Chapter 743 Qin Molin's Experience Eight: Hand in a Glass of Wine

Three days later, Qin Molin had recovered to his sixteen-year-old physique and memory.

His strength was so strong that it made her heart palpitate.

Although he still has the youthful ignorance of a young man, his facial features and figure have completely grown. His handsome cheeks and perfect figure make him full of self-confidence.

Qin Molin was used to holding Feng Xingying's hand every day.

He couldn't find any excuses, he just held her habitually and roguely.

Feng Xingying didn't resist either, just let him lead.

Only this evening, there was an extra pot of wine and two wine glasses.

"I'm sixteen today," he said.

"Well, congratulations." Feng Xingying answered vaguely.

Qin Molin's cooking skills have improved a lot, and Feng Xingying eats with relish.

Instead, he poured a glass of clear and transparent wine into two translucent wine glasses made of purple spirit crystal.

He handed a wine glass to Feng Xingying, Feng Xingying took the wine glass, the fragrant smell of wine made her feel relaxed and happy, she put the wine glass to her mouth, and it was dry in one sip.

"You, you, you." Qin Molin stared at Feng Xingying's hand, a little furious.

"What?" Feng Xingying raised her eyes in surprise, she was good at drinking, and such a glass was not a problem at all, she happily handed the glass to Qin Molin:

"Continued Cup."

Qin Molin poured her another glass angrily.

Feng Xingying went to get the wine glass again, but he held his hand down.

Only then did Feng Xingying feel that Qin Molin was very different today. She raised her eyes to look at his eyes full of love, and she realized with a little hindsight that he was thinking, borrowing wine to ****?

"You are still young, you can't drink." Feng Xingying said.

"Who said I'm young. I'm a year older than you!" Qin Molin was really angry. He hated Feng Xingying always saying he was young. He obviously worked hard to grow up.

Even on a day-by-day basis, he still felt it was too slow.

He can't wait to think of her immediately and marry her immediately.

"I'm sixteen years old, we can get married." He handed his wine glass to Feng Xingying's lips, while the other hand took Feng Xingying's hand, and placed her wine in the place where she had been drinking. drink up.

Feng Xingying did not expect that he would drink a glass of wine with someone under such circumstances, and it was the sixteen-year-old Qin Molin.

Feng Xingying's face unconsciously climbed a layer of blush, whether it was wine or blush.

He couldn't help but look a little crazy.

He couldn't control his emotions any longer and took her into his arms domineeringly.

"What are you doing?" Feng Xingying was a little confused.

However, he had already taken a sip of wine, and pryed open her lips and teeth, letting the wine flow down her lips and into her mouth.

Between her lips and teeth, there is the fragrance of peach blossom wine, which makes people fascinated and indulged.

He couldn't help rubbing gently, his chest was hot, and his heart was burning more and more intensely.

His lips, from green to skilled, some memories swept over him overwhelmingly, as if he suddenly remembered her when he saw her.

When he touched her, the string in his memory had already cracked.

There was a trace of blood in his kiss, spreading in her mouth.

Feng Xingying also felt Qin Molin's abnormality, and she wanted to push him away.

But his eyes had become half blood red and half black, and he stared at her quietly, with an unbreakable friendship.

Feng Xingying's heart softened inexplicably.

She looked at him quietly, looked at her face, constantly twisted, from youthful to mature.

Feng Xingying guessed something, she hugged his already numb body tightly.

"Qin Molin, you lunatic!"

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