On Feng Fuce's fair forehead, a vein of anger suddenly popped out.
He grabbed Bai Zhi'er's head and forced her to sit back in her seat.
In the innocent and adorable gaze of the little one, Feng Fuce gritted his teeth and said, "Just call me brother."
To be a male concubine? That's simply insulting him!
She didn't even become a Little Demon Pet for him, yet she was thinking about taking a male concubine first.
Bai Zhi'er noticed Feng Fuce's displeased, even somewhat angry expression.
The little one pouted, mumbling complaints.
"So hard to please, hmph."
Brother's not okay, male concubine's not okay, so fussy!
...
A Ruo came to the Xiuluo Guard to wait for the Princess's return to the palace.
Hearing that Bai Zhi'er was going to a poetry gathering, she wanted to tag along.
After all, A Ruo had never seen what the bustling poetry gatherings in the mortal world were like.
But the little one wouldn't let her go.
