Feng Xingying couldn't help but poke Qin Molin's cheeks. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Who knew that the young Qin Molin actually knew the routine: "You and I already have a skin-to-skin relationship, you must be my mother!"

"Huh?"

Feng Xingying is completely dizzy, what's wrong?

She obviously wanted to flirt with the teenager, but why did she become molested instead?

Life is nothing more than being molested or counter-molested.

Feng Xingying couldn't help laughing, and nodded solemnly:

"Is this called skin-to-skin kissing? Then I ask you, you put me in the pool yesterday?"

"Yes, it's a hot spring, not a pool. Qin Molin corrected it seriously.

"You took off my clothes?"

"Hmm. ”

"Oh, then you've been skin-to-skin with me for a long time, and you should be responsible for me. Feng Xingying nodded.

"But my eyes are closed. "Qin Molin is gone.

"You took off my clothes anyway, and you have to be responsible. ”

"Then we'll go to church now. ”

"No, I don't play with children, you wait until you're sixteen years old to marry me." ”

"Okay, that's a deal. Qin Molin didn't change the red decoration of the hut, and just took a step.

Feng Xingying silently followed behind her.

When he arrived in the wide backyard, Qin Molin was ready to cultivate, and then he spoke: "This is the place where I practice, I don't allow anyone to come close, since you are my child daughter-in-law, I will reluctantly let you see it." ”

"Well, you need to hurry, I'm waiting for you to make tomorrow's lunch." ”

"Well, women are really troublesome. Qin Molin muttered in disgust and began to enter the cultivation state.

Feng Xingying also entered a state of cultivation at the same time.

Although he and her are not skin-to-skin, but under the same heaven and earth and the same mind, the spiritual power unconsciously pulls each other.

Especially at night, when the stars are dense, a rotating star stone rises above their heads, and the breath on the star stone pulls each other.

After one night, Feng Xingying felt that Qin Molin seemed to have grown a lot taller than the day before.

Is it, one day at a time, one year at a time?

Qin Molin's life is very boring, he doesn't sleep or rest, he spends almost twelve hours a day practicing.

It was only in the evening that he would glance 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 stew, and nothing else.

But Qin Molin is the kind of person who can be proficient quickly once he learns it.

At least Qin Molin's stewed soup has almost caught up with the level of rue.

Three days later.

Qin Molin has grown as tall as Feng Xingying, and his appearance is even more handsome.

Feng Xingying did the math, he should be twelve years old now.

Feng Xingying himself is actually not yet sixteen years old.

Of course, in three days, they got along day and night, and they were already acquaintances.

Feng Xingying sat by the stove to help him add firewood, and asked curiously by the way:

"You're so big, are you all alone?"

"Yes. "Qin Molin is no longer so repulsive to Feng Xingying.

"Then you don't feel lonely and miss your parents?"

"I don't have parents. Qin Molin shook his head: "My world is only me, and what I want can only be fought for by myself."

I don't need to be accompanied. ”

"Really? Then I'll go first. "Feng Xingying is about to leave.

Qin Molin grabbed her wrist.

In his eyes, there was a kind of burning loneliness.

Although he did not say anything, the meaning of retention was obvious.