After practicing with Qin Molin, Feng Xingying not only became more stable in her spiritual power, but also became more and more aware of the power of the stars, which she had not been able to achieve smoothly.
Another day, thirteen-year-old Qin Molin.
The greenness on his face faded a bit, and some of the coldness unique to King Leng began to appear on his face.
In the afternoon, Qin Molin finished practicing half an hour early.
"Where are you going?" Feng Xingying asked.
He had a cold face and didn't answer.
Very good, very Qin Molin.
Feng Xingying has long been accustomed to Qin Molin's way of getting along with him.
He didn't answer, so she just followed.
When Feng Xingying saw Qin Molin using his wood spirit power to form thousands of strands deep into the water and netting fish with great fanfare, she realized that this guy was remembering to make fish for her.
Qin Molin is probably a perfectionist.
He actually picked out a whole net of fish one by one. After selecting them, he selected three fish that he thought were fat, thin, and the most suitable size, and then turned back.
He obviously didn't turn his head, but he seemed to have eyes behind him.
"You haven't come back yet, do you want to feed the fish?"
This was obviously said to Feng Xingying.
A smile appeared on Feng Xingying's lips. His Highness, King Leng, seemed not as cold as he thought.
At least he cared if she followed.
Feng Xingying pursed her lips and followed Qin Molin obediently.
"What did you dream about last night?"
"Actually, it's nothing. They're all boring stuff. Are you sure you want to listen?"
"Sure. I'll listen if you want to." Feng Xingying tilted her head playfully.
He slowed down in a good mood and talked to her about the "dream" in detail.
In fact, Qin Molin himself knows that the so-called "dream" is his reality, and now he is truly immersed in the dream.
"There seems to be nothing wrong with it. It's quite fulfilling. Why are you frowning?"
"Why, you haven't shown up yet." Qin Molin was a little unhappy: "I obviously should have known you since I was a child."
"Oh?" A helpless smile appeared on Feng Xingying's lips: "Then have you forgotten me?"
"No way!" Qin Molin almost exploded, but quickly regained his composure.
He has really grown up.
It was his first time to cook fish, and he made fish soup. He was in a hurry, and what he made was barely edible.
But the task of helping Feng Xingying remove the fish bones that he imagined could really be saved.
Because Qin Molin actually used the method of boiling chicken soup to make fish soup. The cooking time was so long that all the fish meat fell off the fish bones and melted into the soup.
Looking at the empty fishbone skeleton, Qin Molin was a little helpless.
Especially when he saw Feng Xingying sipping the soup, he said angrily:
"When I turn sixteen, I will marry you."
"ah?"
"That's it!" He clenched his already sizable fist.
Only then did Feng Xingying realize that the boy in front of her was already taller than her.
She didn't dare to answer and just drank the soup obediently, for fear that if she offended this guy, he would throw her down at all costs.
"Is the fish soup delicious?" Qin Molin asked.
"Yeah. It tastes very good." Feng Xingying nodded.
"Then should you reward me?" He stepped closer to her, with a hint of danger in his eyes.
"Ah?" Feng Xingying was still confused.
He had already caught her hand in his palm and held her: "Let's go. Go practice."
"oh."
His hand became even hotter due to the contact with her, like a hot water bottle, ironing her as warm as water in the cool night breeze.
Feng Xingying lowered her head and let him hold her hand and move forward together.
None of them spoke again.