Feng Xingying couldn't help but poke Qin Molin's cheeks.

Who knew that the young Qin Molin knew the routine: "You have a skin-friendship with me, so you must be my wife!"

"Why?"

Feng Xingying was completely disgusted. What was wrong?

She obviously wanted to tease the boy, but why did she become teased?

Life is nothing more than teasing or being teased by the opposite.

Feng Xingwang couldn't help laughing, and nodded seriously:

"This is called skin kiss? Then let me ask you, did you put me in the pool yesterday?"

"Yes, it's a hot spring, not a pool." Qin Molin corrected seriously.

"You took off my clothes?"

"Um."

"Oh, then you have long been kissing me, you should be responsible for me." Feng Xingying nodded.

"But I have my eyes closed." Qin Molin stopped.

"Anyway, you have to take my clothes off, you have to be responsible."

"Then we will have a church now."

"No, I won't play house with children. You will marry me when you are sixteen."

"Okay, one word is certain." Qin Molin did not change the red decoration of the cottage and walked away with a step.

Feng Xingying followed her silently.

When he arrived at the wide backyard, Qin Molin was about to practice, he spoke, "This is the place where I practice martial arts. I don't allow anyone to get close to you. Since you are my child bride, I will reluctantly let you see it."

"Well, you have to hurry up. I'm still waiting for you to make tomorrow's lunch."

"Okay, women are really troublesome." Qin Molin muttered in disgust and began to enter the state of cultivation.

Feng Xingying also entered the state of cultivation at the same time.

Although he had no skin to her, he was in the same world and the same heart and spiritual power unconsciously pulled each other.

Especially when the stars are dense at night, a rotating star stone floats above their heads, and the breath on the star stones pulls each other.

After one night, Feng Xingying felt that Qin Molin seemed to have grown much taller than the day before.

Could it be, one day and one year?

Qin Molin's life is very boring. He doesn't sleep or rest, and he spends almost twelve hours a day to practice.

Only in the evening would he look at Feng Xingying with disgust, and then consciously go back to their red courtyard to cook.

His cooking skills are limited to making porridge and stewing soup, and nothing else is possible.

But Qin Molin is the kind of person who can quickly master it once he learns it.

At least the soup stewed by Qin Molin was almost at the level of Yunxiang.

Three days later.

Qin Molin is almost as tall as Feng Xingying and looks more handsome.

Feng Xingying calculated that he should be twelve years old now.

Feng Xingying himself is actually less than sixteen years old.

Of course, after three days, they are already acquaintances.

Feng Xingying sat next to the stove to help him add firewood, and asked curiously:

"Are you all the same person when you grow up so old?"

"Yes." Qin Molin is no longer so repulsive to Feng Xingying.

"Then won't you feel lonely and don't miss your parents?"

"I don't have parents." Qin Molin shook his head: "My world is only myself. What I want can only be achieved by myself.

I don't need anyone to accompany me."

"Is that so? Then I'll leave first." Feng Xingying was about to leave.

Qin Molin grabbed her wrist.

In his eyes, there was a kind of loneliness that hurts people's hearts.
Chapter completed!