The students were all taken aback when they saw the most noble little princess rush forward to embrace the Marquis Wan.
The shocking thing was, the Marquis Wan didn’t push her away.
The atmosphere was filled with hesitation and silence.
When the soft little body dashed into his embrace, Feng Fuce paused for a moment.
He hadn’t brought any food.
The young boy lowered his gaze, his tone was light, harboring a sense of inexplicable indulgence.
"I’ll take you to buy some later."
Bai Zhi’er jumped up with joy, "Great!"
She blinked her big eyes, "Will Brother Ce wait for me outside?"
Feng Fuce cast a sidelong glance at Bai Yanyan with cold eyes.
He spoke leisurely, "I’ll wait here. Since I’m already here, I’ll watch you fly the kite."
Bai Zhi’er was actually tired and didn’t want to play anymore.
But upon hearing Feng Fuce say this, her little face immediately bloomed into a sweet smile.
"Then watch closely! I just learned this from an Uncle Beggar!"
After saying that, the little rascal grabbed her kite and turned to run towards the Fang Brothers.
Fang Wushen had already been standing at a distance, frowning and watching for a while.
The reputation of Marquis Wan was indeed not very good.
In fact, among the townsfolk, his presence was often used to scare children at home.
Such as, if you misbehave, you’ll be sent to the Brocade Armor Shura Guard, to be scolded and beaten by Marquis Wan.
How could the little princess interact so naturally with a marquis like Feng Fuce, whose emotions were hard to read?
"Brother Wuxi, help me fly the kite, I want Brother Ce to see my little swallow fly so high!" Bai Zhi’er ran to Fang Wushen, looking up at him and speaking softly.
Fang Wushen withdrew his gaze from Feng Fuce.
He wanted to ask a few questions, but thought better and kept silent.
Instead, he took Bai Zhi’er’s little hand and walked to the side, "Okay, I’ll help you."
This simple gesture made Feng Fuce, who was watching them, silently narrow his eyes.
Bai Zhi’er’s kite, aided by the east wind, soared higher and higher.
Classmates forgot the tension of Feng Fuce’s presence, looking up and exclaiming at intervals.
Bai Zhi’er’s little face was round, pink and adorable like a layer of rosy clouds.
Feng Fuce watched the twinkling brightness in her star-like black eyes, full of enthusiastic brilliance.
He quietly breathed out, his thin lips curved into a faint, elusive smile.
At this moment, when he slightly turned his gaze, he saw Bai Yanyan standing outside the crowd, clutching a dragonfly kite tightly.
Feng Fuce’s brow turned slightly cold, his gaze deep, like a cold pool in a secluded place. This text is hosted at NoveI-Fire.ɴet
Since he was here, he might as well do something for the little rascal.
Bai Yanyan herself didn’t notice the resentful look fixed on Bai Zhi’er’s little figure.
Why is it that when Bai Zhi’er flies a kite, everyone keeps praising her, yet when she flew hers so high just now, the classmates only gave a couple of compliments?
At that moment, Bai Yanyan’s arms were suddenly grabbed.
Before she could scream for help, two Xiu Luo Envoys swiftly pressed her mouth shut and dragged her to the other side, around the corner hidden by the wall!
The students’ attention was all drawn to Bai Zhi’er, and no one noticed her being taken away.
Bai Yanyan was held firmly, only able to utter muffled cries!
She watched as Feng Fuce approached slowly, strolling leisurely as if in a garden.
His gaze seemed to gather all the world’s inky blackness into the depths of his eyes.
It exuded an overwhelming sense of panic and dread.
Bai Yanyan’s eyes widened in horror.
Could it be that the Marquis Wan wanted to kill her?