Three days later, Qin Molin had regained his sixteen-year-old body and memory. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

His strength was so strong 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, and his handsome cheeks and perfect body make him full of confidence.

Qin Molin was used to holding Feng Xingying's hand every day.

He couldn't find any excuse to use, but he was just habitually holding her in a rogue manner.

Feng Xingying didn't resist either, and let him lead him.

It's just that this evening, there was an extra jug of wine and two wine glasses.

"I'm sixteen today. He said.

"Well, congratulations. Feng Xingying replied vaguely.

Qin Molin's cooking skills have made great progress, and Feng Xingying eats with relish.

He poured a glass of clear wine into each of the two translucent wine glasses made of purple spirit crystals.

He handed a wine glass to Feng Xingying, Feng Xingying took the wine glass, the fragrant smell of wine made her feel refreshed, and she sent the wine glass to her mouth, and it was dry in one gulp.

"You, you, you. Qin Molin stared at Feng Xingying's hand, a little angry.

"What?" Feng Xingying raised her eyes in surprise, she had a good amount of alcohol, such a glass was not a problem at all, and she handed the wine glass to Qin Molin happily:

"One more drink. ”

Qin Molin angrily poured her another glass.

Feng Xingying went to get the wine glass again, but he held his hand down.

Feng Xingying felt that Qin Molin was especially different today, and when she raised her eyes to look at his eyes full of affection, she realized a little later, should he be thinking about borrowing wine *****?

"You're too young to drink. Feng Xingying said.

"Who said I was small. I'm a year older than you!" Qin Molin was really angry, he hated Feng Xingying the most and always said that he was young, he was obviously working hard to grow up.

Even if it's a day and a year, he still thinks it's too slow.

He couldn't wait to think of her right away, and he would marry her right away.

"I'm sixteen years old, and we can get married. He handed his wine glass to Feng Xingying's lips, but with the other hand he took Feng Xingying's hand, and drank her wine from where she had drunk.

Feng Xingying didn't expect that he would have a glass of wine with someone under such circumstances, and it was sixteen-year-old Qin Molin.

Feng Xingying's face unconsciously climbed into a layer of redness, I don't know if it was wine or blush.

He couldn't help but look a little stupid.

He couldn't control his emotions anymore and took her into his arms domineeringly.

"What are you doing?" Feng Xingying was a little confused.

He had already taken a sip of wine, and pry open her lips and teeth, letting the wine flow down her lips and into her mouth.

Between her lips and teeth, there is the fragrance of peach blossom wine, which makes people intoxicated.

He couldn't help but rub it gently, his chest was hot, and his heart burned more and more.

His lips, from green to skillful, some memories, swept over him, as if, when he saw her, he suddenly remembered.

He touched her, and the string in his memory had already cracked.

His kiss was bloody, spreading through her mouth.

Feng Xingying also sensed Qin Molin's abnormality, 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 friendship that was so thick that it could not be dissolved.

Feng Xingying's heart softened inexplicably.

She looked at him quietly, at her face, constantly distorting, from youthfulness to maturity.

Feng Xingying guessed something, and she hugged his already numb body tightly.

"Qin Molin, you madman!"