Divine Phoenix is ​​not a concubine

Chapter 712 Qin Molin's Experience 2: He Actually...

The next moment, Feng Xingying's eyes blurred, and he suddenly became dizzy and lost consciousness.

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 she smelled the familiar fragrance, Feng Xingying was in an inexplicably good mood.

The curling smoke and the smell of porridge should be Qin Molin cooking porridge, right?

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

A warm smile curled up on the corners of Feng Xingying's lips, she got up and left the hot spring, brushed her long black wet hair, casually let it hang over her shoulders, and walked towards the main house.

Getting closer and closer.

Seeing that the familiar gate of the courtyard was approaching, Feng Xingying suddenly felt uneasy. Did she dare not open the door at this moment?
In the worst case, Zuo would just be eaten and wiped clean by him.

Does he need to do this every time he advances?

If that's the case, she doesn't resist, no matter who makes her like him.

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

It's just that at this moment, Feng Xingying's face became completely rigid, and he stared blankly at the person who was cooking the porridge.

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

She stared at him blankly.

He glanced at her helplessly.

"Sister, are you fainted from hunger? I made porridge for you." The childish voice came from the mouth of the boy in front of him.

Only then did Feng Xingying come to his senses.

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

"Oh." Feng Xingying nodded mechanically, and obediently sat down at the wooden table beside him, staring at the boy beside the stove.

It's not because Feng Xingying lost his composure, it's because the scene in front of him is too weird.

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

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

And he took one sister at a time, obviously he no longer recognizes Feng Xingying.

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

But looking at the young boy's disgusted expression, he obviously felt that Feng Xingying was being silly.

Feng Xingying was also drunk.

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

"Don't move, I'll just bring it over, lest you be so stupid and knock over the meal I worked so hard to cook."

"Oh." Feng Xingying returned to the table obediently and finished, staring fixedly at Qin Molin.

Qin Molin's facial features haven't changed much except that his stature has changed into that of a teenager. He is still suffocatingly beautiful. With his delicate facial features and sharp-edged outline, he looks like a beautiful boy at first glance.

It's just that his current face has a little bit of baby fat that is unique to teenagers, and besides being handsome, it is also a little more cute.

He was obviously a cute and beautiful boy, but he insisted on putting on a small face and pretending to be mature, Feng Xingying couldn't help laughing when he saw it.

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 moment, reached out and poked his round cheek lightly.

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

"You, you woman, why are you so ignorant of etiquette? Don't blame me for being rude if you try again."

(End of this chapter)