Feng Fuce pressed his thin lips together, his fair and handsome face shrouded in a misty coolness: "Let me think."
Bai Zhi'er looked at him eagerly.
The young boy pretended to think, but was secretly evaluating the little one.
Her pair of watery, dark eyes shimmered with a pitiful glow.
Feng Fuce couldn't help but recall their first meeting, where she was just as innocent and small, waiting for him to return the sweet potato.
So adorably obedient that one might want to hold her in their palm.
Bai Zhi'er looked at him for a while, only to hear Feng Fuce chuckle icily, then resolutely say, "No."
The little one's face, full of expectation and hope, suddenly flared with a fierce, adorable anger!
"You! You are a big bad guy!"
"I am." Feng Fuce nodded, openly admitting it.
He squinted with a sneer: "As long as I can protect the Princess's safety, what does it matter if you curse me a few more times?"
Besides, there were plenty of people who cursed him, he didn't care.
