her jaw.
Brought his head close and kissed the warm ruby red lips.
He opened her mouth with his hot tongue and raged in the mouth of Feng Xingying, seemingly with some kind of sovereignty and possessiveness.
Qin Molin’s actions are arrogant and rough, focused and intense.
When the lips were released, Feng Xingying’s lungs screamed for air, her cheeks burned red like fire, and even the exhaled air was hot with heat, her body felt very warm. .
He leaned in again, ready for another round.
Feng Xingying sighed, and a shiny silver needle pierced his waist from her fingers.
The flame in the eyes of Qin Molin was instantly calmed down.
His eyes were deep and he was staring at the girl with messy hair and red cheeks.
"Feng Xingying" His voice is a little colder than normal, but still so enchanting.
"So, is it another disease?" Feng Xingying asks in an embarrassing mood, and there was a chill in the back of her throat. "You can't find someone else?"
"No." His eyes flashed a bit cold, like the ice-cold old well... "
“ I Qin Molin, in your heart, is that kind of person?"
The figures of both of them gradually fell.
"I don't mean anything else. I am a doctor. You are a patient. I just discuss the condition of your body with you. If you can't hold on, then..." The Feng Xingying is stunned, but the meaning is very clear.
In the eyes of Feng Xingying, this stubborn woman...
The feelings she recognizes are pure, not stained with impurities, and she knows nothing of dirty desires of men.
She would surely leave him forever if she ever saw Qin Molin with other women.
Because she has her pride.
Understanding is one thing, but accepting is another.
What is his kiss to her? Standing in front of a meal yet not able to eat it. He really is unable to help himself, when will he be able to release all this vent up energy.
Is it possible to change a woman?
"You are the first and the last one." Qin Molin's voice was filled with anger and murderous aura.
He pulled Feng Xingying into his arms.
Feng Xingying was distracted by staring at his lips and, her face slammed into his strong chest. Feng Xingying was addicted to this familiar atmosphere.
Immediately, she reacted and pushed with her strength, wanting to push him away.
He holds on more and more tightly, like holding the most precious treasure in the world, for fear that if he is not careful, she will slip away.
"Let me hold on, please? Just like it." His voice, asks with a bit of sad grief at the idea of her leaving.
The heart of Feng Xingying is soft and the body relaxes against his. No longer resisting.
His breath surrounds her, just like bathing in the sea breeze in the early spring, warm, moist, and sinful.
Just a little is fine, just fine. Just a couple seconds more.
Feng Xingying also told herself multiple times to slow down her fast beating heart and relax but when she is so close to him, it just betrays her.
One second, two seconds... A minute of time passes.
Feng Xingying twisted awkwardly.
He tightens his hold even more.
