In front of Feng Xingying, he was not the tall Lord of Tongtian Pavilion, he was just a young man trapped in the fog of love.

He was afraid of her uncertainty.

Fortunately, Feng Xingying's behavior made a stone in his heart fall.

But Feng Xingying's current appearance made him feel extremely distressed.

"It's a bargain!" Qin Molin hugged Feng Xingying with a vicious face, helped her sit down, and leaned her soft body against him.

"Don't be afraid, I will be with you, and I will be with you. Next time, I won't be late."

"Yes." Feng Xingying was a little confused, but he forced himself to leave.

Her soul power was extremely unstable due to the influence of the soul fruit, and it was difficult for her to hold on any longer.

But she just stubbornly refused to leave. Only by holding on for longer can the effect of the medicine last longer.

Once she left this soul realm and experienced life and death, the medicinal power of the soul fruit was nullified.

Especially when she saw his familiar face, she felt even more at ease.

Qin Molin used his slender and white fingers to wipe the blood stains on Feng Xingying's face.

His fingers soon dyed a layer of charming red.

His eyes were full of pity.

He wanted to bear this for her.

"If I had made up my mind earlier and if I gave up all my concerns to accompany you in, you would not have been bullied.

It's my fault, it's all mine." Qin Molin's clearly sounded nice, and at this moment he was filled with pain of choking.

He empathized with her pain and was anxious.

He wanted to bear this chore for her, he wanted to spoil her to heaven and let her be free to be by his side.

But he brought her into this painful illusion, which made her almost bullied.

Feng Xingying never disappointed her.

He knew she was strong, even stronger than he saw.

But she was so fragile, as if she could crush it with force, making him so distressed that he dared not move.

His hands rubbed against her cheeks little by little.

From the corners of the eyes to the ends of the nose, from the ears to the soft lips, from the silk to the delicate neck.

His hands were stained with blood, and his fingertips were stained with her warmth.

Qin Molin's body became hot uncontrollably.

His eyes were staring at her face with a burning light.

He held her little head pity, and his hot lips fell on her smooth forehead.

Her cold temperature made him reluctant to leave.

His lips slid down, and he slid down from her eyelids.

His breath squirted on her cheeks in a wet and hot manner.

Feng Xingying just can't move, but her senses are more sensitive.

She could feel everything he did.

Through his careful movements, she could also feel the heat inside him.

His heart for her would not be fake.

Feng Xingying was even a little scared.

She was not ready to welcome such emotions.

If he was just Leng Wang, she would still have some expectations, looking forward to working together with him, looking forward to accepting her concept, and living for two people.

But he is the tall Lord of Tongtian Pavilion, and she is too far from his world.

She didn't know if he would need intermarriage or even have many women, which was the most intolerant thing for Feng Xingying.

She didn't want to be his appendix either. Feng Xingying admitted that she was not that great. For her love, she could not sacrifice everything, such as freedom and dignity.

But this is the soul realm. If they are destined to have no results, can they forget their feelings here?

When his hot and moist lips fell on her cold and soft lips, Feng Xingying's body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

This time, she did not hide, but gently opened her red lips and took the initiative to welcome his arrival.
Chapter completed!