She curled up, hugging her knees.
"Mother said that once I become the Heavenly Dao, there will be many things I can't control. I'm really worried I'll turn into someone I don't like."
Becoming an immortal means being completely heartless.
Bai Zhi'er had thought so ever since she was little.
Seeing this, Feng Fuce gently took her hand.
"You don't need to worry about any of that. No matter what you become, I'll never leave you."
Bai Zhi'er froze, staring at him for a long time.
She quickly turned away to pour more wine. "Let's have another drink!"
And like that, one cup after another.
Bai Zhi'er ended up completely drunk in Feng Fuce's arms.
Her alcohol tolerance wasn't good to begin with, and today she clearly meant to let herself go.
Bai Zhi'er wiggled her soft, pink fingertips, pinching and kneading Feng Fuce's face.
His handsome, cool features were pinched into all sorts of shapes by her.
Yet Feng Fuce didn't get angry at all, letting her hands do whatever they wanted.
