Feng Jiuyan lowered her eyes and concentrated on stirring the soup in the bowl gently with a spoon. Her movements were gentle and delicate, just to make the soup cool down faster.
Yan Ci stared at her quietly, his eyes fixed on her little face as white as jade.
Her long, thick eyelashes were like two delicate little brushes, trembling slightly in front of his eyes, as if brushing across his heart inadvertently.
At this moment, his heart was filled with a strong throbbing, an indescribable emotion that caused ripples in his heart and could not calm down for a long time. He felt as if he was attracted by an invisible force and could not take his eyes off her.
Feng Jiuyan felt a burning gaze on her face. She always prided herself on being thick-skinned, but at this moment, the tips of her ears couldn't help but feel hot.
She suppressed her shyness, raised her eyes, and quickly scooped a spoonful of soup and handed it to Yan Ci's mouth.
As for Yan Ci, his eyes were completely focused on Feng Jiuyan. He was completely immersed in his gaze on her and completely forgot everything else. So when the spoonful of soup was handed to him, he almost subconsciously opened his mouth and took the soup into his mouth.
However, at this moment, his brows were tightly furrowed, and his face became somewhat hideous because of pain.
When Feng Jiuyan saw the sudden expression of pain on his face, her heart tightened and she instantly understood the reason.
It turned out that the soup was too hot. She looked at Yan Ci anxiously, reached into her arms, and fumbled for a handkerchief. She quickly put the handkerchief to Yan Ci's mouth and said anxiously, "Quick, spit out the soup."
But Yan Ci waved his hands repeatedly. Although his brows were still furrowed and his expression was still somewhat painful, he quickly swallowed the soup in his mouth.
"hiss--"
Yan Ci couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. He felt as if his mouth was burned by flames, and there was an intense burning sensation.
"Come, drink some cold water." Feng Jiuyan hurriedly handed him a water bag filled with spiritual spring water, which could relieve the burning sensation in his mouth.
Yan Ci quickly took the water bag, anxiously pulled out the wooden cork, and then put the water bag to his mouth and took a big sip of cold water. The sweet cold water entered his mouth and gently slid down his throat, instantly relieving the burning discomfort.
He greedily drank several more mouthfuls, as if only this could completely eliminate the uncomfortable feeling.
With the nourishment of cold water, Yan Ci's brows gradually relaxed and the pain on his face gradually faded.
"Thank you, Miss Feng." He looked at Feng Jiuyan gratefully, with an indescribable warmth surging in his heart.
Hearing Yan Ci thanking her, Feng Jiuyan's face flushed slightly and she seemed a little embarrassed.
"Haha, you're too polite. If I hadn't paid too much attention to the temperature of the mutton soup, you wouldn't have been scalded. I should be the one apologizing to you."
"It's also my own fault that I didn't notice that the soup was still hot. It has nothing to do with Miss Feng." A trace of embarrassment flashed in Yan Ci's eyes.
If he hadn't been so focused on looking at Feng Jiuyan, he wouldn't have been burned.
He lowered his eyes and glanced at Feng Jiuyan quickly. At this time, his eyes were attracted by the handkerchief in Feng Jiuyan's hand.
Yan Ci pointed at the handkerchief in Feng Jiuyan's hand and said shyly, "Can I borrow your handkerchief? Some water splashed on my clothes."
Feng Jiuyan glanced at his clothes, a little confused. She seemed not to have seen the water splashing out just now?
However, she didn't think too much about it and handed the handkerchief in her hand to Yan Ci.
Yan Ci took it naturally and wiped a spot on his clothes with the handkerchief in a serious manner.
The clothes being splashed with water were fake, but wanting to see her handkerchief was real.
After casually wiping his clothes, Yan Ci unfolded the handkerchief and pretended to fold it.
There was a cute little yellow duck embroidered on the handkerchief!
"Cough, cough, cough~" He pinched the handkerchief and pretended to cough, taking the opportunity to put the handkerchief close to his nose.
Instantly, a clearly audible fragrance came from the tip of the nose.
This smell is more distinct and audible than the smell of Feng Jiuli's handkerchief just now.
This was exactly the same as the handkerchief he picked up from the monkey-faced girl, both in terms of pattern, embroidery, and fragrance!
He never admitted his mistake!
A dark light flashed in Yan Ci's eyes, and he asked casually, "Miss Feng, the little yellow duck on your handkerchief is very unique. I heard from A Li that you embroidered it yourself."
Feng Jiuyan was secretly shocked.
Why is he asking this?
She remembered that she had dropped a handkerchief in the Black Wind Village. At that time, she was fighting with Yan Ci, who was wearing black clothes and wearing a mask. She was in a hurry to get rid of him, so she dropped the handkerchief she was using to cover her nose without noticing.
Could it be that it was picked up by Yan Ci?
If he really picked it up, then is he testing her now?
Feng Jiuyan's mind worked very quickly, and she immediately thought of the amazing part. She calmed down and slowly smiled, "Haha, it was indeed embroidered by me. Such a poor embroidery is really not presentable."
"Haha, how could that be? I really like the little yellow duck embroidered by Miss Feng. It looks somewhat familiar to me." Yan Ci replied with a wry smile.
This sentence not only made it clear that he had recognized Feng Jiuyan's other identity, but also revealed his own identity.
He had indeed recognized her!
But...he didn't know that Feng Jiuyan had also recognized his other identity.
In this case, Feng Jiuyan might as well reveal his identity directly. She wanted to see what he wanted to do!
She raised her eyebrows slightly, staring at Yan Ci with a sly smile on her lips, "Oh? Is that really the case? Why does the wound on Master Yan's chest look so familiar to me? I wonder when Master Yan got injured, and who bandaged it for you? Fu Shijian!"
After saying that, Feng Jiuyan deliberately emphasized the three words "Fu Shijian".
As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Ci's eyes flickered and a look of surprise appeared on his face for a moment, but then he changed his mind and felt that all this was reasonable.
After all, the little girl in front of him was so smart that it was only a matter of time before she could guess his identity.
Yan Ci raised the corners of his mouth, clasped his hands together, bowed slightly towards Feng Jiuyan, and said with a smile: "Hehehe, Miss Monkey Face, nice to meet you, nice to meet you!"
Feng Jiuyan was not to be outdone. She clasped her hands together and bowed to Yan Ci. A cold smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she responded, "Same here!"
At this moment, their eyes met in the air, and they looked at each other with fake smiles, and a silent contest began -
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