The next moment, Feng Xingying's eyes blurred, he suddenly felt dizzy and lost consciousness.
When she woke up, she was already soaking in the hot spring in Qin Molin's space.
Seeing the familiar environment, Feng Xingying finally calmed down.
Turns out he was in his own space.
Especially when she smelled the familiar fragrance, Feng Xingying felt inexplicably better.
The smoke from the kitchen and the smell of porridge and rice must be Qin Molin cooking porridge, right
Qin Molin's cooking skills were not very good, but he finally learned one thing for Feng Xingying - making porridge.
A warm smile appeared on Feng Xingying's lips. He stood up and left the hot spring. He smoothed his wet long black hair and let it hang casually on his shoulders, then walked towards the main house.
Getting closer.
Seeing that she had arrived at the familiar gate, Feng Xingying suddenly felt uneasy. Did she dare not open the door at this time
In the worst case scenario, Zuo will just be eaten up and wiped clean by him.
Does he need to do this every time he advances
If that was the case, she didn't resist, no matter who made her like him.
A blush appeared on Feng Xingying's face, but he still pushed the door open.
But at this moment, Feng Xingying's face was completely frozen, staring blankly at the person who was making porridge.
He also turned his head, his eyes as clear and dark as water.
She looked at him blankly.
He glanced at her helplessly.
"Sister, are you faint from hunger? I made porridge for you." A childish voice came from the mouth of the young man in front of him.
Feng Xingying finally came back to his senses.
"Sister, are you starving?" His tone was full of disgust: "Don't worry, just go sit next to me and you'll be able to eat soon."
"Oh." Feng Xingying nodded mechanically, sat down at the wooden table nearby obediently, and stared at the young man next to the stove.
Don't blame Feng Xingying for losing his composure, it's just that the scene in front of him is too weird.
His aura, appearance, and voice were all those of Qin Molin, but he was only as tall as Qin Molin, and his face was full of childishness.
The person busy at the stove in front of me is really just an eight or nine-year-old child.
Moreover, he calls her sister, and obviously no longer recognizes Feng Xingying.
Looking at the little Qin Molin, Feng Xingying was of course stunned.
But looking at the disgusted look on the young boy's face, he obviously thought Feng Xingying was stupid.
Feng Xingying was also drunk.
When the porridge was out of the pot, Feng Xingying wanted to help, but received another look of disgust.
"Don't move, I'll just bring it over, lest you be so stupid as to overturn the meal I worked so hard to cook."
"Oh." Feng Xingying returned to the table obediently and stared at Qin Molin.
Now Qin Molin has not changed much except that his stature has changed to that of a young man. His facial features have not changed much. He is still breathtakingly beautiful. With his exquisite facial features and sharp outlines, he is a beautiful boy at first glance.
It's just that his face now has a few hints of baby fat unique to teenagers. In addition to his handsomeness, he has a touch of cuteness.
He was obviously a cute and beautiful boy, but he had to put on a small face and pretend to be mature. Feng Xingying couldn't help but want to laugh.
Especially when Qin Molin brought Feng Xingying a bowl of porridge and placed it in front of her, Feng Xingying couldn't hold it back for a moment, stretched out her hand and poked his round cheek gently.
Qin Molin clicked quickly and quickly backed away, staring at Feng Xingying warily.
"You, you woman, why are you so ungrateful? If you do anything again, don't blame me for being rude."