"Well, then August 15th, I will definitely give you a gift that you don't expect!"

Qingwen pretended to be relaxed, allowing Spitfire to come out of a state where she didn't know her birth date or name.

"If there is only one person in this world who remembers your birthday, it must be me!"

Spitfire froze, no one had ever said such a thing to him, and there had never been such a clear word in his heart.

He has mixed tastes.

Qingwen smiled, clapped her hands and said a proposal.

She's a bit naughty and always manages to take advantage of the loopholes at the right time.

"I thought, can you not be so far away from me?" Qingwen made a pun, of course her meaning was very clear, both emotionally and distantly.

"How about falling asleep right next to my bed?"

Of course, Qingwen is still a little measured, she always feels that Spitfire is farther away, which will make her feel a little rusty.

She gestured to the bottom of her bed, meaning to let the torch cover a nest.

Spitfire has no reason to refuse, of course, after this kind of thing is precedent, the ghost knows what will happen next.

The boundaries he drew were broken by the emotional offensive in three or two clicks.

He's really not fit to be a heartless person.

"Okay..."Spitfire actually compromised, he could only think that his previous ideas did not exist, or that he was naïve.

So, he had no choice but to move his bedding and settle down directly beside Qingwen's bed.

Qingwen sat on the edge of the bed with great interest, and her feet were quite happily swinging.

Spitfire felt that if this was the case, he should not be able to sleep, at least, there would be no way to lie down at all.

"I said, can you..."Spitfire had to stand, waiting for Qingwen to take her foot back.

"No, guess why?" Qingwen smiled slyly.

Feihuo stood for a while, then looked at Qingwen and understood something, "I know!"

He turned and walked out.

Although Qingwen intended to tease Feihuo, she didn't expect Feihuo to be so serious, she meant that she was going to change her clothes and prepare for bed, but she just wanted to see if Feihuo had the heart to keep it all the time.

Although the two live in the same room, it's a pity that Spitfire doesn't have this habit of peeking at women changing clothes.

"If it's a pony, I'll probably enjoy it, but I'll skip it!"

Spitfire has a lot of restraint, at least he thinks it's better not to be too casual in this kind of thing.

"Alright, come in!" Qingwen shouted in the cabin after a short time.

Feihuo walked in, Qingwen had already changed into the plain clothes for bed, looked at Feihuo with a smile and said, "You are so serious, you change clothes, do I want to go out too?"

"No, I don't need to!" Sleeping in a kimono has always been Spitfire's habit, because the sense of crisis has always surrounded him, and he is always in a state where he can prepare for battle at any time.

This habit has not been changed.

"You... You don't take off your clothes when you sleep?" Seeing Feihuo lying directly on the bed, not even covering the quilt, Qingwen asked a little strangely, "You have always been like this?"

Of course, Spitfire didn't know how to explain this problem, and of course Qingwen didn't know that it was normal.

"That's right, because I can fight at any time, I have always kept my weapon in my hand and slept in my clothes!" said Spitfire, putting the remaining half of the Broken Steel Sword in his hand and lying down directly.

Qingwen could understand it, but she was a little distressed.

She never knew what Spitfire's true state of existence was, only that Spitfire had been swimming in a sea of blood and killing.

Surprisingly, however, Spitfire was not impregnated by this state and still maintained the qualities of a teenager.

Strong but decisive, tender but not ruthless.

If these were removed, Qingwen felt that she would not be attracted to Spitfire.

Qingwen also lay down, and at this time she suddenly had a strong idea to know more about Spitfire.

Because, she realized that she didn't know everything about Spitfire.

"Spitfire, I can... Can I lie down next to you for a while, I want to talk to you!" Qingwen said a little.

Spitfire refused categorically, "No, if you want to chat, can't you do it now?"

He didn't dare to let Qingwen gain an inch, otherwise wouldn't he make some unspeakable things again?

Qingwen felt a little disappointed, but she didn't give up so easily, and still whispered: "Just for a while, after chatting, I'll go back to bed by myself..."

"Don't—" Spitfire refused.

However, Qingwen purred, rolled over directly from the bed, and lay directly next to Spitfire, if the distance was closer, the two should be able to kiss.

"You..." Feihuo rolled in shock, avoiding Qingwen's sudden attack, but was dragged by Qingwen to death.

"Just for a moment—" That was already a pleading look.

Feihuo couldn't resist Qingwen, but he still instinctively stayed away from Qingwen, and didn't dare to turn his head sideways.

"That's not bad!" Qingwen lay down with confidence, of course, she also maintained enough respect for Feihuo, and said, "Thank you!"

Qingwen looked at Spitfire's side face and felt that Spitfire was a little nervous and a little funny.

It looked like he was carrying something and was afraid of being taken away.

In fact, what Feihuo wants to say is that he is not afraid of losing something, but taking away the purity of the girl.

If you want to hold on, I'm afraid you need the same perseverance as the old monk.

"I want to know, I want to know everything about you, you haven't told me everything before, it's not fair, because you already know basically everything about me!" Qingwen whispered, "Is that okay?"

Spitfire doesn't know where to start, his story can be said too much or too little, some are bland and some are thrilling.

For Qingwen, it was something unknown, and it was also something she wanted to know.

If you like someone, you will tolerate everything about him and want to know everything about him.

Qingwen has such an idea.

"You really want to hear it, that story is a bit long, where do I start?" Spitfire mused, recalling that everything about him was like sand in the middle of a river of time, as the river kept flowing.

In the end, he couldn't remember much, but under the girl's expectation, it came out of his mouth.

"In my memory, there was a fire, that fire burned everything I had, I don't remember what happened before the fire, but after that fire, everything changed, until the fire went away, I was saved by Wushuang, and finally became the current me, named Flying Fire, the title of the Dawn of the Heavenly Machine Assassin!"