Little guy, she wants to see how long he can pretend!
Facing Feng Jiuyan's gaze, Yan Ci felt a little guilty. After looking away, he cleared his throat and changed the subject, "Ahem, I'm a little thirsty and want to drink some water."
"Water, the water is here." Madam Feng grabbed a water bag, pulled out the wooden cork, and handed it to Yan Ci.
"Thank you, ma'am." After Yan Ci took the water bag, he slightly raised his head and drank a few sips of water slowly.
When Yan Ci raised his head and started drinking water, the action of swallowing water caused his Adam's apple to slide up and down rhythmically, which looked quite sexy.
Feng Jiuyan's gaze was fixed on him, and he narrowed his eyes slightly, appreciating the scene carefully.
Her thoughts began to drift, and she couldn't help falling into endless reverie. She secretly thought, if Yan Ci could restore his original handsome appearance at this moment, what a stunning scene it would be.
Those delicate facial features, that charming temperament, and the sexiness shown when her Adam's apple moves at this moment, are simply a feast for the eyes and make people salivate.
"Tsk tsk tsk tsk..." Feng Jiuyan sighed. She clasped her hands in front of her chest, shook her head slightly, then smacked her lips, an expression of regret on her face.
As for Yan Ci, after drinking a few sips of the water in the water bag, he was surprised to find that the water was so sweet and refreshing. The wonderful taste made him drink several more sips involuntarily.
What surprised him even more was that after drinking the water, he clearly felt that his mental state had improved a lot, and the strength he had lost was slowly recovering.
He stared at the water in the bag suspiciously. Could it be that the water in the bag had the effect?
As soon as this thought came to his mind, he immediately rejected it.
He sneered and thought, how could there be such magical water in the world? Feng Jiuyan's family was not some kind of immortal being sent down to earth, so how could such a magical thing happen?
Maybe it was just his own illusion, or maybe it was some other reason. He shook his head and stopped thinking about it.
Yan Ci returned the water bag to Madam Feng, his lips curled slightly, with gratitude in his eyes, "Thank you, Madam Feng."
"Haha, Master Yan, you don't have to be polite. It's my turn to do this. By the way, you must be hungry now, right? The sweet potato porridge we cooked this morning is still warm. You should have a bowl to fill your stomach."
As she spoke, Madam Feng handed over a bowl of warm sweet potato porridge.
My daughter put the sweet potato porridge in a thermos bucket. Even after an hour or two, the porridge was still warm. It was truly magical.
Yan Cigang slowly stretched out his hand, wanting to take the bowl of porridge. However, just as his hand was about to touch the bowl, he accidentally touched the wound on his back that had not yet fully healed.
"Hiss——" He couldn't help but take a breath, his brows were tightly furrowed, and a painful expression appeared on his face.
"Let me feed you." Feng Jiuyan's voice sounded softly, and she naturally took the bowl of porridge from Madam Feng. Her slender and white fingers tightly grasped the wooden spoon, and her movements were light and graceful.
She gently stirred the sweet potato porridge in the bowl with a spoon. The porridge rippled slightly under the stirring of the spoon and emitted bursts of fragrance.
She carefully scooped up a spoonful of porridge with a spoon, and then slowly brought the spoon close to Yan Ci's lips.
At this time, the tips of Yan Ci's ears began to feel a little hot and turned a light pink, as if they were gently touched by something.
"Um, Miss Feng, let me do it myself." Yan Ci said a little embarrassedly, with a hint of shyness and embarrassment in his voice.
It's embarrassing to be fed porridge by a girl.
Moreover, Yan Ci glanced at Madam Feng and Feng Jiuli and swallowed his saliva. It was really embarrassing to be fed porridge in front of the girl's brother and mother.
Feng Jiuyan saw Yan Ci's embarrassment and noticed his pink ear tips, and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. Oh, I didn't expect him to be such a pure man!
Haha, interesting, really interesting!
"Stop it. Open your mouth." Feng Jiuyan's tone was filled with unquestionable firmness. That voice seemed to have a kind of magic that made people unable to refuse.
However, Yan Ci turned his face away, trying to avoid the spoon that was about to be handed to his mouth. He said in a compromise: "I, I'm really not hungry." When he said this, his eyes were a little evasive, as if he was hiding something.
At this moment, a crisp sound of "Guji——" rang out in the carriage, breaking the original silence. Everyone's eyes were focused on Yan Ci, and a blush instantly appeared on his face, and he was very embarrassed.
Madam Feng and Feng Jiuli smiled at each other, both with kind smiles on their faces. Madam Feng said gently, "Master Yan, don't refuse. Eat quickly. Don't starve yourself."
Feng Jiuli also echoed, "Yes, Brother Yanci, the sweet potato porridge is delicious, sweet and soft, please eat it quickly. We will feel bad if you are hungry like this."
Yan Ci had no choice but to open his mouth and swallow the sweet potato porridge that Feng Jiuyan scooped up.
"Hey, isn't that right? Mr. Yan, eat more and you will get better faster." Madam Feng showed a relieved smile on her face.
"Thank you, ma'am." Yan Ci said with a smile on his face.
"You're welcome. Just drink your porridge." Madam Feng waved her hand quickly.
From then on, she sat quietly by the window like a statue, looking outside with focused eyes, with a hint of expectation between her brows, as if she was eagerly waiting for someone to come.
Yan Ci glanced at him inadvertently, then slowly lowered his eyes, a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes. At the same time, he silently drank the porridge handed to him by Feng Jiuyan, thinking carefully in his heart.
After finishing a bowl of porridge, Yan Ci finally felt like he was alive again. He regained some of his lost strength and felt more energetic.
"Come, let me change the medicine on your wound." Feng Jiuyan said, and slowly took out a small wooden medicine box from the side.
This small wooden medicine box has always been carefully placed in the carriage. It is like a small medical treasure house, with all kinds of medicines for common diseases such as wound medicine and fever-reducing pills.
The existence of these drugs is to prevent any of them from accidentally getting injured or catching a cold. In this way, Feng Jiuyan can use these drugs to treat them in time without causing too much suspicion from others.
This time, Feng Jiuyan put a lot of thought into detoxifying and healing Yan Ci. She took out some medicines that were especially suitable for Yan Ci's injuries from her own space and carefully put them into the medicine box.
There were already medicines in the small medicine box, and no one noticed anything unusual even though she added some medicines into the medicine box from the space.
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