Divine Phoenix is ​​not a concubine

Chapter 629 Imprisonment 7: Cooking Porridge

Feng Xingying subconsciously stretched out her hand, hugged him like before, and pressed her hot head against his chest.

Such scorching heat made Qin Molin very uncomfortable. This was not Feng Xingying's temperature, but such a temperature made him blame himself and worry all the time.

Did he actually push her to this point?

Is she really that, unwilling to accept him?
She obviously likes him too.

Qin Molin's heart was in a mess, but he couldn't sleep, so he just lay there quietly, letting Feng Xingying hug him.

But he didn't dare to reach out to hug her again, he was afraid that once he held her in his arms, he would lose control of his despair.

After all, the previous two days and nights had already given him a taste of the marrow, and he couldn't control himself.

He wished he could be with her every day.

She obviously likes her too, but...he doesn't understand why she is so stubborn.

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

After one night, Feng Xingying still didn't wake up, the temperature on her forehead was getting higher and higher.

Qin Molin was completely panicked.

He heard that sick people should eat porridge.

This is how Qin Yi took care of the sick little Eleven before. Qin Yi said with rich experience that porridge is the best for health.

Feng Xingying's body is weak now, so she must also 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, as long as he left the space, he would give an order.

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

No, you can learn it.

Even a little girl as stupid as Yunxiang can cook delicious porridge, why can't he, Qin Molin.

Feng Xingying finally opened her eyes, but she was still powerless, so she managed to open them a little.

She was not cured, but woke up by the smoke.

Why don't you just cook a bowl of porridge?Qin Molin is probably the only one who can almost destroy a space so earth-shattering?

Feng Xingying looked at him helplessly, with a smile on his face involuntarily.

Immediately, Feng Xingying closed his eyes again.

She hates herself like this.

He was clearly imprisoned by others, so why should he be moved by him?

What kind of person is Feng Xingying?She knows it herself.

If she wants to be regarded as a forbidden person, then she would rather die.

She gets sick because she gives up on herself.

If it wasn't Qin Molin who imprisoned her, Feng Xingying might not give up, she might find a way to escape and take revenge.

It was Qin Molin who made her despair.

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

He didn't understand.

She knew that he was as stubborn as she was, and once he was determined, it would be difficult to change.

So she stopped trying to convince him.

Feng Xingying closed her eyes again, quietly like an epiphyllum that once bloomed gorgeously at night, but withered in the sun.

Qin Molin's porridge was made in the evening after a whole day of tossing.

Feng Xingying was so hungry that her chest was pressed against her back, she no longer squinted her eyes, but opened her eyes wide and empty, looking at him quietly.

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

However, just as he opened his mouth, he saw the hollowness in Feng Xingying's eyes.

"You won, you successfully stimulated me. But even if you are a puppet, I will not let you go." Qin Molin showed a domineering stubbornness on his face.

They were too much alike, both too powerfully self-righteous, too sure of themselves.

If he wanted to keep Feng Xingying, he had to.

This is his overbearing.

If Feng Xingying didn't want to be imprisoned, she would definitely not compromise. This was her stubbornness.

(End of this chapter)