Chapter 363: Farewell 1

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"Ah……"
Feng Xingying laughed out loud: "This kind of excuse to deceive a three-year-old kid, don't take it out to shame. I have no obligation to help you, I leave first, if you want to convince him, it is best to tell the truth.
Feng Xingying turned and left.
The man's face was radiant.
Although Feng Xingying said that he would not help him, he mentioned the most important point.
Next, he knew what to do.
...
Feng Xingying returned to the Royal Academy, sat down in his courtyard, sipped chopsticks for the long-lost Ruta food, and welcomed someone.
"Are you going?" Feng Xingying had already guessed that he would leave.
He wasn't as cold as those people thought.
"Um." Qin Molin said restlessly, staring at Feng Xingying's bright lip color, and the atmosphere turned out to be strangely hot.
He obviously didn't come ... how to see her would make him inexplicably unable to control himself.
"Send it?" Feng Xingying's eyebrows were bent, and the smile on his lips was overflowing.
"Yes." He nodded. "Better to send me home."
Feng Xingying gave him a big white eye: "Well, don't give it away."
Feng Xingying has a self-knowledge. Her newly advanced master is not as good as any of the guards in Qin Molin's family, such as Qin Shiyi, even the servant who knelt and begged at the feet of Qin Molin.
Is her ability to make him a burden? Or go blind?
Feng Xingying was so angry that she couldn't bear it.
He gave her a deep look, without her explanation, he already understood.
It's as if she was what he used to be, and her thoughts and pride are all he has experienced.
A gust of wind blew through and a crimson fell.
A few tender petals fell on Feng Xingying's bun, which made the dust of her long, dark hair beautiful.
He looked at her, and wanted to engrave her at the moment.
Feng Xingying pursed her lips without a smile on her face. She just looked at him, forcibly suppressing the little emotion in her heart.
Qin Molin could no longer control his heart, he reached out his hand arrogantly, and dragged her into his arms.
Her little head smashed into his chin, but he didn't feel pain, just felt a kind of irritability.
He suppressed the fiery heart as much as possible, holding her face as gently as possible.
His pupils were dark and deep, as if they could penetrate people's hearts.
Feng Xingying forgot to escape, so quietly, looking at the man in front of him.
His face was so familiar tomorrow morning, but every time he looked at it, he would still be amazed. Under his thick black eyebrows, the eyelashes are like two small fans. They are just there quietly, but they can move people's hearts.
His pupils were dark and deep, and if the stars contained everything, people could not help falling into it.
His sharp-edged cheeks, like the beautiful jade carved by a knife, are delicate and moist, especially those thin lips, exuding seductive heat, tempting people to approach and pick.
Feng Xingying is obviously a person with high self-control, but he is inevitably seduced by this, his body twisted lightly.
Every inch of her change, from the look to the temperature, to the smudge of redness that creeped up on her cheek, he could clearly feel it.
Qin Molin is satisfied with the charm of Feng Xingying.
He whispered in her ear: "Are you satisfied?"
"What?" Feng Xingying turned his face awkwardly.
"My King said, you must see, you don't need to peek." He whispered in her ear, his voice soft and deep, with a hint of depression.