Divine Phoenix is ​​not a concubine

Chapter 148 The king has been deeply poisoned
Feng Xingying didn't look at him, but just walked past him quietly.

Just when Feng Xingying was about to stagger with him, the two walked in different directions.

Qin Molin felt a sudden pain in his heart, as if something precious was about to leave him.

He stretched out his hand unconsciously and grabbed Feng Xingying's arm.

Feng Xingying stood still, didn't struggle, and just let him pull.

He said nothing, and neither did Feng Xingying.

The silence between the two seemed to freeze the entire world.

Time also freezes for them.

It didn't know how long it took before Qin Molin violently broke Feng Xingying's body, swung the cloak, covered her whole body in it, and hugged her into his arms.

Feng Xingying was very quiet and did not struggle needlessly.

She can't struggle with him, so there's no need to be hypocritical.

Feng Xingying could feel the ear-piercing wind around him, his speed must be very fast, he should have ascended into the air.Where does it seem to be going?
What is he going to do?
Before Feng Xingying could think more, Qin Molin had already lowered his head, leaned over, and stared at hers with jet-black eyes.

For a moment, Feng Xingying was immersed in this star-like vortex.She actually saw the vast galaxy in his eyes.

How powerful and shocking is that?

Just for a moment when Feng Xingying lost his mind, his lips pressed down little by little, and he pressed her lips carefully.

He wants more, he wants to possess regardless.

Qin Molin tasted her delicious taste, like swallowing a bone-eroding poison bit by bit.

She is his poison.

It was the poison he was poisoned on his own initiative, and he never wanted to detoxify in his whole life.

At this moment, Feng Xingying regained consciousness, and pushed away Qin Molin who was doing whatever he wanted on her lips.

Her lips were as bright red as blood from being bitten by him, and her cheeks like suet white jade were also stained with a crimson cloud.

But her eyes were full of stubbornness and anger.

He pulled her back into his arms, and there was a bit of seductive charm in his voice: "Hey, stop making trouble. This king has decided not to be angry with you."

"Angry? Why?" Feng Xingying's voice was cold with a trace of alienation. She didn't want to forgive in such a vague way, because she never felt that she had done anything wrong.

Qin Molin has his formal standards, so doesn't she, Feng Xingying, have her own principles?
What she did and didn't do, she has her own conscience, and she doesn't need to explain to anyone.

"If you like women who follow you in everything, you can line up to the gate of the city with just a shout, so why bother looking for me? If you like my face, I will make her into a human leather mask and give it to you tomorrow. Give it to whoever you want!"

There was a trace of unyielding stubbornness in Feng Xingying's voice.

Just last night, she already understood what she wanted, and she really fell in love with him.

But what she wanted for Feng Xingying was never to be someone's puppet, to lose herself for someone.In her bones, she has her own pride.

With just one glance, Qin Molin understood her intentions.

He wished he could tie her back, pamper her every night, and force her to submit.

But then what he got would not be the Feng Xingying he wanted, and he would destroy her.

Qin Molin took a deep breath, controlled his breath-taking air-conditioning, and spoke as calmly as possible:
"You, that's why you don't trust me?"

"What?" Feng Xingying was a little confused.

Between the two of them, it seemed that they were not focusing on one point at all.

(End of this chapter)