Zhi'er noticed his unusual mood and stood up cautiously, taking two steps back.
Feng Fuce entered and closed the door behind him, "Are you afraid of me?"
Zhi'er's dark eyes flickered uncertainly, "No, I just don't want to have my neck squeezed by you again."
Fuce: ...
The sneer he feigned vanished in an instant.
His handsome, cold face resumed its indifferent and emotionless expression.
He did not answer Zhi'er's question and spoke directly, "On the day of the Red Lotus Banquet in three days, you will accompany me."
Zhi'er was taken aback, "Can't you go by yourself?"
Her tone was too matter-of-fact, not at all like a prisoner.
Fuce was a bit annoyed, "It's an order for you to accompany me, not open to discussion."
Zhi'er bit her lower lip.
Since she bore the Demon Fetus, perhaps due to maternal instincts, she was wary of the fierce demons.
Several times, those demons had shouted at her window.
She would suddenly wake up in the middle of the night.
