Divine Phoenix is ​​not a concubine

Chapter 630 Imprisonment 8: Withering

Feng Xingying's numb expression and empty eyes hurt Qin Molin's heart. He was afraid that he couldn't help it and would tear up her clothes to force him.

She is still sick and can't stand the toss.

Qin Molin suppressed his anger and continued to fight against the stove, venting all his anger towards Feng Xingying on the stove.

Even if he was not good at cooking, Qin Molin finally made that bowl of porridge and brought it to Feng Xingying.

Feng Xingying was lying when she said she wasn't moved.

She has been quietly watching him fail again and again, and he is stupid again and again.

This bowl of porridge was really more difficult for Qin Molin than anything else.

He has supreme strength, wealth and status, but he can't cook this bowl of porridge alone.

When he gave Feng Xingying the result he was full of heart, his eyes were full of anticipation.

Unexpectedly, Feng Xingying reached out her hand.

Clap, the bowl shattered.

The bowl was broken, but the porridge was still there.

Because he is Qin Molin.

He has terrible multi-attributes, one of which is ice.

At the same time that the porridge was overturned, Qin Molin had condensed an ice bowl to protect the fruits of his labor.

Feng Xingying didn't look at him, and didn't even care what he did.

For this kind of ignorance, Qin Molin became even more angry.

He roughly turned Feng Xingying's head, pinched her chin, and kissed her hard.

The thick porridge was fed into Feng Xingying's mouth from his mouth.

Feng Xingying didn't swallow, and let the thick white porridge slip and overflow from her lips.

The picture is weird.

Qin Molin was really on fire this time.

"Open your mouth, if you don't want to eat, I will continue to want you." He ordered sternly, then took another mouthful of porridge carefully, and fed it to Feng Xingying.

However, Feng Xingying seemed to be unable to hear anything, and he was still the same, like a puppet, no matter what he did, he would not respond.

Perhaps, her silence is saying: Come on, what else can you do besides being as strong as a male dog?
He could only kiss her until she was out of breath, but he couldn't feed her the porridge.

Fortunately, under his disdainful tossing, some porridge would slip into Feng Xingying's throat.

But if she doesn't cooperate, her condition will only get worse.

Her body is also getting worse day by day.

Three days later, Qin Molin's cooking skills improved greatly, at least he could cook a bowl of porridge in the fastest time, and he could even make soup.

Feng Xingying refused to open his mouth to eat, so he could only feed her soup, so that he could force her to drink a little.

In the past three days, Feng Xingying was still feverish and talking nonsense from time to time, Qin Molin hugged her to sleep every night, she knew but didn't resist, numbly didn't react.

Because she is like a puppet, let him do what he wants.

Qin Molin suppressed his Gu Qianwang, didn't want her anymore, just hugged her quietly.

She was clearly in his arms, but he felt that Feng Xingying was getting farther and farther away from him, and his heart was getting more and more confused. He was afraid that, really, he would lose him completely.

In three days, Feng Xingying had already become so skinny.

I have to say that the Creator is really eccentric. A beautiful woman like Feng Xingying, even if she is skinny, is still so beautiful.

The beauty of Feng Xingying before was flamboyant and enthusiastic, like a blooming flower, which caught people's attention and made people envious.

Now, even though she is thin and withered, she has an indescribable poignant beauty, touching the most sensitive softness in people's hearts, charming and charming.

And what excites Qin Molin the most is that Feng Xingying finally had fun and called out his name!
It's just that she didn't shout the three words Qin Molin, but rather.

"His Royal Highness Leng Wang."

(End of this chapter)