Feng Fuce looked at her with tears shimmering in his eyes. He walked up to her, just about to hold Bai Zhi'er's hand, when she suddenly shook it off.
The girl sobbed like she was pouting, turned her back: "Just now, on the bed, we agreed never to keep things from each other again!"
"If I hadn't left the Listening Spell in your palm and found out everything, you would still be planning to die behind my back!"
"Feng Fuce, you are too irresponsible. If you die, what will the child and I do?"
Seeing how angry she was, Feng Fuce quickly stepped forward two steps.
His voice was melodious, deep, and gentle: "Don't be angry. I'm confident about that one in ten thousand chance."
"I don't want it." Bai Zhi'er turned around, looking at him with red eyes: "Before, I kept it from you, rather parting with you, just because I didn't want you to risk yourself. Why should a good Demon Lord become a god for love? I don't want it!"
With that, she rushed up and tightly hugged his body.
