The carriage swayed slowly.
Feng Fuce watched Bai Zhi'er, who had tucked herself into a corner, with his cold eyes and dark gaze.
The little one had her back to him, wishing she could curl up tighter.
From Feng Fuce's angle, he could see her cute, plump little face.
The young man raised an eyebrow: "Are you angry?"
Bai Zhi'er's soft voice, with a touch of ferocity, said, "Of course not! I'm not angry at all!"
After saying that, she shrank further into the corner.
She was like a little animal looking for a place to hide, so adorable.
A hint of amusement flashed in Feng Fuce's ink-black eyes.
He reached out and touched Bai Zhi'er's arm.
The little one immediately shielded her arm.
She turned her head, glared at Feng Fuce with pretend anger: "What are you doing! I said I'm not angry!"
Feng Fuce's tone was calm and composed, with a touch of gentleness: "Are you sure you don't want to eat something? I think you must be hungry."
