"Ah… "
Feng Xingying sneered: "It's better not to use this excuse to deceive a three-year-old child. I have no obligation to help you. I'll leave first. If you want to convince him, you'd better tell the truth."
Feng Xingying turned around and left.
A look of understanding appeared on the man's face.
Although Feng Xingying said he would not help him, he mentioned the most crucial point.
Next thing he knew what to do.
…
Feng Xingying just returned to the Royal Academy, sat down in his courtyard, picked up a chopstick of the long-lost Yunxiang brand delicacy, and was greeted by someone.
"Are you leaving?" Feng Xingying had already guessed that he would leave.
His heart was not as cold as those people imagined.
"Yeah." Qin Molin hesitated, staring at Feng Xingying's bright lip color, the atmosphere was strangely heated.
He clearly wasn't here... why would he be inexplicably unable to control himself when he saw her.
"Do you want to give it away?" Feng Xingying's eyebrows were curved, and the smile on his lips was full.
"Yes." He nodded: "It's best to send me home."
Feng Xingying gave him a big eye roll: "Go ahead, I won't send you away."
Feng Xingying knew herself. She, a newly advanced Great Spiritual Master, could not compare with any of the guards in Qin Molin's family, including Qin Shiyi, not even the servant who knelt down and begged at Qin Molin's feet.
With her strength, is she going to be a burden to him? Or to be looked down upon
She was afraid that she wouldn't be able to bear Feng Xingying's temper.
He looked at her deeply, and he already understood without her having to explain.
It was as if she was who he once was, and her thoughts and pride were all what he had experienced before.
A gust of wind blew by, scattering a patch of crimson.
A few fresh petals fell on Feng Xingying's hair, adding a few gorgeous spots to her long, dark hair.
He looked at her and just wanted to engrave her in his heart at this moment.
Feng Xingying pursed her lips, without a smile on her face. She just looked at him, suppressing the little emotion in her heart.
Qin Molin could no longer control his heart. He reached out domineeringly and pulled her into his arms.
Her little head hit his chin, but he didn't feel pain, just a kind of bone-gnawing intolerance.
He suppressed the heat in his heart as much as possible and held her face as gently as possible.
His pupils were dark and deep, as if they could penetrate people's hearts.
Feng Xingying actually forgot to escape and just looked at the man in front of him quietly.
His face is already so familiar, but every time I look at it, I am still amazed. Under his thick black eyebrows, his eyelashes are like two small fans. Even though they are just there quietly, they can stir people's hearts.
His pupils were dark and deep, as if they contained all the stars, making people unable to help but fall deeply into them.
His angular cheeks were like jade carved with a knife, delicate and smooth, especially his thin lips, which exuded seductive heat, tempting people to get closer and pick them.
Feng Xingying was obviously a person with high self-control, but he could not help but be tempted by him like this, and his body twisted slightly unbearably.
He could clearly feel every change in her, from her eyes to her body temperature, to the blush that crept up on her cheeks.
Qin Molin was very satisfied with the success of seducing Feng Xingying.
He whispered in her ear: "Are you satisfied?"
"What?" Feng Xingying turned away in embarrassment.
"I said, you are allowed to see, you don't need to peek." He whispered in her ear, his voice was gentle and low, with a hint of depression.