Chapter 1367: Maybe I’m Afraid of Losing You
Zhi’er was taken aback.
With her hands on her hips, she retorted fiercely and coquettishly, "In this situation, I absolutely won’t answer you!"
Feng Fuce frowned, "Why? So, you plan to answer Jun Kuang instead?"
"He lied to deceive you, and you believed it. I confessed my feelings, yet I’m still waiting for your response."
"If you like his way of speaking, I can tell you a thousand lines more heartfelt than his."
"He’s dreamed of you; haven’t I as well? In fact, I’ve dreamed of you more than once!"
Zhi’er was both embarrassed and furious.
She turned her back, "What you’re talking about is completely different, and Brother A Kuang’s intentions are not the same as yours!"
Feng Fuce sneered coldly, chasing after her to make sure Zhi’er looked at him.
"How is it different? He’s a man. I certainly understand what he’s thinking."
Zhi’er emphasized, "But hitting someone is wrong. He didn’t do anything, yet you punched him hard."
Feng Fuce frowned, "He verbally offended you, and sparing his life means I’ve shown mercy."
Zhi’er flung her hand, deciding not to discuss it further.
"You’re angry now; I won’t discuss this issue with you. Let’s talk after we calm down."
Feng Fuce grabbed her wrist, "Explain clearly, otherwise, you’re not allowed to leave."
Zhi’er widened her eyes, "You! Brother Ce, you’re being unreasonable!"
"I simply won’t answer! If you have the ability, keep me locked here forever!"
With that, she shook off his hand, turned away, and sat by the table, arms crossed and fuming.
Her lovely and pretty face was animated with a beautiful little rage.
Perhaps she was too angry at herself, as a few tears welled up in Zhi’er’s eyes.
They made her eyes glisten, but clearly, she felt wronged.
Although Feng Fuce was quite angry initially, upon seeing her expression, the raging fire in his heart extinguished in an instant.
He stood there, gazing at her with deep eyes.
Zhi’er remained pouting, her cheeks puffed out.
It seemed he had truly upset her.
Feng Fuce let out a sigh.
He recalled Chu Ping’s sobbing from a moment ago.
Originally, Feng Fuce wanted to imitate that to let Zhi’er understand the source of his anger.
But the noble Lord Demon paused for two seconds, yet still couldn’t bring himself to cry.
He simply couldn’t perform a trick like Chu Ping’s.
Therefore, Feng Fuce abandoned the idea.
He approached Zhi’er, crouched down, and met her gaze.
Only when he came closer and saw her tears did Feng Fuce feel a hint of regret.
Thus, he disregarded everything and simply held her hand gently.
But Zhi’er shook it off again.
Feng Fuce wasn’t angry.
He merely spoke in a deep voice, "Must I really say directly that I’m jealous for you to understand?"
"I don’t like Jun Kuang being that close to you, nor the way he talks as if you once belonged to him."
"Even if it’s a dream that truly existed, his bringing it up means he has feelings for you."
"Maybe it’s my fault for losing my temper, but hitting him was my possessiveness shouting in my heart. My reason and impulse both told me I don’t like someone stealing you away."
"Moreover, you’ve never directly answered my feelings."
"Zhi’er, maybe I’m scared of losing you, deeply anxious."
"But I’m sorry; I shouldn’t have shown you this side of my irritability."
Zhi’er listened to his heartfelt explanation.
Her eyes were red at the corners as she reached out to wipe them.
Instead of being angry at his earlier impulsiveness, she extended her hand, almost petulantly complaining, "You pinched my wrist until it turned red; that’s what made me the angriest!"
At this moment, Zhi’er harbored a slight feeling in her heart.
Feng Fuce had indeed spoiled her.
Otherwise, why would her first feeling of grievance be his excessive strength in leaving her wrist red?