Three days later, Qin Molin had returned to his sixteen-year-old body shape and memory.
His strength was already so powerful that it made her heart palpitate.
Although he still has the youthful ignorance of a young man, his facial features and figure have completely grown. His handsome cheeks and perfect figure make him full of confidence.
Qin Molin was used to holding Feng Xingying's hand every day.
He couldn't find any excuse, he just held her hand in a rogue manner out of habit.
Feng Xingying didn't resist and let him lead him.
Only this evening, there was an extra bottle of wine and two wine glasses.
"I am sixteen years old today," he said.
"Well, congratulations." Feng Xingying answered vaguely.
Qin Molin's cooking skills have improved a lot, and Feng Xingying ate with gusto.
Instead, he poured a glass of clear and transparent wine into two translucent wine glasses made of purple spirit crystal.
He handed a wine glass to Feng Xingying, who took it. The fragrant smell of wine made her feel relaxed and happy. She put the glass to her mouth and drank it in one gulp.
"You, you, you." Qin Molin stared at Feng Xingying's hand, a little annoyed.
"What?" Feng Xingying raised her eyes in surprise. She had a good drinking capacity, so a drink like this was no problem at all. She happily handed the glass to Qin Molin:
"Continued Cup."
Qin Molin angrily poured her another glass.
Feng Xingying went to get the wine glass again, but he held his hand down.
Only then did Feng Xingying feel that Qin Molin was particularly different today. When she raised her eyes and looked at his affectionate eyes, she realized with some hindsight that he probably wanted to have sex with someone drunk, right
"You are still young and cannot drink." Feng Xingying said.
"Who said I'm young? I'm one year older than you!" Qin Molin was really angry. He hated Feng Xingying always saying he was young. He had obviously worked hard to grow up.
Even if it takes one day and one year, he still feels that it is too slow.
He wished he could think of her right away and get married to her right away.
"I'm sixteen, we can get married." He handed his wine glass to Feng Xingying's lips, while holding Feng Xingying's hand with his other hand, he poured her wine right where she had been drinking. Drink it all.
Feng Xingying also didn't expect that he would have a drink with someone under such circumstances, and it would be sixteen-year-old Qin Molin.
A layer of blush appeared on Feng Xingying's face unconsciously, whether it was from wine or embarrassment.
He couldn't help but look a little crazy.
He could no longer control his emotions and took her into his arms domineeringly.
"What are you doing?" Feng Xingying was a little confused.
But he had already taken a sip of wine, and pried her lips and teeth greenly, letting the wine flow down her lips and into her mouth.
The fragrance of peach blossom wine filled her lips and teeth, making people intoxicated.
He couldn't help but rub it gently, his chest was hot and his heart was burning more and more.
His lips, from green to skilled, some memories swept over him overwhelmingly, as if he suddenly remembered her when he saw her.
When he touched her, the string in his memory broke.
His kiss was filled with the scent of blood, spreading in her mouth.
Feng Xingying also felt something strange about Qin Molin, and she wanted to push him away.
But his eyes had turned half blood red and half pure black, and he stared at her quietly, with a deep friendship that could not be dissolved.
Feng Xingying's heart softened inexplicably.
She looked at him quietly, watching her face keep twisting, from youthful to mature.
Feng Xingying guessed something, she hugged his numb body tightly.
"Qin Molin, you madman!"