OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess-Chapter 675: Zhi’er Tames the Demon Lord in Reverse
Zhi’er turned her head toward the doorway and shouted, "I’m, I’m coming right away!"
Then, the little one watched A Ruo get up.
"Sister A Ruo, are you okay?"
A Ruo shook her head.
Thankfully she was Shitou, and couldn’t feel pain.
"I’ll leave now."
Zhi’er watched her head toward the back door before tightly closing the window.
She took her small steps back to the door and heard Qingmei’s voice from outside.
"Ah, Marquis, you came so early."
"Is there someone in the room besides the Princess?"
"No, the Princess just said she was hungry, and I’m preparing breakfast for her."
As Qingmei spoke, she pushed the door and found it was locked!
She panicked too, "Your Highness, Princess?"
The next second, the door latch was removed, and Zhi’er opened the door with her little hand.
Seeing Feng Fuce’s cold, dark eyes, she smiled sweetly, "Good morning!"
Qingmei saw Zhi’er safe and sound and breathed a sigh of relief as she carried the plate inside.
"Princess, don’t lock the door next time, I thought something had happened."
Feng Fuce’s gaze was as deep as the night wind, carrying a cold insight into people’s hearts.
Zhi’er met his eyes briefly, then instinctively avoided his gaze.
To keep him from seeing the guilt in her eyes.
The little one murmured softly, "Well, I locked the door just now because I was changing clothes."
Feng Fuce squinted his eyes, "Where are the clothes you changed into? Aren’t they the same as the ones you just wore?"
Zhi’er was stunned.
This isn’t good!
The little one’s pink lips hesitated, her voice whimpering, "Because..."
She can’t think of a good excuse!
Feng Fuce was watching the little rascal’s changing expressions.
Gradually, her little mouth started to pout, with tears gathering in her big eyes, as if she was about to cry.
This time, it was Feng Fuce’s turn to be startled.
Zhi’er looked at him pitifully, "Are you interrogating me like I’m a criminal?"
Feng Fuce froze, "No, I’m not."
The little one sniffed, "Then why is Brother Fu Ce pressing me step by step?"
Feng Fuce’s long brows couldn’t help but wrinkle slightly.
He began to reflect on himself.
Was he too harsh just now?
Zhi’er’s soft voice was full of pity.
"I got up extra early just to go out to school with Brother Fu Ce, but you’re still so mean!"
As soon as these words were said, Feng Fuce’s coldness in his eyes instantly disappeared without a trace.
He crouched down to maintain eye level with Zhi’er.
His tone also became deep and gentle.
"Shall I apologize to you?"
"Yes!" The little one nodded pitifully.
"I’m sorry, did I scare you?"
"You haven’t sincerely asked for my forgiveness yet!"
Seeing the little one had stopped crying, Feng Fuce patiently agreed, "I sincerely ask for your forgiveness. Next time I’ll be careful not to be like this."
He’s willing to indulge the little rascal’s temper.
Seeing things were right, Zhi’er wiped away her tears with her small hand, "It’s okay, Brother Fu Ce is my forever friend. If you just coax me, I’ll immediately stop being mad at you!"
Saying this, she opened her little arms and dashed over to hug Feng Fuce’s arm.
Zhi’er said coquettishly, "Brother Fu Ce, accompany me for breakfast, please!"
Feng Fuce responded, "Have you washed your face?"
"Hmm... Seems like I haven’t yet, I was just hurrying to the academy and nearly forgot!"
"Then I’ll help you."
Qingmei was still at the side, watching the whole scene with shocked eyes.
She even saw the notorious killer, Marquis Wan, taking a warm towel to wipe Zhi’er’s face.
With such careful and tender gestures, it was like serving a little ancestor.
