Feng Xingying subconsciously stretched out his hand, hugged him as before, and put his hot head on his chest.

This kind of scorching heat makes Qin Molin very awkward, this is not the temperature of Feng Xingying, but this kind of temperature also makes him blame himself all the time.

Did he force her to this point?

Is she really that, unwilling to accept him?

Obviously, she also likes him.

Qin Molin's heart was very chaotic, but he couldn't sleep, so he just lay quietly and let Feng Xingying hold him.

But he didn't dare to reach out to hug her again, he was afraid that once he hugged her into his arms, he would not be able to control his lack of hope.

After all, the previous two days and two nights had already made him eat the marrow and know the taste, and he couldn't help himself.

He longed to be with her day by day.

She obviously likes it too, but ...... He didn't understand why she was so stubborn.

The two just hugged each other and fell asleep, there was no charm, only warmth.

After a night, Feng Xingying still hadn't woken up, and the temperature on her forehead was getting higher and higher.

Qin Molin was completely panicked.

He heard that the sick should eat some porridge.

Qin Yi took care of the sick little eleven like this before, and Qin Yi said with rich experience that porridge is the most healthy.

Feng Xingying is weak now, and he must need some food.

Qin Molin set up the stove in a panic and began to cook porridge for Feng Xingying.

But the problem is, he won't!

Qin Yi and the others were guarding outside, he just had to leave the space and give him an order.

But he didn't, he wanted to make it for her to eat.

No, you can learn.

Even a stupid little girl like Rue Xiang can make delicious porridge and rice, how can he Qin Molin.

Feng Xingying finally opened her eyes, but she was still weak, and she barely opened a slit.

She was not sick, but choked on smoke.

Wouldn't you just cook a bowl of porridge? It is estimated that the only one who can almost destroy a space in an earth-shattering way is Qin Molin?

Feng Xingying looked at him helplessly, and couldn't help but have a smile on his face.

Immediately, Feng Xingying closed his eyes again.

She hated being like that.

Obviously he was imprisoned and free, why should he be moved by him.

What kind of person is Feng Xingying?

If she was to be used as a confinement, she would rather die.

She would get sick because she had given up on herself.

If the person who imprisoned her was not Qin Molin, Feng Xingying might not give up, and she might try to find a way to escape and take revenge.

It was precisely because it was Qin Molin that made her desperate.

She doesn't want to be a locked dog in front of the person she likes.

But he didn't understand.

She knew that he was just as stubborn as she was, and once he did, it was hard to change.

So she no longer tries to convince him.

Feng Xingying closed his eyes again, quietly like an epiphany that had bloomed gorgeously at night and withered when he saw the sun.

Qin Molin's porridge took a whole day to toss and was only ready in the evening.

Feng Xingying was already so hungry that her chest was pressed against her back, and she no longer squinted, but stared at him quietly with her eyes wide open.

Qin Molin came to see her wake up and happily talked to her.

However, before he could speak, he saw the hollowness in Feng Xingying's eyes.

"You won, you managed to stimulate me. But even if you're a puppet doll, I won't let go. Qin Molin's face showed domineering stubbornness.

The two of them are too similar, both are too strong in their self-righteousness, too much in themselves.

If he wants to leave the shadow of the stars, he must.

This is his domineering.

Feng Xingying is unwilling to be imprisoned, so she will not compromise, this is her stubbornness.