Chapter 364 Farewell One

"Ah……"

Feng Xingying sneered: "This kind of excuse to deceive a three-year-old child, don't take it out. I have no obligation to help you. I will leave first. If you want to convince him, you'd better tell the truth."

Feng Xingying turned around and left.

There was a clear look on the man's face.

Although Feng Xingying said he would not help him, he mentioned the most crucial point.

Next, he knew what to do.

...

Feng Xingying just returned to the Royal Academy, sat down in his courtyard, picked up the long-lost Rue Xiang food with chopsticks, and greeted someone.

"Are you leaving?" Feng Xingying had already guessed that he would leave.

His heart was not as cold as those people imagined.

"Yeah." Qin Molin hesitated, staring at Feng Xingying's bright lips, and the atmosphere was strangely hot.

He clearly didn't come... If he saw her, he would be inexplicably unable to control himself.

"Do you want to send it?" Feng Xingying's eyebrows and eyes were curved, and the smile on the corners of her lips overflowed.

"Yes." He nodded: "Better take me home."

Feng Xingying gave him a big white eye: "Let's go, don't send it."

Feng Xingying is self-aware that she, a newly advanced great spiritual master, can't compare to any of the guards in Qin Molin's house such as Qin Shiyi, not even the servant who knelt down and begged at Qin Molin's feet.

With her strength, is she a burden to him? Or to be scorned?

Feng Xingying's petty temper, she was afraid she couldn't bear it.

He took a deep look at her, and without her explaining, he already understood.

It was as if she was the former him, and her thoughts and pride were all he had experienced.

A gust of wind blew, and a crimson splattered.

A few fresh petals landed on Feng Xingying's hair, adding a few points to her jet-black long hair.

Looking at her, he just wanted to engrave her at this moment in his heart.

Feng Xingying pursed her lips without a smile on her face. She just looked at him, forcibly suppressing the little emotion in her heart.

Qin Molin could no longer control his heart, he domineeringly stretched out his hand and pulled her into his arms.

Her little head hit his chin, but he didn't feel the pain, he just felt a bone-breaking intolerance.

He suppressed the fiery in his heart as much as possible, and held her face as tenderly as possible.

His pupils were dark and deep, as if they could penetrate people's hearts.

Feng Xingying actually forgot to escape, so she quietly looked at the man in front of her.

His face, Mingming is already so familiar, but every time he looks at it, he is still amazed. Under his thick black eyebrows, the eyelashes are like two small fans, and they are just there quietly, but they can stir people's hearts.

His pupils are dark and deep, as if containing all the stars, which makes people unable to help themselves.

His angular cheeks, like beautiful jade carved by a knife, are delicate and lustrous, especially those thin lips, which exude seductive heat, tempting people to approach and pick.

Feng Xingying is obviously a person with high self-control, but he is inevitably tempted by him, and his body twists unbearably.

He could clearly feel every inch of her change, from her eyes to her body temperature, to the blush that crept up on her cheeks.

Qin Molin was very satisfied with the successful charm to Feng Xingying.

He whispered in her ear: "still satisfied?"

"What?" Feng Xingying turned her face away in embarrassment.

"This king said that you are allowed to see, you don't need to peek." He whispered in her ear, his voice was gentle and low, with a hint of depression.