Feng Fuce's voice was melodious and mature, accompanied by soft laughter.
His eyes seemed to hold stars as he looked at Bai Zhi'er: "You're responsible? Then tell me first, how do you plan to be responsible?"
Bai Zhi'er widened her eyes: "I... what can I do, I didn't do anything to you last night, did I?"
Feng Fuce leaned against the table, arms crossed and head held high, leisurely watching her.
He didn't speak.
Only used his gaze to tell Bai Zhi'er: What do you think?
Bai Zhi'er actually couldn't remember what she did afterwards.
The last memory point was her pulling off Feng Fuce's clothes.
And it seemed... she also saw those fair muscles and collarbone.
Her cheeks instantly became even hotter.
"Alright! I said I'd be responsible, so stop looking at me like that. At most, I'll... I'll let you be a male concubine."
"What?" Feng Fuce's originally faint smile suddenly froze.
