Chapter 650: Captivity 8: Withering

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Feng Xingying's numb expression and empty eyes stabbed Qin Molin's heart. He was afraid that he couldn't help but tore her clothes.
She is still sick and can't stand the trouble.
Qin Molin depressed his anger and continued to fight with the stovetop, venting all the fires that Feng Xingying could not ignite on the stovetop.
Even if the culinary skills were almost, Qin Molin finally made the bowl of porridge and brought it to Feng Xingying.
Feng Xingying said it was not touched, it was fake.
She kept silently watching him fail again and again, and stupid again and again.
This bowl of porridge is really harder for Qin Molin than anything else.
He has supreme strength, wealth, and identity, but he can't make this porridge alone.
When he passed Feng Xingying's full results to his eyes, his eyes were full of expectations.
Who knew Feng Xingying reached out.
The bowl is broken.
The bowl is broken and the porridge is still there.
Because he is Qin Molin.
He has terrible multiple attributes, one of which is ice.
At the same time that the porridge was overturned, Qin Molin had 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.
For this disregard, Qin Molin is even more angry.
He twisted Feng Xingying's head roughly, squeezed her chin, and kissed it fiercely.
The thick porridge was fed into Feng Xingying's mouth from his mouth.
Feng Xingying did not swallow, leaving the thick porridge to slip and spill from her lips.
The picture is weird.
Qin Molin was really angry this time.
"Open your mouth, if you refuse to eat, I will continue to ask you." He ordered coldly, and then carefully took a bite of porridge again and fed Feng Xingying.
However, Fengxing Ying, like he can't hear anything, is still the same, like a puppet, no matter how he makes it, he doesn't respond.
Perhaps her silence was saying: You come, what else can you do besides being as strong as a male dog?
He could only kiss her out of breath, but couldn't feed her porridge.
Fortunately, under his disdain, some porridge will always slide into Feng Xingying's throat.
But if she doesn't cooperate, her situation will only get worse.
Her body is getting worse every day.
Three days later, Qin Molin's cooking skills rose sharply, and at least he could cook a bowl of porridge in the fastest time, and even cook soup.
Feng Xingying refused to start eating. He could only feed her soup, so that she could force her to drink a bit.
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 she did not respond numbly.
Because she is like a puppet, whatever he wants.
Qin Molin suppressed his Gu Guwang and didn't ask her any more, just hugged her quietly.
She was clearly in his arms, but he felt that Feng Xingying was getting farther and farther away, and his heart was getting more and more chaotic, afraid, really, that he had completely lost him.
In three days, Feng Xingying had become thinner.
I have to say that the Creator is really eccentric. Even a beautiful woman like Feng Xingying is still so beautiful.
The beauty of Feng Xingying before was so enthusiastic and enthusiastic as a blooming flower that it was eye-catching and enviable.
Now, even though she is thin and withered, she has an indescribable beauty that touches people's most sensitive softness.
And the most exciting thing for Qin Molin was that Feng Xingying finally opened up and shouted his name!
However, she shouted not Qin Molin, but her words.
"His Royal Highness."