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

When she woke up, she was already soaked in the hot spring in Qin Molin's space.

Seeing the familiar environment, Feng Xingying's heart finally calmed down.

It turns out that he is in his own space.

Especially when you smell the familiar fragrance, Feng Xingying was inexplicably in a good mood.

The smoke from the cooking stove and the aroma of the porridge rice should be Qin Molin making porridge?

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

Feng Xingying curled a warm smile at the corner of her lips, got up and left the hot spring, ran dry the black wet length, letting them spread on her shoulders, and then walked towards the main house.

It's getting closer.

Just as she arrived at the familiar gate, Feng Xingying suddenly felt nervous. Did she dare not open the door at this time?

In the worst case, he just ate it all away.

Does he need this every time he advances?

If this is true, she would not resist, and who would make her like him too.

Feng Xingying's face turned red, and he pushed open the door.

But at this moment, Feng Xingying's face completely became rigid and he stared blankly at the person who was making porridge.

He also turned his head, his eyes as clear as water.

She stared at him blankly.

He glanced at her helplessly.

"Sister, are you feeling hungry? I made porridge for you." A tender voice came out of the mouth of the boy in front of you.

Feng Xingying came back to her senses.

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

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

It’s not that Feng Xingying lost her composure, but the picture in front of her is too weird.

His breath, his appearance, and his voice are all Qin Molin, but his height is only as tall as Qin Molin, and his face is full of tenderness.

The busy person next to the stove is really just a **-year-old child.

Moreover, he whispered his sister, obviously no longer recognized Feng Xingying.

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

But looking at the young man's disgusting look, he obviously thought Feng Xingying was stupid.

Feng Xingying was also drunk.

When the porridge was out of the pot, Feng Xingying wanted to help, but was hit with another disgusting look.

"Don't move, I'll bring it over, so as not to be so stupid and overturn the food I've worked so hard."

"Oh." Feng Xingying obediently returned to the table and finished it, staring at Qin Molin with his eyes tightly.

Now Qin Molin has not changed much except for his teenage body shape, but his facial features are still breathtakingly beautiful. His delicate facial features and angular outlines show that he is a beautiful boy at first glance.

But his face now has a few traces of baby fat that is unique to young people, and there is a hint of cuteness in addition to his handsomeness.

He was obviously a cute and beautiful boy, and he had to pretend to be mature with a stern face. Feng Xingying couldn't help but want to laugh.

Especially when Qin Molin brought Feng Xingying a bowl of porridge in front of her, Feng Xingying couldn't help it for a moment, and reached out to his round cheek and poked it gently.

Qin Molin clicked like a foul, quickly retreated, staring at Feng Xingying vigilantly.
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