Chapter 1368: Why Are You Like a Little Animal
Feng Fuce grabbed her wrist gently as soon as he heard her say that.
Then, he lowered his eyebrows and eyes, bent down, and blew on the red mark on her wrist.
"I was in a hurry, so I didn’t control my strength well."
He asked, "Does it still hurt?"
Zhi’er hummed softly, nodding delicately, "It hurts!"
Feng Fuce immediately lifted her wrist, and in the next second, his thin lips kissed her skin.
Zhi’er was initially stunned, then she suddenly widened her watery eyes.
Not because of anything else, but because Feng Fuce actually, like a small animal, not only kissed but also licked her wrist twice.
Zhi’er realized what happened and quickly pulled her hand back.
"You... don’t do that!" She blushed red with embarrassment.
Feng Fuce knelt down in a half-squat, raising his thin eyes to look at her.
"Didn’t it hurt? I’m expressing my regret."
Zhi’er covered her wrist, her face red enough to drip blood.
"It doesn’t hurt now!" She feared that if she continued, Feng Fuce might do something even more intimate.
Feng Fuce looked at her state, then pulled a chair and sat opposite her.
He wore a light, gentle smile.
Clearly, he was still afraid that Zhi’er would get angry and leave directly, so he wanted to sit as close to her as possible.
No matter how noble Feng Fuce’s status was usually.
In front of Zhi’er, he was always willing to be the first to lower his head and admit his fault.
Although the two didn’t speak, the atmosphere was much better than before.
Zhi’er’s flushed cheeks gradually cooled, and she calmed down.
She licked her pink lips, "Hitting people... is wrong."
Feng Fuce’s gaze dimmed slightly, but he still responded with a hum.
"It’s indeed wrong, but he deserved the hit."
Zhi’er puffed up her pink cheeks, expressing a delicate anger, but she somehow understood Feng Fuce’s feelings.
So, naturally, she didn’t truly blame him.
"I won’t agree to Jun Kuang." At this point, Zhi’er proactively expressed her thoughts.
She even refrained from calling Brother A Kuang.
This made Feng Fuce raise his eyebrows in surprise, his deep thin eyes clearly showing a joyful emotion.
"Say it in more detail," he said.
Zhi’er patiently explained, "I don’t like him, so even if he has other intentions, I won’t respond to anything."
Feng Fuce’s mood turned highly delightful.
"You don’t like him, then what about me?"
Zhi’er averted her gaze, "We’re talking about Brother A Kuang’s issue now!"
Feng Fuce cupped her face with one hand, forcing Zhi’er to look directly at him.
"Speak properly, I want to hear."
Zhi’er, naturally shy, didn’t know how to start.
She blinked her big, dark, water-filled eyes, looking at him innocently and with shy annoyance.
With an expression of "I’d rather die than speak," she instead amused Feng Fuce, who chuckled softly.
He felt rather helpless.
"Then I’ll say it first. I like you, initially without needing any response, I’d still willingly do it."
Zhi’er couldn’t resist asking, "Not willing now?"
Feng Fuce shook his head, "Jun Kuang’s appearance makes me eager to get your answer."
"But, some words you don’t need to say so directly."
"Your reaction assures me that our feelings are mutual."
"Only, at this moment, I want a definite response."
"How about this, Zhi’er, if you really feel the way I suspect, that you also like me."
"Then, nod once; if not, nod twice."
Zhi’er: ...
She muttered silently, "Is there a difference?"