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Three days later, Qin Molin had recovered to his sixteen-year-old body shape and memory.

His strength was so strong that it made her feel palpitations.

Although he still has the youthful and ignorant nature of a young man, his facial features have completely grown. His handsome cheeks and perfect figure make him full of confidence.

Qin Molin was used to holding Feng Xingying's hand every day.

He could no longer find any excuses, but just habitually held her roguely.

Feng Xingying did not resist, and let him lead him.

But on that evening, there was a pot of wine and two wine glasses.

"I'm sixteen today," he said.

"Yes, congratulations." Feng Xingying answered in ambiguously.

Qin Molin's cooking skills have made great progress, and Feng Xingying has eaten with relish.

But he poured a glass of clear and transparent wine into two translucent wine glasses made of purple spirit crystals.

He handed a wine glass to Feng Xingying, and Feng Xingying took it. The fragrant smell made her feel relaxed and happy. She handed the wine glass to her mouth and fucked it in one mouthful.

"You, you, you." Qin Molin stared at Feng Xingying's hand, a little angry.

"What?" Feng Xingying raised her eyes in surprise. She had a good alcohol tolerance, and such a glass was no problem at all. She was so happy that she handed the wine glass to Qin Molin:

"One more drink."

Qin Molin poured her another cup angrily.

Feng Xingying went to get the wine glass again, but he held it down.

Feng Xingying then felt that Qin Molin was particularly different today. She raised her eyes to see his love-loss eyes, and then she realized that he was thinking about drinking *****?

"You are still young and can't drink." Feng Xingying said.

"Who said I was young? I was one year older than you!" Qin Molin was really angry. He hated Feng Xingying the most and always said that he was young. He was obviously working hard to grow up.

Even a day and a year, he still felt it was too slow.

He wished he could think of her immediately and marry her immediately.

"I'm sixteen years old, we can get married." He handed his wine glass to Feng Xingying's lips, but with the other hand, he held Feng Xingying's hand, and drank her wine at the place where she had drunk.

Feng Xingying didn't expect that he would have a drink of wine with someone under such circumstances, and he was the 16-year-old Qin Molin.

Feng Xingying's face unconsciously crawled a layer of blush, not knowing whether it was wine or blushing.

He couldn't help but look a little confused.

He could no longer control his emotions and took her into his arms domineeringly.

"What are you doing?" Feng Xingying was a little confused.

But he had already taken a sip of wine and pried open her lips and teeth greenly, allowing the wine to flow into his mouth along her lips.

Between her lips and teeth, the fragrance of peach blossom wine is fascinating and intoxicating.

He couldn't help but rub it gently, his chest was hot, and his heart became stronger and stronger.

His lips, from green to skill, had some memories swept over him, as if he suddenly remembered him when he saw her.

When he touched her, the string in his memory had already broken.

His kiss was filled with a slight smell of blood, spreading in her mouth.

Feng Xingying also felt Qin Molin's abnormality, and she wanted to push him away.

But his eyes had turned half blood red and half pure black. He stared at her quietly, with a friendship that was so strong that it could not be dissolved.

Feng Xingying's heart was inexplicably soft.

She looked at him quietly, looking at her face, constantly twisting, from immature to mature.

Feng Xingying guessed something, and she hugged his already numb body tightly.

"Qin Molin, you crazy!"
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