Feng Fuce leaned against the carriage wall, closing his eyes for a rest.
"I can, but..." He seed hesitant.
Zhi’er hurriedly asked, "But what?"
Feng Fuce opened his cold eyes, looking at the little one with interest.
"But you call everyone brother, Brother Juzi, Brother Yingtao, Brother Cao i, it seems I’m no different to you."
"Since there’s no difference, I should really think about whether to help you, after all, you could ask for help from other brothers too."
Zhi’er widened her clear, dark eyes: "Huh?!"
Her small face was full of bewildernt.
"Brother Fu Ce," the little one clung to him, hugging his arm and acting spoiled: "Zhi’er likes you the most."
Feng Fuce chuckled softly.
He counted on his long fingers: "I’ve heard you say that to many people."
"At least the Emperor, Prince Rui, Prince Kang, a few Princely Heirs, Qingi, Pri Minister Wen, even that panda Tang Yuan."
Feng Fuce looked at the little girl pensively: "Bai Zhi’er, by this count, you have quite a lot of favorites."
He crossed his arms, looking straight ahead with a cold tone, yet oddly justified.
"This Marquis only associates with you, little rascal."
Zhi’er’s round, soft face showed liveliness and cuteness.
She listened to Feng Fuce’s words and imdiately picked up the teacup on the table and handed it over.
"Brother Fu Ce, you’ve said so much, aren’t you tired? Have so tea."
Feng Fuce didn’t reach out; he lowered his head to the little one’s hand to drink the tea.
The scent of fortune coursed through all his ridians, as comforting as being in a blaze yet suddenly being doused with a handful of snow.
Feng Fuce squinted his eyes: "Do you think you can win over with just a cup of tea?"
Zhi’er shook her head, put down the teacup, and said earnestly: "Since you don’t want to call you brother, I’ll call you sothing else to make you different from others!"
Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow: "Oh? What will you call ?"
Zhi’er poked her little chin with her hand, her big eyes gleaming as she thought seriously.
Her little face was so soft and adorable.
Feng Fuce smiled: "Why don’t you call ..." Demon Lord Master.
However, he never got to say those last four words.
Zhi’er’s eyes lit up.
She sweetly said, "Got it, Brother Fu Ce, from now on you can be my male concubine!"
The Asura Envoy driving outside nearly fell off the carriage.
He heard sothing unbelievable!
Feng Fuce almost knocked his head against the carriage wall.
The usual coldness in his eyes was replaced by an unexpected turmoil of dark emotions.
"Zhi’er!" Feng Fuce scolded in a low voice.
The little one blinked her eyes innocently.
"What’s wrong? Didn’t Brother Fu Ce say that a male concubine is soone who would compete with for food?"
"Zhi’er doesn’t want others to snatch food, but is willing to share it with Brother Fu Ce."
"So, isn’t it fitting for you to be my male concubine?"
After speaking, Zhi’er placed her small hand on his shoulder.
"Don’t worry, Brother Fu Ce, besides you, I won’t have a second male concubine. No one else can fight for our food!"
Feng Fuce didn’t know why his heart was racing, and his face showed an uncontrollable mix of anger and embarrassnt.
Zhi’er ignored his expression, contemplating on her own: "Hmm, but Feng Nanfei sounds unpleasant, yet it’s special and distinct from other brothers."
"Brother Fu Ce, do you like it when I call you this?"
The little one specifically leaned close to his ear, softly breathing: "Little Feng, the Male Concubine~"
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