Feng Fuce lowered his gaze, quietly looking at her for a moment.
He noticed the little one's hair was sticking to her rosy lips.
He extended his long fingers to brush it aside.
Then he heard Bai Zhi'er's lips murmuring, as if she was talking.
Feng Fuce leaned in to listen.
Bai Zhi'er's baby voice murmured softly: "Wow… pretty brother hehe… take Zhi'er to eat something?"
Feng Fuce frowned.
He suddenly straightened up, his dark eyes coldly gazing at the little one.
Did she not eat enough just now?
Why is she dreaming about going to eat with someone else?
Gradually, Feng Fuce noticed Bai Zhi'er started drooling.
"..." His eyes darkened, his long, fair fingers gently pushed Bai Zhi'er's head away from his arm.
However, the little one seemed dissatisfied, unhappily waving her small hands.
Soon, she snuggled back against him.
Feng Fuce tried twice to place her aside.
But Bai Zhi'er seemed to deliberately oppose him, finally burying her little head in his chest.
