The next moment, Feng Xingying's eyes flickered, and he suddenly felt dizzy and lost consciousness. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

When she woke up, she was already soaking in the hot spring in Qin Molin's space.

Seeing the familiar environment, Feng Xingying's heart finally settled down.

It turned out that he was in his own space.

Especially when he smelled the familiar fragrance, Feng Xingying was in an inexplicably good mood.

The smoke curling and the aroma of porridge and rice should be Qin Molin boiling porridge, right?

Qin Molin's cooking skills are not very good, but he finally learned one of them for Feng Xingying - boiling porridge.

The corners of Feng Xingying's lips hooked up a warm smile, got up and left the hot spring, dried his long black wet hair, casually let them fall over his shoulders, and walked in the direction of the main house.

It's getting closer.

Seeing that she had arrived at the familiar courtyard gate, Feng Xingying suddenly felt a sense of apprehension, did she dare not open the door at this time?

In the worst-case scenario, the left is just eaten and wiped clean by him.

Does he need this every time he advances?

If so, she doesn't resist, who makes her like him.

A hint of blush appeared on Feng Xingying's face, but he still pushed the door open.

It's just that at this moment, Feng Xingying's face completely froze, staring at the person who was boiling porridge in a daze.

He also turned his head, and his eyes were as clear as water.

She looked at him stunned.

He glanced at her helplessly.

"Sister, are you faint from hunger? I made porridge for you. The immature voice came from the mouth of the young man in front of him.

Feng Xingying came back to his senses at this time.

"Sister, are you hungry and stupid?" his tone was full of disgust: "Don't worry, you go and sit next to you first, and you will be able to eat soon." ”

"Oh. Feng Xingying nodded mechanically, obediently sat down at the wooden table beside him, and stared at the young man by the stove.

It's no wonder that Feng Xingying is out of shape, it's really that the picture in front of him is too weird.

His breath, his appearance, and his voice are all Qin Molin's yes, it's just that his height is only Qin Molin's, and his face is full of immaturity.

The person who was busy by the stove in front of him was really just an eight or nine-year-old child.

And he has a sister, obviously he no longer recognizes Feng Xingying.

Looking at the little Qin Molin, Feng Xingying was of course stunned.

But looking at the little boy's disgusted look, he obviously felt that Feng Xingying was stupid.

Feng Xingying was also drunk.

When the porridge came out of the pot, Feng Xingying wanted to help, but received another disgusted look.

"Don't move, I'll bring it over, lest you be so stupid and knock over the food I've worked so hard to make." ”

"Oh. Feng Xingying obediently returned to the table and made a good job, staring at Qin Molin with his eyes.

Now Qin Molin, in addition to his body size and the appearance of a young man, his facial features have not changed much, and he is still suffocatingly beautiful, with exquisite facial features and angular outlines, he is a beautiful boy at first glance.

It's just that his current face has a little bit of baby fat unique to young people, and in addition to being handsome, there is a little more cuteness.

is obviously a cute beautiful boy, and he has to pretend to be mature with a small face, and Feng Xingying, who sees it, can't help but want to laugh.

Especially when Qin Molin brought Feng Xingying a bowl of porridge and put it in front of her, Feng Xingying couldn't hold back for a while, reached out to his round cheek, and poked it lightly.

Qin Molin clicked like a bad click, and hurriedly retreated, staring at Feng Xingying vigilantly.

"You, you woman, why are you so rude? If you move your hands and feet again, don't blame me for being rude. ”