The more Feng Fuce struggled, the more Bai Zhi'er found it amusing!
She leaned over with her small mouth, forcing the young boy to dodge back and forth.
Not far away, the Xiu Luo Envoy watched in stunned silence.
What a scene of an official forcing a good citizen!
Finally, Feng Fuce pinched Bai Zhi'er's chubby cheeks.
He gently pressed her cheeks, rendering Bai Zhi'er immobile, leaving her to pout and blink her big eyes innocently.
Feng Fuce raised his eyebrows quietly, his dark eyes reflecting a hint of subtle reddish-brown in the bright firelight.
"Little rascal, get down," he said in a low, melodious voice, and moved his fingertip slightly.
As if he gave Bai Zhi'er's chubby little face a couple of squeezes without a sound.
It felt quite good.
Bai Zhi'er was not to be outdone.
With a "pop," she cupped Feng Fuce's face with both her small hands.
"Brother Fu Ce, do you know what day it is today?"
