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The next moment, Feng Xingying had a flower in front of her, and suddenly lost her consciousness.

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

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

It turned out he was in his own space.

In particular, Feng Xingying was in a good mood when he smelled the familiar fragrance.

Qin Molin's porridge is the smell of cooking smoke and porridge rice?

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

Feng Xingying's lips evoked a warm smile, got up and left the hot spring, dry a long dark wet hair, and let them be scattered on the shoulders, and walked towards the main house.

Getting closer.

At the sight of the familiar courtyard door, Feng Xingying suddenly felt a sense of embarrassment. Did she dare not open the door at this time?

In the worst case, left was nothing but being wiped out by him.

Does he need this every time he advances?

If that's the case, she isn't resisting, whoever makes her like him.

Feng Xingying's face was flushed, and the door was opened.

Only at this moment, Feng Xingying's face was completely rigid, staring at the person who was suffering from porridge.

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

She looked at him dumbfounded.

He glanced helplessly at her.

"Sister, are you hungry? I made porridge for you." The tender voice came from the boy's mouth in front of him.

Feng Xingying returned to God.

"Sister, are you hungry and stupid?" His tone was full of disapproval: "Don't worry, you can sit next to it and you can eat soon."

"Oh." Feng Xingying nodded mechanically, sat obediently to the wooden table aside, and stared at the teenager by the stovetop.

Don't blame Feng Xingying's disorientation, it is really weird.

His breath, his appearance, his voice are all Qin Molin's right, but his height is only Qin Molin's, and his face is full of tenderness.

Busy by the stove in front of him, he was really just a child of eight or nine years old.

And he took a bite of his sister, apparently no longer recognize Feng Xingying.

Looking at the small Qin Molin, Feng Xingying certainly had to hold back.

But looking at the young boy's disgusting look, it was obvious that Feng Xingying was stupid.

Feng Xingying is also drunk.

When the porridge came out of the pot, Feng Xingying wanted to help and suffered another disgusting look.

"Don't move, I'll take it here, lest you be so stupid and overturn my hard-working meal."

"Oh." Feng Xingying obediently returned to the table to do a good job, staring at Qin Molin.

Except that Qin Molin has become a young man, his facial features have not changed much, but he is still suffocating. His exquisite facial features and angular outlines make him a beautiful young man.

It's just that his face now has a few traces of baby fat peculiar to young people. Besides the beauty, there is a touch of cuteness.

Obviously a cute beautiful boy, she must have a small face to look mature, and Feng Xingying who watched cannot 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 didn't hold back for a while, reached out his rounded cheek and gave a slight poke.

Qin Molin clicked badly, stepped back quickly, and stared at Feng Xingying alertly.

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