Feng Xingying's numb expression and empty eyes stinged Qin Molin's heart. He was afraid that he would not be able to help it, so he tore her clothes apart and forced her to tear her clothes apart.

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

Qin Molin suppressed his anger and continued to fight against the stove, venting all the fire that Feng Xingying could not do on the stove.

Even though he had a bad cooking skills, Qin Molin finally prepared the bowl of porridge and brought it to Feng Xingying.

Feng Xingying said that she was not moved, it was fake.

She kept watching him fail again and again, and was stupid again and again.

This bowl of porridge is really harder than anything else for Qin Molin.

He has supreme strength, wealth and identity, but he can't make this bowl of porridge well.

When he brought the results of his heart to Feng Xingying, his eyes were full of expectations.

Who knew that Feng Xingying reached out.

Crack, the bowl is broken.

The bowl is broken and the porridge is still there.

Because he is Qin Molin.

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

Just as the porridge was overturned, Qin Molin had already 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.

Qin Molin became even more popular with this kind of ignorance.

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

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

Feng Xingying did not swallow, allowing the thick white porridge to slide off her lips and overflow.

The picture is weird.

Qin Molin is really popular this time.

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

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

Perhaps, her silence was saying: Come on, what else can you do except be as strong as a male dog?

He could only kiss her and panted, but he could not feed her the porridge.

Fortunately, with his disdain and tossing, some porridge will always slide into Feng Xingying's throat.

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

Her health is getting worse day by day.

Three days later, Qin Molin's cooking skills increased greatly. He could cook a bowl of porridge at least as quickly as possible, or even make soup.

Feng Xingying refused to eat, so he could only feed her soup, so that she could at least force her to drink a little.

During these three days, Feng Xingying was still talking nonsense from time to time. Qin Molin hugged her to sleep every night. She knew but did not resist and did not react numbly.

Because she is like a puppet, do whatever he wants.

Qin Molin suppressed Gu Jianwang and did not ask for her anymore, but just hugged her quietly.

She was obviously in his arms, but he felt that Feng Xingying was getting farther and farther away from him, and his heart became more and more confused. I am afraid that, really, I will completely lose him.

In three days, Feng Xingying had become thinner and became a person.

I have to say that the Creator is really partial. A beautiful woman like Feng Xingying is still so beautiful even if she is skinny and bone-skinned.

The beauty of Fengxingying before was evocative and enthusiastic, like a blooming flower, attracting attention and enviable.

Now, even though she is thin and withered, she has an indescribable beauty, touching the most sensitive softness of the heart, and is charming.

What made Qin Molin most excited was that Feng Xingying finally started to have fun and took the initiative to call his name!

But, she didn't call the word Qin Molin, but.

"His Royal Highness Leng."
Chapter completed!