Feng Xingying couldn't help but poke Qin Molin's cheek.
Who would have thought that young Qin Molin actually knew the trick: "You and I are already intimately connected, so you must be my wife!"
"Why?"
Feng Xingying was completely dizzy. What was wrong
She obviously wanted to tease the boy, but why did she get teased instead
Life is just about teasing or being teased back.
Feng Xingying couldn't help but laugh, and nodded seriously:
"Is this called skin-to-skin kissing? Then let me ask you, was it you who put me into the pool yesterday?"
"Yes, that's a hot spring, not a pool." Qin Molin corrected seriously.
"Did you take off my clothes?"
"Um."
"Oh, then you have been close to me for a long time. You should be responsible for me." Feng Xingying nodded.
"But I kept my eyes closed." Qin Molin quit.
"Anyway, you took off my clothes, you have to be responsible."
"Then let's worship now."
"No, I won't play house with children. Wait until you are sixteen before you marry me."
"Okay, it's settled." Qin Molin walked away without changing the red decoration of the hut.
Feng Xingying followed her silently.
When he arrived at the spacious backyard, Qin Molin was ready to practice, and then he said: "This is where I practice. I don't allow anyone to come close. Since you are my child bride, I will reluctantly let you see it."
"Well, you have to hurry up, I'm still waiting for you to make tomorrow's lunch."
"Okay, women are really troublesome." Qin Molin muttered in disgust and began to enter the cultivation state.
Feng Xingying also entered the cultivation state at the same time.
Although he and she were not physically close to each other, they were in the same world and in the same mind, and their spiritual powers unconsciously pulled each other.
Especially when the stars are densely packed at night, a rotating star stone appears above their heads, and the auras on the star stones are pulling each other.
After one night, Feng Xingying felt that Qin Molin seemed to have grown much taller than the previous day.
Could it be that one day and one year
Qin Molin's life is very boring. He neither sleeps nor rests. He spends almost twelve hours a day practicing.
Only in the evening would he look at Feng Xingying with disgust, and then consciously go back to their red courtyard to cook.
His cooking skills are limited to making porridge and stewing soup, but nothing else.
But Qin Molin is the kind of person who can master it quickly once he learns it.
At least Qin Molin's soup has almost caught up with Yun Xiang's level.
Three days later.
Qin Molin has grown almost as tall as Feng Xingying, and his appearance is even more handsome.
Feng Xingying calculated that he should be twelve years old now.
Feng Xingying himself is actually not yet sixteen years old.
Of course, they had been together day and night for three days and were already considered acquaintances.
Feng Xingying sat by the stove and helped him add firewood, and asked curiously:
"Have you grown up alone?"
"Yes." Qin Molin no longer rejects Feng Xingying so much.
"Then you won't feel lonely and miss your parents?"
"I have no parents." Qin Molin shook his head: "I am the only one in my world, and what I want can only be achieved by myself.
I don't need company. "
"Really? Then I'll leave first." Feng Xingying gestured to leave.
Qin Molin grabbed her wrist.
There was a heart-burning loneliness in his eyes.
Although he didn't say anything, his intention to stay was obvious.