Back upstairs with the food, Feng Xin was lying in bed, huddled in the quilt, looking at Guanyu with his eyes.

"Get up and eat..." On the bedside table, Guan Yu sat on a chair beside him and looked at Feng Xin in surprise.

"Arm pain..." Feng Xin muttered in a low voice, turned his eyes, moved his body, took up his chopsticks in a bitter manner and took a few bites.

"Pain..." Feng Xin once again rushed through Guan Yu's vicious murmur.

Come on, you hurt yourself. What are you doing? Guan Yu rubbed his nose sadly: "I... Give you a rub?

"No..." White Guanyu, Feng Xin turned his...