Chapter 743: Qin Molin's Experience 8: Making a Glass of Wine

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Three days later, Qin Molin has recovered to a sixteen-year-old figure and memory.
His strength was so strong that it made her palpitate.
Although he still has a young man's incomprehension on his body, his facial features are completely open, and his handsome cheeks and perfect body make him confident.
Qin Molin is used to holding Feng Xingying's hand every day.
He couldn't find any excuses, just holding her habitually.
Feng Xingying also did not resist, leaving him alone.
Just this evening, there was an extra jug and two wine glasses.
"I'm sixteen today," he said.
"Well, congratulations," Feng Xingying replied vaguely.
Qin Molin's cooking progress is not small, Feng Xingying eats with interest.
He poured two glasses of translucent wine into two translucent wine glasses made of purple spirits.
He handed a wine glass to Feng Xingying. Feng Xingying took the wine glass. The scent of the wine made her feel refreshed. He took the wine glass to his mouth and dried it.
"You, you, you." Qin Molin stared at Feng Xingying's hand, a little anxious.
"How?" Feng Xingying looked up in surprise, she had a good drink, and such a glass was not a problem at all, and she handed the glass to Qin Molin happily:
"Continued Cup."
Qin Molin angrily poured another cup for her.
Feng Xingying went to get the wine glass, but he held it down.
Feng Xingying felt that Qin Molin was particularly different today. She raised her eyes to see his eyes full of love and owe, and then she realized after a bit of hindsight that he shouldn't want to borrow wine. ?
"You are still young and can't drink." Feng Xingying said so.
"Who says I'm young. I'm one year older than you!" Qin Molin was really angry. He hated Feng Xingying always and said that he was young. He had clearly worked hard to grow up.
Even for a year and a year, he still felt too slow.
He could not wait to think of her right away and marry her right away.
"I'm sixteen years old, we can get married." He handed his wine glass to Feng Xingying's lips, while holding the other hand with Feng Xingying's hand, taking her where she drank, she took her wine Drink up.
Feng Xingying also did not expect that under such circumstances, he would drink a glass of wine with people, and was 16-year-old Qin Molin.
Feng Xingying's face unconsciously climbed up a layer of blush, I do not know whether it is wine, or ashamed.
He couldn't help but look a little crazy.
He couldn't control his emotions any more, and took her into his arms with arrogance.
"What do you do?" Feng Xingying was a little stunned.
He had already taken a sip of wine, and pry open her lips and teeth, letting the wine flow down her lips and into her mouth.
Between her lips and teeth, the fragrance of peach wine is intoxicating.
He couldn't help rubbing lightly, his chest was burning, and his heart was burning.
His lips, from astringent to proficient, with some memories, swept him over as if he saw her and suddenly remembered it.
He touched her, and the string in his memory had broken.
His kiss was and spread in her mouth.
Feng Xingying also felt Qin Molin's abnormality, and she wanted to push him away.
But his eyes had become half blood red and half pure black. He stared at her quietly, with a strong friendship that could not be turned away.
Feng Xingying's heart softened inexplicably.
She looked at him quietly, looking at her face, constantly twisting, from astringent to mature.
Feng Xingying guessed something, she hugged his numb body tightly.
"Qin Molin, you lunatic!"