Qin Molin's words tell the story, and his name is confusing.

Those long waiting and longing made Feng Xingying dare not listen, think, or touch. But she couldn't help but want to hear and know.

At this time, perhaps only alcohol can relieve the pain in her heart.

Her Qin Molin waited for her for three thousand years, but she fell in love with another man who was exactly the same as him?

It seems that only she is the sinister existence.

Feng Xingying didn't know what was wrong with her. The pain in her heart urged her to drink cup after cup.

Qin Molin couldn't stand it anymore and couldn't help but snatch Feng Xingying's wine glass:

"Stop drinking, it's time for you to rest."

"No, let me drink, my heart hurts so much." Feng Xingying pointed at his heart:

"I am guilty. I am not worthy of being the one you wait for and love deeply. She is also waiting for you in time. But I am not her.

I'm not, I don't deserve it."

Feng Xingying grabbed the wine jar and simply poured it into his mouth.

The clear and powdery wine is mixed with the unique aroma of peach blossoms and the freshness of bamboo leaves. It is mellow but not greasy, sweet but not ripe, and has endless aftertaste.

Unfortunately, Feng Xingying's way of drinking has long lost its original artistic conception.

Feng Xingying's cheeks were covered with peach blossoms, staring at Qin Molin intently:

"Your wine is not strong enough."

"Xiaoying, you are drunk." Qin Molin suddenly felt a little distressed.

He tried every means to coax her to get drunk just to see her heart.

But when he saw it, he felt so distressed again.

The Feng Xingying in front of him is almost exactly the same as the Feng Xingying whom he missed thousands of times in his memory. The only difference is that her eyes are full of sadness and self-blame.

Feng Xingying is a strong person. She suppresses all emotions with indifference on weekdays and prevents people from seeing her fragility.

And the Fengxingying at this time is so fragile that it makes people feel distressed.

Feng Xingying was still staring at Qin Molin in a daze, talking nonsense without hesitation:

"Qin Molin, the wine you brew is so delicious, full of your taste, I still want to drink it."

"Be good, let's not drink it anymore. I'll help you sober up the soup." Qin Molin really regretted it.

He didn't want to see Feng Xingying like this, so he would rather become the Ying Princess who looked at him coldly.

Since that's the case, let her wake up.

When Feng Xingying heard the sobering soup, he shook his head vigorously: "No, I don't want to wake up, you will die if you wake up. Only in your dreams can you see you. Qin Molin, don't drive me away, and stay with me again, do you know, I miss you so much?"

As if he was afraid that Qin Molin would run away, Feng Xingying stretched out his arms and hugged Qin Molin's waist from behind.

Qin Molin trembled all over. How long has it been since he had not been so close to her.

He is also a normal man, enduring for thousands of years just to not betray their feelings.

How could Feng Xingying not react when he hugged him like this?

He missed her, both in the mind and in the body.

Qin Molin turned around, hugged Feng Xingying in his arms lovingly, and gently wandered between her silk with her fingers:

"Xiaoying, don't be afraid, this is not a dream. I am by your side and I will never leave you. With me, you will do whatever you want. Is it okay?"

Feng Xingying raised his red eyes and looked at Qin Molin's familiar face obsessively but heartbrokenly:

"Qin Molin, you are not dead. It's so great. I thought you were dead.

It turned out to be a dream. Didn’t you say you want to have a baby with me? Let’s have a baby now, okay?”
Chapter completed!