Uncontrollably, he punched Lin Qinyi on the head, knocking Lin Qinyi unconscious.

Feng Song:......

Lin Qinyi's pupils dilated, his body hung on Feng Song, and he fainted.

Feng Song felt that the area on her neck where Lin Qinyi had touched her still felt a faint numbness, and half of her body seemed to be going limp. She sighed and dragged Lin Qinyi to the bed in the room.

"It's really terrible to have such a son."

Although the other sons were a little perverted, they were not in such close contact with her. Lin Qinyi was different. He was still clinging to his father like an unweaned child.

Feng Song thought, and pulled the quilt with one hand to cover Lin Qinyi. She checked Lin Qinyi's breathing. According to experience, Lin Qinyi would wake up in about ten minutes. At this time, she went downstairs to talk.

Don't let other people in the family worry about the situation.

Just as Feng Song was about to leave, Lin Qinyi, who was unconscious, suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Feng Song's wrist forcefully.

For a moment, Feng Song thought that he had faked the corpse.

Lin Qinyi's eyelashes trembled slightly, like fragile dead leaf butterflies, and his pale face frowned, as if he had fallen into a terrible nightmare.

Feng Song knocked Lin Qinyi unconscious, but Lin Qinyi looked like he was just having a nightmare.

Guaguai, this was the first time Feng Song had seen this situation. She couldn't help but sit on the edge of the bed and looked down at Lin Qinyi.

"Are you awake?"

Lin Qinyi didn't say anything, but held Feng Song's wrist tightly and didn't let go.

Feng Song spoke louder again, "Lin Qinyi, Lin Qinyi?"

Lin Qinyi didn't react at all. His thinking was obviously not online. Catching Feng Song was just his subconscious behavior. It could also be seen that he had been "fighting" against the coma, and his eyelashes were constantly trembling.

But it was almost impossible to wake up from a coma. Lin Qinyi did not open his eyes.

Feng Song felt Lin Qinyi's heart that relied on her.

It's strange that Lin Qinyi is the one who sees her the least, but is the one who relies on her the most and is the most attached to her. Feng Song loses himself in Lin Qinyi's "Daddy".

Lin Qinyi felt as if he had had another nightmare.

He dreamed that his thoughts were constantly falling, and he fell into a terrifying space full of eyes. Countless pairs of deformed eyes in this place were staring at him. These monsters wanted to keep him here...

No, it can't be.

He wanted to escape, to wake up from this terrible dream.

But there was darkness all around, and he was like a drowning man falling into the sea. He had difficulty breathing, his ears were full of buzzing, and his eyes and ears were filled with noise. He felt his thoughts slowly dissipating in the chaos.

Until then, a familiar voice came into his ears——

"Son, I am your father, please smile, good son."

It was like a beam of light in the darkness. Those things that made him feel disgusted and disgusting were so afraid of this beam of light. The darkness just dissipated and he was fished out of the darkness.

"I……"

The room was still dark, but it was no longer cold around him. Lin Qinyi turned his head with difficulty and saw the person he thought about day and night sitting beside the bed. Feng Song's facial features were so clear. After seeing him, Lin Qinyi

There is no room for other colors in Qin Yi's world.

Feng Song keenly noticed that Lin Qinyi was awake. She stopped calling her "son" and naturally put her hand on Lin Qinyi's head and touched it.

"Are you awake? Are you okay? Dad didn't mean it just now. Dad did it on purpose."

Lin Qinyi's head is still a little dizzy, but it doesn't matter -

Lin Qinyi raised his hand and grabbed Feng Song's wrist. Feeling all this, he couldn't help but smile.

"very nice."

Feng Song didn't understand, "Huh?"

Lin Qinyi smiled and said, "That's great. It's great that you didn't leave."

Lin Qinyi's dependence on Feng Song was simply obvious, and Feng Song couldn't bear to hurt her son. She sat by the bed and whispered.

"Don't worry, dad won't leave."

