Chapter 651 Imprisonment Eight: Wither 0

Feng Xingying's numb expression and empty eyes stung Qin Molin's heart. He was afraid that he could not help but tore up her clothes and demanded it.

She's still sick and can't stand the toss.

Qin Molin suppressed his anger and continued to fight against the stove, venting all the anger against Feng Xingying that could not be ignited on the stove.

Even if his cooking skills were almost bad, Qin Molin finally made the bowl of porridge and brought it to Feng Xingying.

Feng Xingying said that she was not moved, which was a lie.

She has been quietly watching him fail again and again, and make stupid mistakes again and again.

This bowl of porridge is really more difficult than anything else for Qin Molin.

He has supreme strength, wealth and identity, but he can't make this bowl of porridge alone.

When he gave Feng Xingying the results of his heart, his eyes were full of expectations.

Who knew Feng Xingying reached out.

Slap, the bowl shattered.

The bowl is broken, the porridge is still there.

Because he is Qin Molin.

He has terrifying multiple attributes, one of which is ice.

Just as the porridge was overturned, Qin Molin had condensed an ice bowl to protect the fruits of his labor.

Feng Xingying didn't look at him,

Don't even care what he did.

For this kind of ignorance, Qin Molin became even more angry.

He roughly twisted Feng Xingying's head, pinched her chin, and kissed her fiercely.

The thick porridge was fed into Feng Xingying's mouth from his mouth.

Feng Xingying did not swallow it, and let the thick white porridge slip and overflow from her lips.

The picture is weird.

Qin Molin is really hot this time.

"Open your mouth, if you don't want to eat, I will continue to ask you." He gave a stern order, and then carefully took a mouthful of porridge again and fed Feng Xingying.

Naihe Feng Xingying, like he can't hear anything, is still the same, like a puppet, no matter what he does, he doesn't respond.

Perhaps, her silence is saying: Come on, what else can you do except be as strong as a male dog?

He could only kiss her until she was out of breath, but he couldn't feed her porridge.

Fortunately, under his disdain, some porridge would always slide down Feng Xingying's throat.

But if she doesn't cooperate, her condition will only get worse.

Her body is also getting worse day by day.

Three days later, Qin Molin's cooking skills have soared, at least he can cook a bowl of porridge and even soup in the fastest time.

Feng Xingying refused to open her mouth to eat, so he could only feed her soup, so that he could force her to drink a little.

During these three days, Feng Xingying was still talking nonsense from time to time with fever, Qin Molin held her to sleep every night, she knew but did not resist, and did not respond numbly.

Because she is like a puppet, do whatever he wants.

Qin Molin suppressed his Gu Qiuwang, didn't ask her any more, just held her quietly.

She was clearly in his arms, but he felt that Feng Xingying was getting farther and farther away from him, and his heart was getting more and more chaotic. I was afraid that, really, he had completely lost him.

In three days, Feng Xingying had become so thin that he became a person.

I have to say that the Creator is really partial. A beautiful woman like Feng Xingying, even if she is skinny, is still so beautiful.

The beauty of Feng Xingying before, publicized and enthusiastic, like a blooming flower, is eye-catching and enviable.

Now, even though she is thin and withered, she has an indescribable poignant beauty, the most sensitive softness that touches people's hearts, and she is very moving.

What excites Qin Molin the most is that Feng Xingying finally had fun and called out his name!

It's just that she shouted not the three words Qin Molin, but.

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