Cold King, the Doctor Fei Is Running Away

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All his irritability suddenly calmed down the moment he saw her.

He really just wanted to look at her so quietly and quietly.

Her figure, like a white moonlight, shone into the bottom of his heart, illuminating the dark soul covered by demon blood.

The blood in his pupils faded little by little at this moment.

Feng Xingying walked slowly, but very difficult.

Because she and Qin Molin's strength is too big.

The heat flow caused by Qin Molin's demon blood has already boiled the entire ice spring.

Fortunately, Feng Xingying has the property of ice, and uses ice magic to form a layer of protection around the body.

But how can her spiritual strength be comparable to Qin Molin?

Her ice froze in the heat waves.

Cohesion and disintegration.

Reunite.

Each step of Feng Xingying is maintained by spiritual power.

Qin Molin was not completely awake at this time, but the red awn in his eyes faded, and there was a trace of water drops on his face.

The waterline runs from his full forehead, to the strong bridge of his nose, and then through his **** thin lips.

The edges and corners of his face were a little fuzzy at night.

He had no clothes to cover, soaked in the ice spring half-length, but exposed **** collarbone and white with some healthy copper-colored tendons.

Feng Xingying also regarded himself as admired. At this time, he could still think absurdly: his figure was blinded by clothes.

If it is placed in the 21st century, it will definitely attract many fans to scream.

After Qin Molin calmed down, Bingquan deserved to be a sacred realm, but it quickly faded away that layer of heat and began to restore the coldness of the past.

When Feng Xingying came to Qin Molin, she no longer needed ice crystals to resist the heat.

She stretched out her slender white fingers, gently touched his face, wiped off the water droplets on his face, and smoothed out her scattered long hair for him.

Qin Molin quietly resembles a stone sculpture, leaving Feng Xingying to play with it.

However, the coldness of Feng Xingying's fingertips entered Qin's heart, inexhaustibly cool.

What she brought to him was clearly the coldness of the skin, but his heart was burning like a fire.

Especially when she gave her cold, clear pointer to his hot lips.

His heart was burning at this moment.

His surviving intellect is lost in the torrent of senses.

But this time, his eyes did not turn red.

He is Qin Molin, and he wants to feel the current Feng Xingying with Qin Molin's heart.

He grabbed her restless finger, put it on his chest, and pressed hard, Feng Xingying was dragged onto him.

His body is solid and upright, like a wall, no matter how Ren Feng Xingying hits, it does not seem to collapse.

Feng Xingying awkwardly wanted to retract his fingers and keep a little distance from him.

He suddenly held her tightly in his arms.

The hot, tight hug brought Feng Xingying a full feeling of suffocation.

She raised her small face and faced Qin Molin's eyes as deep and charming as the stars, coupled with his perfect facial features, it made people feel an unreal dream.

Can such evils really exist? Why wasn't he taken as a living specimen?

Feng Xingying was moved in circles, with only his fingers, restlessly drawing circles around his chest.

Her small movements have been scratched to Qin Molin's heart, numbly, like a kitten's paw into his heart.

He didn't want to stop, enjoying the throbbing moment.