Chapter 737 Qin Molin's Experience II: He Actually...

The next moment, Feng Xingying's eyes flashed, suddenly dizzy, and lost consciousness.

When she woke up, she was already soaked in the hot spring in Qin Molin's space.

Seeing the familiar environment, Feng Xingying's heart finally settled down.

It turned out that he was in his own space.

Especially when he smelled the familiar scent, Feng Xingying felt inexplicably good.

The smoke and the aroma of porridge and rice should be Qin Molin cooking porridge, right?

Qin Molin's cooking skills are not very good, but he finally learned one of them for Feng Xingying - cooking porridge.

Feng Xingying's lips curled into a warm smile, she got up and left the hot spring, wiped off the black wet hair, casually let them drape over her shoulders, and walked towards the main house.

getting closer.

Seeing that she was at the familiar courtyard gate, Feng Xingying suddenly felt a sense of apprehension. Did she dare not open the door at this time?

In the worst case, Zuo would just be eaten and wiped clean by him.

Does he need this every time he advances?

If this is the case, she does not resist, who makes her like him too.

A blush appeared on Feng Xingying's face, but he pushed open the door.

But at this moment, Feng Xingying's face was completely rigid, staring blankly at the person who was cooking porridge.

He also turned his head,

A pair of eyes are dark as clear as water.

She stared at him blankly.

He glanced at her helplessly.

"Sister, are you faint of hunger? I made porridge for you." A tender voice came from the mouth of the boy in front of him.

Feng Xingying then returned to God.

"Sister, are you hungry and stupid?" His tone was full of disgust: "Don't worry, you go and sit next to you first, and you will be able to eat soon."

"Oh." Feng Xingying nodded mechanically, sat obediently at the wooden table beside him, and stared at the young man beside the stove.

I don't blame Feng Xingying for losing his temper, it's just that the picture in front of him is too weird.

His breath, his appearance, and his voice are all Qin Molin's, but his height is only Qin Molin's, and his face is full of immaturity.

The one who was busy beside the stove in front of him was really just a **-year-old child.

Moreover, he had one sister and one sister, obviously he no longer recognized Feng Xingying.

Looking at the little Qin Molin, Feng Xingying was of course stunned.

But looking at the look of disgust on the young man's face, it was obvious that Feng Xingying was stupid.

Feng Xingying was also drunk.

When the porridge was out of the pot, Feng Xingying wanted to help, but received another look of disgust.

"Don't move, I'll just bring it here, lest you be so stupid and knock over the food I've worked so hard to cook."

"Oh." Feng Xingying obediently returned to the table and did it, staring at Qin Molin.

Apart from his stature, Qin Molin's facial features have not changed much, and he is still suffocatingly beautiful. With his delicate facial features and angular silhouette, he looks like a beautiful boy.

It's just that his current face has a little bit of baby fat that is unique to young people. In addition to being handsome, there is a little more cuteness.

He was obviously a cute and beautiful boy, but he had to pretend to be mature with a small face, and Feng Xingying couldn't help but want to laugh when he saw it.

Especially when Qin Molin brought a bowl of porridge to Feng Xingying and placed it in front of her, Feng Xingying couldn't hold back for a while, stretched out his hand on his round cheek, and poked it lightly.

Qin Molin clicked like a bad one, and quickly stepped back, staring at Feng Xingying vigilantly.

"You, you woman, why are you so rude? Don't blame me for being rude if you move again."

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