"You lied!"

When Lin Qinyi heard this sentence, he suddenly became excited. He raised his head and struggled to capture Feng Song's face in the not-so-bright light. That familiar face still had that familiar insouciance.

Feng Song is still cynical. Feng Song has said so many things that he may not even remember them.

Lin Qinyi thought, put his head down again, and leaned quietly on the pillow.

"I don't believe it unless you hug me."

Lin Qinyi is really like a child.

Feng Song thought dumbfounded that Lin Chen was not as coquettish and clingy as Lin Qinyi.

Thinking of this, Feng Song bent down and put his hand on Lin Qinyi's head, "Be good, daddy won't lie to you, daddy is here. At most, daddy has nothing to do to buy you an orange."

As Feng Song muttered, Lin Qinyi's hand suddenly pressed on the back of her head.

"not enough……"

Lin Qinyi whispered, and he repeated it again, "Not enough, it's not a hug like this."

Feng Song realized that this boy had too many demands, but she had always been doting on her son, so Feng Song smiled and asked, "What kind of hug is that-"

Lin Qinyi didn't know where the strength came from and suddenly stood up. He put his arms around Feng Song's waist and turned around to press Feng Song on the bed.

Lin Qinyi's breathing was heavy and he was panting slightly after not doing any "vigorous exercise" for a long time, and his hard chest pressed tightly against Feng Song's soft body. He vaguely felt something strange...

Why do I feel Feng Song’s chest——

Feng Song was completely confused.

"Are you sure this is a hug?"

Lin Qinyi is not a normal person, so his thoughts are different from those of ordinary people. Can pressing her into a meat pie be called a hug?

As mentioned in Dangdad 108, children lack a sense of security, so they may need more close contact.

Is this considered normal intimate contact with children?

It was the first time Feng Song's father encountered this situation. The new father was a little at a loss for a while. Lin Qinyi didn't speak. He was the only one in the darkness who was breathing heavily as if he was suppressing something.

Feng Song became worried.

"Are you okay? If you're not in good health, don't do such difficult movements. If you want this kind of hug, then I'll hold you down as well."

Lin Qinyi's throat felt tight.

He thanked himself for pulling the curtains, thanked the darkness here, and thanked everything now. His Adam's apple rolled up and down uneasily. In less than ten seconds after the "posting" of the song of the breeze, Lin Qinyi helplessly held up

Body.

md, reacted at this time.

Lin Qinyi tried hard to adjust his breathing, but Feng Song was still concerned about his body.

"Son, are you okay?"

Lin Qinyi felt that his back teeth were itching. He wanted to do something, but he couldn't defeat Feng Song now. If the other party discovered his intention, his life would probably be in danger.

What to do?

Be a son!

Lin Qinyi breathed out gently, and his ethereal voice seemed to come from far away.

"It's okay, I'm almost fine. Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

He feels so uncomfortable...

It was as if a volcano was about to erupt, with years of suppressed desires that even he himself could not control.

Feng Song is not uncomfortable.

"It's okay, your weight is nothing. When I practice martial arts, I have to lift the jack. By the way, son, do you want to have some fun?"

Lin Qinyi's mind was confused. He pulled open his collar with one hand and felt his breathing become hot. Every word Feng Song said seemed to touch his sensitive nerves, which made Lin Qinyi reply subconsciously.

"What's so fun?"

He just wants to play something that is not suitable for children.

Feng Song sat up immediately, "That's right, it's fun! Wait until I take off my shoes."

There was a buzz in Lin Qinyi's head. He felt his hands trembling. The whole world seemed to be trembling with Feng Song's words. This world had become glorious because of Feng Song. Feng Song was his whole world.

…

Lin Qinyi's voice trembled.

"No, don't..."

He can't stand it...

Feng Song said generously, "It's okay, it's really fun! Master wouldn't let me play when I was a kid. This is at the bottom of the mountain and Master can't control it. I can finally play!"
To be continued...