Zhi'er hesitated, her face flushed.
Her muffled voice came out, "Ah? Here...?"
Feng Fuce chuckled lightly, "Then what do you suggest? They're all watching."
Zhi'er had no choice but to cooperate by hugging his waist.
The girl looked up, her brows and eyes elegant and charming, exuding a freshness and allure like a lotus after the rain.
This is the unique charm and elegance of a fourteen or fifteen-year-old.
Zhi'er's starry black eyes gazed at Feng Fuce, "Then a hug."
Her wholeheartedness momentarily left Feng Fuce, who was looking down at her, in a daze.
A surge of emotion burst forth from deep within him.
His throat moved up and down several times.
Looking at Zhi'er's round, bright eyes, he found himself deeply entranced.
Seeing no response from him, Zhi'er blinked, "Brother Ce?"
Feng Fuce immediately embraced her.
The two hugged tightly, appearing to others like a pair of affectionate lovers.
