"Do you still remember the inheritance in Hehuan Palace?" Qin Molin suddenly changed the subject.

Feng Xingying looked stunned, then he retorted with his little mouth:

"The inheritance in Hehuan Palace, as long as we are in the same mind, we can practice together. We don't have to communicate physically like the rumors spread by the world."

"Xiaoying, you always think about this. Is it because I didn't communicate with you physically?"

"..." Feng Xingying was speechless and almost got angry to death by him.

This bastard became more and more obscene and actually dug a hole to let her jump!

"It's obviously you who said it first."

Qin Molin pinched Feng Xingying's angry little face and said seriously:

"But what I want to say is that the inheritance in Hehuan Palace says that Hehuan Fruit can assist frost cultivation. As for that, you have thought it wrongly."

"You." Feng Xingying was already on the verge of storm.

But he pulled her into his arms and whispered in a low voice: "I just like you to think wrongly."

Feng Xingying's heart was like a piece of ice, and it was melted by him.

Qin Molin's lips grabbed Feng Xingying's lips, and pried open her lips and teeth, and put the flesh in her mouth into her mouth.

Feng Xingying just verbally opposed Qin Molin, and was not repulsive in her heart. She lowered her head and silently swallowed the flesh.

Don’t say, this acacia fruit is quite delicious, with a fresh and tender taste, sweet and juicy flesh, abundant spiritual power, and a little sweeter than ordinary spiritual fruits.

Qin Molin was obviously very satisfied with Feng Xingying's cooperation. He bit the flesh and fed it into Feng Xingying's mouth with his own mouth.

Feng Xingying made up his mind and just kept it alone.

Why don’t you eat it? Can’t someone feed it well?

Qin Molin suddenly felt that he had done a coolie job, but he felt happy.

The flesh of the Hehuan fruit is not much, but the pits account for half of them, which is more than twice as big as peach pits.

Feng Xingying just had some taste and disappeared.

Feng Xingying smashed her mouth and began to covet the core of Qin Molin's hand again.

After the core was pried open, there was an almond-shaped thing inside, which smelled quite sweet.

Unfortunately, Feng Xingying took a look and the core was swallowed by Qin Molin.

"Stingy." Feng Xingying curled his lips and complained in a low voice.

"If you still want to eat it, let the small tripod plant a little and let's eat it together." Qin Molin whispered in Feng Xingying's ear.

Feng Xingying didn't notice when she sat on his lap, as if she was feeding the pulp just now.

The two were sitting on benches by the river, and their figures were reflected in the river.

Feng Xingying looked at the tangled reflection and wanted to leave him awkwardly.

However, Qin Molin's arms were like iron hoops, holding her in his arms.

Especially when he felt the temperature of burning, Feng Xingying wanted to push him away.

It's too late.

Like the fire, she was flooded.

At this moment, I forgot the time, the place, and everything.

There seemed to be only the two of them between heaven and earth.

Want to love, love.

Until three days later.

Feng Xingying woke up like a scattered body, and even the location was changed into the bedroom.

Outside the courtyard, Qin Molin was playing the piano, gentle and elegant, as poetic as a painting.

Feng Xingying opened the window and looked at him from afar, and his heart seemed to be filled.

Yesterday, no, what happened three days ago, if Feng Xingying had not been willing, how could he have died?

Qin Molin is a person who keeps his promises. He said that he would not force Xingying to be forced to be a star shadow again, so it is naturally true.

Feng Xingying suddenly felt that after experiencing so many things, her Qin Molin seemed to be getting more and more perfect.
Chapter completed!