"Come, open your mouth!"

Feihuo lay down for a while, and after he woke up, his physical condition was much better, he could force himself to turn over, and it shouldn't be difficult to sit up.

He didn't say it directly, after Qingwen and Xiao Wu went out, he tried a few times, and he was actually able to speak.

He originally wanted to tease the two, but he didn't expect Qingwen to take the initiative to feed him porridge.

Qingwen looked a little embarrassed, after all, the last time was just a few days of Feihuo, so there was no dialogue, at best, she was just taking care of a patient.

This time is different, unless it is intimate to a certain extent, there will be no such meticulous care without gaps.

When Qingwen was holding a small porcelain bowl and feeding him porridge with a small spoon, Feihuo directly blocked her with his hand.

"No need, I'll do it myself!" Feihuo really couldn't stand being taken care of by Qingwen like this, his face was much thinner than he thought.

He sat up directly, and then looked at Qingwen stunned.

"You..." Qing Wen and Feihuo looked at each other for less than a breath, and Qing Wen's face suddenly changed.

"Hello, what are you pretending to be and can't move!" Qingwen looked at Feihuo not only lively, but also full of neutrality in her tone, although she didn't know why, she felt like she had been tricked by Feihuo.

She had a lot of courage to put away all her shyness, so she fed porridge to Feihuo.

And in this way, Spitfire simply took a huge advantage.

"No, I just now..." Feihuo couldn't tell anymore, but Xiao Wu just came in at this time, and he also saw Feihuo sitting lively.

Xiao Wu was also taken aback, "You... It's not that I'm going to die, how can I do it all of a sudden... Just get up?"

Spitfire couldn't explain it, but he felt that there was a force in his body, so that even if he was seriously injured, he managed to survive in the end, and then slowly healed the pain.

"I... I don't know, just now, I felt like my hands could move, and then my whole body could move!" Spitfire saw the bandage on his chest, then pointed to the wound and said, "Here, really, it seems to be much better!"

Qingwen didn't wait for Feihuo to explain, and stretched out her finger and poked Feihuo directly in the chest.

"It hurts, it hurts..."Feihuo's injury was not good, at least the big hole in his chest was not good.

"It's good to know, it must be my dad who used some special medicine to make you flutter and think it's okay, if you are moving around like this, I will tie you up with a rope!" Qingwen had an angry face, and on the one hand, she was being teased by Spitfire, and on the other hand, she was a little worried.

Xiao Wu looked a little funny on the side, she probably knew why Spitfire and Qingwen fell in love with each other.

This is an indescribable tacit understanding, which comes from the untouchable part of the hearts of the two, and the so-called heaven and earth design is probably what it refers to.

Only then did Xiao Wu notice that the tattoo on Feihuo's chest, although it was partially covered by gauze, was still vaguely recognizable.

"Silly melon, let me ask you, what is this tattoo on your chest, it looks quite interesting!"

Spitfire looked down for a moment and said, "This, it's a kind of mark, representing my organization!"

"Assassin, his organization is an assassin!" Qingwen whispered, it was precisely because Spitfire was an assassin that Spitfire refused contact with the outside world for a long time.

I dare not love others, let alone be loved.

Because the ability is not strong enough, you will feel that you should not have such feelings, otherwise you will be in great pain when you lose it.

Spitfire used to think like that, but in the back, he was changed, wanting to get, wanting to move forward, wanting to protect everything he cherished.

Becoming an Assassin was both unfortunate and lucky.

"Assassin..."Xiao Wu understands Spitfire's situation, and identity is both a shackle and an opportunity.

"Come to think of it, you're not an ordinary assassin, are you!" Xiao Wu was very smart.

Spitfire laughed, "But I'm a characterless assassin!"

"No, at least it's likable!" Qingwen glanced at Feihuo, she hadn't forgotten so much love debt caused by Feihuo.

At least Qingling will be counted on it.

Qingwen didn't hate Xiao Wu at this time, but she hated Spitfire's attitude.

"Ahh

After all, not every girl is as good at talking as Nguyen Nguyen.

"Okay, since he's so decent, let him eat by himself, he's not a kid!" Qingwen was teased by Spitfire and started a little tantrum.

Feihuo had to take the porcelain bowl with a smile, and he glanced at the contents of the bowl, it was not ordinary white porridge, it looked like a medicinal meal mixed with various herbs.

Looking at the form, it is very complicated, and according to Spitfire's experience, "Meals that are not good-looking are generally not delicious!"

And the truth is the same as Spitfire's thoughts.

Qingwen didn't think about the taste at all, she put some nourishing herbs in the pot together, and then cooked a pot of porridge that was a little messy.

"Why don't you eat it, you have to finish it!" Qingwen stared at Feihuo, and saw that Feihuo had been holding the bowl for a long time without moving, so she forcibly said: "Don't try to play tricks, I don't care what the root cause of the disease is!"

"Uh..."Feihuo smelled the taste, but still didn't dare to eat it, although Qingwen might not add some poison or anything.

Xiao Wu was a little naughty, seeing that Feihuo hadn't moved for a long time, she said with a smile: "I know, you want people to feed you, right, since Qingwen doesn't feed you, how about I?"

"No need, I'll eat!" Spitfire picked up the spoon and took a bite.

He will never forget that smell, although his feeling has not fully recovered because of the injury, but the pungent smell of Chinese medicine from the mouth straight to the brain, not to mention the effect of treatment, the effect of refreshing the brain must not be weak.

"Is it delicious?" Qingwen probably knew that the taste would not be too good, at least she had tasted it when she made it, but in line with the principle of treating the disease first and saving people, she still used a lot of tonics.

"En!" Feihuo was a little unconscious by the smell of Chinese medicine.

"I know, it should taste good, I made a lot, you eat more!" Qingwen said coldly: "Don't refuse!"

"I'm not eating!" Spitfire snapped.

"What did you say?" Qingwen raised her voice.

"Nothing, I mean I'm supposed to be full!" Spitfire felt something run down his nostrils.

"Silly melon, you have a nosebleed!" Feihuo touched it, it was really a nosebleed, Qingwen's tonic was too much, although each one was very thoughtful, but it added up to more.