Cold King, the Doctor Fei Is Running Away

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Cultivating with Qin Molin, Feng Xingying not only has a more stable state of spiritual power, but even her power of stars has not been smooth.

Another day, 13-year-old Qin Molin.

The blueness on his face faded away a little more, and began to hang on to the coldness unique to Leng Wang.

In the afternoon, Qin Molin ended his practice half an hour earlier.

"Where are you going?" Feng Xingying asked.

He froze and did not answer.

Very good, very Qin Molin.

Feng Xingying has long been used to this way of getting along with Qin Molin.

He didn't answer, she just followed.

When Feng Xingying saw Qin Molin condensed into the water with wooden spirits and went deep into the net, she knew that this guy remembered to make fish for her.

Qin Molin is probably a perfectionist.

For a whole net of fish, he picked them one by one. After picking them, he chose three that he thought were fat and thin and the most suitable size before turning back.

He didn't turn his head, but he seemed to have eyes behind him.

"Don't come back, do you want to feed the fish?"

This is obviously what Feng Xingying said.

Feng Xingying's lips evoked a smile, His Royal Highness did not seem so cold as expected.

At least he still cares if she keeps up.

Feng Xingying pursed his lips and obediently followed Qin Molin.

"What did you dream last night?"

"Actually, it's nothing, it's all boring stuff. Are you sure you want to listen?"

"Okay. You're willing to say I'll listen." Feng Xingying tilted his head playfully.

He slowed down in a good mood and talked to her about "dreams".

In fact, Qin Molin himself knew that the so-called "dream" was his reality, and now he is truly immersed in the dream.

"It doesn't seem to be bad, it's quite fulfilling. Why do you frown?"

"Why, you haven't appeared yet." Qin Molin was a little upset: "I know that I should have known you since I was young."

"Oh?" There was a helpless smile on Feng Xingying's lips: "Did you forget me?"

"No!" Qin Molin almost frowned, but soon returned cold.

He really grew up.

For the first time, he made fish, made fish soup, and was in a hurry, making something that was barely edible.

But in his imagination, helping Feng Xingying to eliminate fishbone can really be saved.

Because Qin Molin actually used the chicken soup method to make fish soup, the cooking time was so long that all the fish flew off the fishbone and melted in the soup.

Looking at the empty fishbone skeleton, Qin Molin was helpless.

Especially when he saw Feng Xingying sip soup, he said angrily:

"When I'm sixteen, I'll marry you."

"what?"

"That's it!" He shook his fist.

Feng Xingying found out that the teenager in front of her was already taller than her.

She didn't dare to answer, drank the soup obediently, for fear of irritating this guy, he would throw her down desperately.

"Is the fish soup delicious?" Qin Molin asked.

"Yes. It tastes great." Feng Xingying nodded.

"Then you should reward me." He approached her step by step, with a dangerous emotion in his eyes.

"Ah?" Feng Xingying was still confused.

He had caught her hand in his palm and held her, holding her: "Leave. Go to practice."

"Oh."

His hands were hotter because they touched her, like a hot water bottle. In the cool night breeze, she ironed her as warm as water.

Feng Xingying lowered his head, and let him take her hand and move forward together.

None of them spoke again.