Chapter 596: His sin

Qin Che seemed to be able to feel her worry from Han Fei's nervous look, so he did not hesitate to start his exercises and adjust his breath, reducing the speed of blood circulation to the slowest.
Han Fei's eyes were staring straight at the patterns, and she always squeezed the silver needle in her hand. Seeing that the pattern on Qin Che's face was slightly relaxed because of his breath adjustment, there was no more expanded pattern, but There was a strong anxiety in my heart.
Qin Che seemed to feel that the expression on Han Fei's face was too stiff, and said with relief: "I'm fine."
Han Fei gritted her teeth and said, "Did you feel any discomfort in your body?"
Qin Che shook his head.
Han Fei couldn't help reaching out and touching the pattern on his face. The hot temperature had just dropped and returned to a cool touch, just like the scorching illusion was just a short-lived illusion, of course, Han Fei knew it was not.
Manzhushahua's totem is big.
The totem that was originally just winding at the end of the eye to connect to the temple has expanded the range of half of the eye at this moment, and it seems to be about to occupy half of the face, which makes Qin Che's originally handsome face a little more devilish.
This is not a good sign.
Han Fei bit her lower lip and said, "Why is this happening..."
Anxious Han Fei couldn't help biting her fingers, frowning deeply, and speaking, the pattern on Qin Che's face was related to her.
Thousands of years ago, he took a poisonous oath, and the pattern on his face was a symbol of that oath.
Han Fei couldn't restrain herself from thinking about what happened at that time, until the back of her head was held down by a thug, and then she pressed her face to a strong and warm chest.
Qin Che sounded above her head with a tone of affirmation and comfort.
"I'm fine, don't worry."
Han Fei leaned against his chest, and her stiff body began to soften, and the smell of breath from the tip of her nose was all his taste, which was reassuring.
"I'm scared."
Qin Che listened to her voice, even though he tried to calm down, he still revealed a tremor.
He felt distressed and touched her hair, only to emphasize again and again, "I'm fine."
Qin Che seemed to want to appease Han Fei with these three words.
"then……"
"No one is to blame for what happened back then."
"but……"
"You don't need to blame everything on yourself."
"You... uh."
In the next moment, Han Fei couldn't speak any more words that Han Fei wanted to say. Her chin was lifted, her lips were covered, and Qin Che's enlarged face occupied all her sight.
If words can't make her feel at ease, then use practical actions to express it.
The kiss gradually deepened, and his lips and tongue almost occupied her mouth, not even letting go of every inch. Her sweet taste made him not taste enough, and even wanted more, deeper, and closer.
When the atmosphere gradually got out of control, Han Fei couldn’t help but hug Qin Che’s neck with her arms, and her mind began to lose a little bit. Even the things she saw in front of her were covered with mist. Unknown, the worries that originally hovered in his mind disappeared at some point, and all that was left was his breath.
He had already received water and milk, and the blended body began to loosen uncontrollably. Had Qin Che's sturdy and powerful arms held firmly behind him, Han Fei would probably not even be able to stand at this moment.
When he was about to lose control, Qin Che pushed Han Fei away, breathing heavily, his eyes flashing like wild beasts, and he was trying his best to suppress his impulse.
Han Fei's breathing was a bit panting, but her expression was full of joy. It seemed that it was a joy to see Qin Che lose control.
"Is it okay?"
Han Fei stretched out his tone and spoke slowly.
The expression in Qin Che's eyes deepened.
Han Fei also felt that she hadn't fired enough, so she stretched out the tip of her tongue and licked her lower lip, with a silent charm.
Qin Che's breathing became heavier.
Han Fei smiled, moved closer, and suddenly reached out and grabbed Qin Che's neck, pulled him down, and then pressed his thin lips heavily.
Qin Che didn't seem to have expected Han Fei to make such a bold move. He was stunned for a while, his expression was stunned.
He looks so cute, but it's rare to see him.
Han Fei stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked his thin lips. It didn't go deep, just a slight nudge. Just when Qin Che wanted to strengthen the kiss against the guest, Han Fei took a few steps back. Opening the distance between each other, a strand of silver thread was ambiguously disconnected.
Han Fei wiped her mouth and said with a smile: "I'm sleepy, let's rest today."
After that, Han Fei turned around and went back to the bed, lying on it very naturally, and also lifted the quilt, covering it tightly.
Qin Che just stood there, watching Han Fei naturally close his eyes, as if he was about to fall asleep.
Qin Che sighed low, feeling helpless for Han Fei's mischief, but he was willing to spoil her so much.
And as for the rise of somewhere in his body... Ren Ren passed. There is a small river near here, maybe it can flush cold water, Qin Che planned.
Then Qin Che blew out the candle for Han Fei, and said softly: "Get a good rest."
Just when Qin Che turned and was about to leave, Han Fei, who seemed to be asleep on the bed, suddenly opened her eyes. In the dark, her eyes were bright as stars, and the emotions in them were unprecedentedly firm.
Han Fei said word by word: "A Ling, I won't let you do anything."
Qin Che was silent in the darkness, and his long figure disappeared, it seemed a little thin.
Half the rate, his low laughter came from the air, and said, "Okay."
Qin Che left the room, and Han Fei turned over, seeming to have really fallen asleep.
When the door was closed, Qin Che slammed his mouth tightly, covering all his voices.
A puff of blood slowly spilled from between his fingers.
Qin Che hurriedly left the place a few times, because he knew how sensitive Han Fei's sense of smell was.
When he appeared again, he was already outside. At this moment, Qin Che's face that was not covered by a mask could clearly see that the totem was red and hot again.
But at this moment, Qin Che had no strength to adjust his blood. He leaned back against a tree, his body slowly slipped, and he didn't even have the strength to support himself.
Qin Che's breathing was heavy, and his entire face was so pale that the totem was even more terrifying.
White as white, red as red.
And inside him, there was already a mess.
Qin Che raised his head, revealed a wry smile that seemed like nothing, and muttered to himself: "It's still careless..."
I originally thought that it would not happen so quickly, but I didn't expect time to become more and more urgent.
But he still has so many things left to do.
He has not yet cleared up his sins.