Chapter 1334: Will You Leave Me, Bai Zhi’er?
Feng Fuce’s eyes were calm, his tone carrying a hint of warmth.
"I care about you, so naturally I would ask. But I guess it’s not over yet."
Zhi’er directly burrowed into the quilt, her cheeks burning hot.
She was really a bit shy, because last time she went back and asked Sister Qingmei and the nannies in the palace.
These are private matters for women, only the husband can know in the future.
Feng Fuce’s concern made her feel shy.
Zhi’er mumbled from under the quilt, "It’s almost over, don’t worry about it."
She asked Feng Fuce to put out the candle, and although the candle was indeed extinguished, he sat at the foot of the bed.
Moreover, he extended his slender hand and held Zhi’er’s foot under the quilt.
Zhi’er instinctively flinched, but he did not let go.
Unlike usual, Feng Fuce’s hands were usually cold, like fine white jade.
But now, his palm was burning hot.
He effortlessly squeezed Zhi’er’s small foot, passing on warmth to her.
Zhi’er propped herself halfway up, with only one dim light in the room, making the light appear hazy and enchanting.
She stared at him with her beautiful eyes: "What are you doing?"
Feng Fuce remained calm and composed: "It’s raining now, I’m afraid you’ll catch a cold, and then you’ll think you’re having a miscarriage."
"I don’t want to endure such false good news again, I want something real."
Zhi’er was embarrassed and annoyed, her cheeks red, she gently kicked Feng Fuce: "What nonsense are you saying!"
However, Feng Fuce caught her foot with his arm and helped her tuck the quilt again.
"Don’t move, be careful not to catch a cold."
Zhi’er’s rebellious little temper was stirred by him, she twisted and turned in the quilt like a little worm.
"I just won’t listen to you, I won’t! Let go of my hand!"
Feng Fuce chuckled softly: "So, do you want me to hold you while you sleep?"
With just that sentence, Zhi’er lay there obediently.
Her cheeks were so hot they could almost drip blood: "Then I won’t move, if you’re not tired, you can hold on all night, hmph!"
Feng Fuce nodded: "Alright."
He would naturally do so, he couldn’t ask for more.
Zhi’er originally wanted to tease him and secretly kicked him when he wasn’t paying attention.
However, Feng Fuce made her feet warm and cozy, it was extremely comfortable.
Before long, Zhi’er fell asleep.
Feng Fuce watched her sleeping face, gently rubbing his palm.
Her jade feet, he held them as treasures in the palm of his hand.
Yet, Zhi’er didn’t know that Feng Fuce’s expression seemed somewhat dark and deep.
He looked at her, whispering to himself: "Will you leave me, Zhi’er?"
The girl was already sound asleep, naturally unable to answer him.
The next day.
Zhi’er had a restful sleep, and as she stretched lazily upon waking, Feng Fuce was no longer in the room.
The heavy rain outside had stopped, and the chirping of birds frolicking on the treetops could be heard.
Zhi’er got out of bed, changed her clothes, and after a simple wash, she was about to push open the door to find Feng Fuce.
However, she then heard a rustling "chirp chirp" sound from the corner of the room.
Zhi’er followed the sound and surprisingly found four or five small black demons huddled in the corner, looking like little coal balls!
They were all wet and shivering, as if they were sick, with drooping thick eyebrows, looking very distressed.
Zhi’er recognized them as the demons that Feng Fuce usually stationed in the Capital to gather intelligence for him.
She couldn’t help but squat down and ask: "What’s wrong with you all?"