"On An Qianmo."

"You won't let go of men! It's crazy!"

"... Xingying, do you doubt me? Do you want to test it?"

"Ah? I didn't say anything."

"Oh……"

The bloodline of this girl, the White Tiger clan, is very pure. Although she does not have the bloodline of awakening gods, it is much stronger than the spiritual roots of ordinary people.

As long as she has eyesight, she can't tell that she has nothing to do with Qin Molin. Feng Xingying is deliberately making trouble. She makes trouble because she has been waiting for him for three hundred years and wants to use this method to dilute her thoughts for three hundred years.

Regarding Feng Xingying who was chaotic, Qin Molin just picked up the person and threw it back into his own space, preparing to teach her how to be a human being.

Unexpectedly, Feng Xingying actually held his arm around his neck, so that he could not throw her away.

Her lips swept across his cheeks even more clumsyly, and she exhaled an itchy breath.

Feng Xingying's initiative made Qin Molin feel like he was being exploded by a volcano. He could no longer rush in and sent this seductive little fairy to the peak of the clouds.

"You are not a saint at all, but a witch." Qin Molin said: "The witch who seduces people's souls."

"I'll hook you, okay?" Feng Xingying rolled her eyes wide.

"You still want to hook up a few more times? It means you dislike me now, and I can't satisfy you alone? Hum?"

"Where is there? You are a very wise man, and the little girl is willing to give her a disadvantage."

"Ha, surrender before the war started, unlike your Fengxingying's style."

So what do you want?

Feng Xingying simply ignored him. No matter what he said, it would not stop the enthusiasm of a man who had parted in October.

He separated for ten months, but for her, it was a full three hundred days. Her longing spread more thoroughly, turning into a pool of spring water, boundlessly charming.

Seven days later, he stopped conquering her, hugged the soft and boneless little woman tightly in his arms, soaked in the hot spring together, and watched the moonlight.

Feng Xingying couldn't raise any strength at all, so she just wanted to soak it quietly.

Her physical strength is completely fine, and she can fight for another seven days, but she is extremely tired and just wants to have a good sleep.

She had been in a state of distress for a long time, and the rest of the next few days he responded with his physical instinct, but he grabbed her and refused to let go.

"Sleep, I'll guard you."

"Well, you are not allowed to rob oneself."

"Okay." Qin Molin shaved Feng Xingying's little nose with amusedness.

Feng Xingying took advantage of the situation to hold his arm as a pillow and muttered: "I'm going to drink fish soup tomorrow. Do you know what it feels like if you haven't eaten what you've made in three hundred years?"

Feng Xingying's words made Qin Molin feel inexplicably sore.

He had been in a desperate situation for less than a year, but Feng Xingying waited for him for three hundred years.

"I will go out to do business in the future and will definitely come back to see you once a month. I will never let you wait alone again."

Feng Xingying didn't know if he heard it, so he nodded in a daze.

What does it matter if she can hear it or can't hear it? This is his decision, just remember it.

Feng Xingying slept until the sun was noon. The strong smell of fish soup awakened her, and her favorite roasted elk meat.

"I'm relieved if your cooking skills have not improved." Feng Xingying sipped the fish soup in small sips, saying unconditional words.

"Why?"

"This proves that you didn't do it for others."

"Ha, stupid!" Qin Molin tapped Feng Xingying's forehead: "Do you think everyone in the world is worthy of my Qin Molin's cooking? Apart from you, Feng Xingying, I can't even let me enter the kitchen."
Chapter completed!