Chapter 737

The next moment, Feng Xingying was dazed and unconscious.

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

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

It turns out he's in his own space.

Especially smelling the familiar fragrance, Feng Xingying was in a better mood.

This smoke curling and the smell of porridge rice, should be Qin Molin cooking porridge, right?

Qin Molin's cooking skill is not very good, but he finally learned one of them for Feng Xingying: cooking porridge.

Feng Xingying, with a warm smile on his lips, got up to leave the hot spring, dried his long dark wet hair, let them spread on his shoulders, and walked towards the main house.

It's getting closer.

Seeing the familiar gate, Feng Xingying suddenly felt uneasy. Did she dare not open the door at this time?

In the worst case, it's just to be wiped out by him.

Does he need this every time he advances?

If so, she does not resist, who let her like him.

Feng Xingying's face was flushed, but he opened the door.

Just at this moment, Feng Xingying's face is completely rigid, staring at the person who is cooking porridge.

He also turned his head. His eyes were as clear as water.

She looked at him in a daze.

He gave her a helpless glance.

"Sister, are you hungry? I made porridge for you. " The tender voice came from the mouth of the young man in front of him.

Feng Xingying came back.

"Sister, are you hungry?" His tone is full of disgust: "don't worry, you go to the side to sit first, and you can eat soon."

"Oh." Feng Xingying nodded mechanically and sat obediently at the wooden table, staring at the boy beside the stove.

It's not surprising that Feng Xingying is out of his way, but the picture in front of him is too strange.

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 childishness.

In front of me, I was just a child of eight or nine years old.

And he is a sister, obviously no longer recognize Feng Xingying.

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

But looking at the young man's look of disgust, he obviously felt that Feng Xingying was stupid.

Feng Xingying is also drunk.

When porridge comes out of the pot, Feng Xingying wants to help, but he gets another look of disgust.

"You don't move. I'll just bring it to you so that you won't be so stupid as to knock over my hard-working meal."

"Oh." Feng Xingying obediently returns to the table and stares at Qin Molin.

Today's Qin Molin has not changed much except his body size. His facial features are still breathtaking. His delicate facial features and sharp edges make him a beautiful young man.

But now his face, and a few silk young people's unique baby fat, in addition to handsome, a little more lovely.

Clearly is a lovely young man, must board a small face, pretend to be mature, see the star shadow can't help but want to laugh.

Especially when Qin Molin brought a bowl of porridge to Feng Xingying and put it in front of her, Feng Xingying couldn't help but put his hand on his round cheek and poked it gently.

Qin Molin, like a bad click, hurriedly retreats and stares at Feng Xingying warily.

"You, you woman, how can you be so ungrateful? If you start again, don't blame me for being rude. "

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