Bai Zhi'er heard what Qingmei said and turned her head.
"Brother Fu Ce, is that you!"
However, at that very moment, her small hand couldn't hold on tightly, and she suddenly fell off the swing.
Before she hit the ground, she had already fallen into Feng Fuce's arms.
The young man looked down at her: "Falling off so easily, not even caring about safety, still insisting on swinging higher?"
Bai Zhi'er jumped to the ground, put her hands on her hips, and retorted righteously: "That's because Brother Fu Ce came, and I got distracted!"
"Normally, I wouldn't have fallen."
Feng Fuce chuckled: "Stubborn, I should have let you fall just now, so you'd know pain, and wouldn't fool around next time."
Bai Zhi'er widened her big black eyes, puffing her pink cheeks in anger: "You dare!"
Feng Fuce paused.
He looked at the little one's angry face.
Very frankly, he replied with two words: "I don't dare."
