The house was confiscated at the beginning, so I evacuated my enemy's house to escape.

He's a boy, she wants to see how long he can keep pretending!

Yanci felt a little guilty when he saw Feng Jiuyan's gaze. After he looked away, he cleared his throat and changed the subject, "Ahem, cough, cough, I, I'm a little thirsty and want to drink water."

"Water, water is here." Mrs. Feng grabbed a water bag, pulled out the cork, and handed it to Yan Ci.

"Thank you, madam." After Yanci took the water bag, he raised his head slightly and took a few sips of water slowly.

When Yanci raised his head and started drinking water, his movement of swallowing water caused his Adam's apple to slide up and down rhythmically, which looked quite sexy.

Feng Jiuyan's eyes fell firmly on him, squinting her eyes slightly and enjoying the scene carefully.

Her thoughts began to wander, and she couldn't help but fall into endless reverie. She secretly thought to herself, if Yan Ci at this moment could restore his original handsome appearance, what a stunning scene it would be.

Those exquisite facial features, that charming temperament, coupled with the sexiness shown when the Adam's apple slides at this moment, are simply beautiful and delicious, making people salivate.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." Feng Jiuyan sighed loudly. She held her hands in front of her chest, shook her head slightly, then smacked her lips, with a look of regret on her face.

As for Yanci, after drinking a few sips of water, he was surprised to find that the water was so sweet and refreshing. The wonderful taste made him involuntarily take several more sips.

What surprised him even more was that after drinking the water, he clearly felt that his mental state was much better, and the strength he had lost was slowly recovering.

He stared at the water in the water bag suspiciously. Could it be that the water in the water bag was responsible?

As soon as this idea appeared, he was immediately rejected by himself.

He chuckled and thought, how could there be such magical water in the world? This Feng Jiuyan family is not a descendant of gods. How could such a magical thing happen?

Maybe it's just my own misunderstanding, or maybe it's some other reason. He shook his head and stopped thinking about the problem.

Yan Ci handed the water bag back to Mrs. Feng, with a slight smile on his lips and gratitude in his eyes, "Thank you, Mrs. Feng."

"Hehehe, Mr. Yan, there's no need to be polite, it's me who should do it. By the way, are you hungry now? The sweet potato porridge we cooked this morning is still a little warm. Eat a bowl quickly to fill your stomach."

With that said, Mrs. Feng handed over another bowl of warm sweet potato porridge from the side.

My daughter put the sweet potato porridge in what is called a thermos bucket. No, it had been an hour or two, but the sweet potato porridge was still warm. It was really magical.

Yan Ci slowly stretched out his hand to take the bowl of porridge. However, just when his hand was about to touch the bowl of porridge, 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 knitted together, a look of pain on his face.

"Let me feed you." Feng Jiuyan's voice sounded softly, and she naturally took the bowl of porridge from Mrs. Feng's hand. Her slender and white fingers were seen tightly holding the wooden spoon, her movements were light and elegant.

She gently stirred the sweet potato porridge in the bowl with a spoon. The porridge rippled slightly under the stirring of the spoon, exuding bursts of aroma.

She carefully scooped up a spoonful of porridge with a spoon, and then slowly brought the spoon to Yanci's lips.

At this time, the tips of Yanci's ears began to become a little hot, showing a light pink color, as if they had been lightly touched by something.

"Well, Miss Feng, I'd better do it myself." Yanci said a little embarrassed, with a hint of shyness and embarrassment in his voice.

It's embarrassing to be fed porridge by a girl's family.

Moreover, Yanci glanced at Mrs. Feng and Feng Jiuli, swallowed, and was fed porridge in front of the girl's brother and mother. It was really embarrassing.

Feng Jiuyan noticed Yan Ci's embarrassment and noticed the pink tips of his ears, and couldn't help but raise her eyebrows. Oh, I didn’t expect him to be an innocent man!

Ha, interesting, really interesting!

"Stop making trouble, ah, open your mouth." Feng Jiuyan's tone was full of unquestionable firmness, and the voice seemed to have a kind of magic that made people unable to refuse.

However, Yanci turned his face away, trying to avoid the spoon that was about to be handed to his mouth. He stepped back and said, "I, I'm really not hungry." When he said this, his eyes were a little dodgey, as if he was hiding something.

At this moment, a clear voice of "Guji——" sounded in the carriage, breaking the original silence. Everyone's eyes were focused on Yanci, and they saw a blush instantly appear on his face, feeling extremely embarrassed.

Mrs. Feng and Feng Jiuli looked at each other and smiled, with kind smiles on their faces. Mrs. Feng said gently: "Mr. Yan, please don't refuse. Eat quickly. Don't starve yourself."

Feng Jiuli also echoed: "Yes, brother Yanci, the sweet potato porridge is delicious. It's sweet and soft. Eat it quickly. We will feel sorry for you if you are hungry like this."

Yanci 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 your body will heal faster." Mrs. Feng showed a happy smile on her face.

"Thank you, madam." Yanci said with a smile on his lips.

"No need to be polite, just drink your porridge." Mrs. Feng waved her hand quickly.

After that, she sat quietly by the window like a statue, looking out intently, with a hint of expectation in her eyebrows, as if she was eagerly waiting for someone to arrive.

Yan Ci glanced at it inadvertently, and then slowly lowered his eyes, a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes. At the same time, he silently drank the porridge handed over by Feng Jiuyan, while thinking carefully in his heart. What.

After eating a bowl of porridge, Yanci finally felt like he was alive. The lost strength has also recovered a little, and my spirits are getting better.

"Come, let me change the medicine on your wound." Feng Jiuyan said, and slowly took out a small log-colored medicine box from the side.

This small wooden medicine box has been carefully placed in the car. It is like a small medical treasure house, which contains a wide range of medicines for common illnesses such as sore medicine and antipyretic pills.

The existence of these medicines 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 arousing too much suspicion from others.

And this time, Feng Jiuyan put a lot of thought into detoxifying and healing Yan Ci. She specially took out some medicines from her own space that were particularly suitable for Yanci's injury, and carefully put them into the medicine box.

There were medicines in the small medicine box. Even if she added some medicines to the medicine box from space, no one noticed anything unusual.