"From An Qian Mo."
"You don't let men go! It's so heart-breaking!"
"...Xingying, do you doubt me? Do you want to test it?"
"Huh? I didn't say anything."
"Ah… "
This girl's bloodline from the White Tiger clan is very pure. Although she does not have the bloodline of the awakened god, her spiritual roots are much stronger than those of ordinary people.
Anyone with eyesight would not be able to tell that she has nothing to do with Qin Molin. Feng Xingying is deliberately messing around. She was so stubborn because she had been waiting for him for three hundred years and wanted to use this method to dilute three hundred years of missing him.
Regarding the unruly Feng Xingying, Qin Molin just picked her up and threw her back into his own space, preparing to teach her how to behave.
Unexpectedly, Feng Xingying actually took the initiative to hold his neck with her arms so that he could not throw her down.
Her lips clumsily swept across his cheek, exhaling an itchy breath.
Feng Xingying's initiative made Qin Molin feel like he was being exploded by a volcano. He could no longer help himself and rushed in fiercely, sending this seductive little goblin to the peak of the clouds.
"You are not a saint at all, but a witch." Qin Molin said: "A witch that seduces people's souls."
"I'll just hook you, okay?" Feng Xingying rolled his eyes.
"How many more do you want to seduce? Does it mean that you dislike me now and I can't satisfy you on my own? Huh?"
"Where is it? You are so brave and brave, and this little girl is willing to be inferior to you."
"Ha, surrendering before the war even begins is not like your Feng Xingying style."
So what do you want
Feng Xingying simply ignored him. Anyway, no matter what he said, he could not stop the enthusiasm of a man who had been separated for ten months.
He was separated for ten months, but to her it was a full three hundred days. Her longing spread more thoroughly, turning into a pool of spring water, boundless and charming.
Seven days later, he stopped conquering her and held the soft and boneless little woman tightly in his arms, soaking in the hot springs and watching the moonlight together.
Feng Xingying couldn't muster any strength at all and just wanted to take a dip quietly.
Her physical strength was absolutely fine and she could fight for another seven days, but her spirit was extremely exhausted and she just wanted to have a good sleep.
She had been sleepy for a long time, and in the next few days she responded instinctively with her body, but he grabbed her and refused to let go.
"Go to sleep, I'll watch over you."
"Well, you're not allowed to keep it to yourself."
"Okay." Qin Molin scratched Feng Xingying's nose in a funny way.
Feng Xingying took advantage of the situation and held his arm as a pillow, and muttered: "I want to drink fish soup tomorrow. Do you know what it feels like not to have eaten anything you cooked for three hundred years?"
Feng Xingying's words made Qin Molin's heart feel inexplicably painful.
He couldn't bear to miss her for less than a year, but Feng Xingying had been waiting for him for three hundred years.
"When I go out to do errands from now on, I will definitely come back to see you once a month. I will never let you wait alone again."
Feng Xingying didn't know if he heard it or not, so he hummed in confusion.
It doesn't matter if she hears it or not, it's his decision, he just remembers it.
Feng Xingying slept until three o'clock in the morning. The strong smell of fish soup woke her up, as well as her favorite roasted elk meat.
"I'm relieved that your cooking skills haven't improved." Feng Xingying sipped the fish soup in small sips and said nonsensical words.
"Why?"
"This proves that you didn't do it for anyone else."
"Ha, stupid!" Qin Molin lightly knocked on Feng Xingying's forehead: "Do you think everyone in the world is worthy of Qin Molin's cooking? Except for you, Feng Xingying, even I can't let me enter the kitchen."