Feng Xingying subconsciously stretched out her hand, hugged him as before, and put her hot head against his chest.
This kind of scorching heat made Qin Molin feel awkward. This was not Feng Xingying's temperature, but this kind of temperature also made him blame himself and worry about him all the time.
Did he actually push her to this point
Is she really that unwilling to accept him
She obviously also likes him.
Qin Molin's heart was in chaos, but he couldn't sleep, so he lay quietly and let Feng Xingying hold him.
But he didn't dare to reach out and hug her again. He was afraid that once he held her in his arms, he would be unable to control his desire.
After all, the previous two days and two nights had made him eat the marrow and know the taste, and he couldn't help himself.
He couldn't wait to be with her every day.
She obviously liked it too, but... he didn't understand why she was so stubborn.
The two of them just hugged each other and fell asleep. There was no charm, only warmth.
After a night, Feng Xingying still didn't wake up, and the temperature on her forehead was getting higher and higher.
Qin Molin was completely panicked.
He heard that sick people should eat some porridge.
This is how Qin Yi took care of the sick Xiao Eleven before. Qin Yi said with experience that porridge is the best for health.
Feng Xingying is now weak and must need some food.
Qin Molin panicked and set up the stove and started cooking porridge for Feng Xingying.
But the problem is, he doesn’t know how!
Qin Yi and others were waiting outside. All he had to do was leave the space and give instructions.
But he didn't want to, he wanted to make it for her with his own hands.
No, you can learn.
Even a stupid girl like Yunxiang can make delicious porridge and rice, why can't he Qin Molin.
Feng Xingying finally opened her eyes. She was still weak and could barely open her eyes.
She didn't recover from her illness, but woke up from the smoke.
Why not just cook a bowl of porridge? Qin Molin is probably the only one who can almost destroy a space in an earth-shattering way
Feng Xingying looked at him helplessly, with a smile on his face.
Immediately, Feng Xingying closed his eyes again.
She hates herself like this.
Why am I still moved by him when my freedom is obviously being imprisoned
What kind of person is Feng Xingying? She knows it herself.
If she wanted to be treated as a forbidden concubine, she would rather die.
She got sick because she gave up on herself.
If the person who imprisoned her was not Qin Molin, Feng Xingying might not give up. She might think of ways to escape and take revenge.
It was precisely because it was Qin Molin that made her despair.
She doesn't want to be a confined dog in front of the person she likes.
He didn't understand.
She knew that he was as stubborn as she was, and once he made a decision, it would be difficult to change it.
So she stopped trying to convince him.
Feng Xingying closed his eyes again, as quietly as an epiphyllum that bloomed gorgeously at night, but withered when it saw the sunlight.
Qin Molin's porridge took a whole day of work and was only ready in the evening.
Feng Xingying was so hungry that her chest pressed against her back. She no longer squinted her eyes, but opened her eyes wide and empty, looking at him quietly.
Qin Molin originally came to see her awake and talked to her happily.
However, when he opened his mouth, he saw the hollow in Feng Xingying's eyes.
"You won, you succeeded in stimulating me. But even if you are a puppet, I will not let you go." Qin Molin's face showed domineering stubbornness.
The two of them are so similar, both are too self-righteous and believe in themselves.
If he wants to keep Feng Xingying, he must.
This is his dominance.
If Feng Xingying doesn't want to be imprisoned, she will definitely not compromise. This is her stubbornness.