OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess

Chapter 1240: Bai Zhi’er, I Just Can’t Get Enough of You

Zhi’er noticed his intentions, and her cheeks suddenly became even more flushed and hot.She glanced back in Qingmei’s direction.

Their reactions were uncannily in sync.

Zhi’er muttered softly, "Stop taking advantage of people!"

"Can kissing you once really make me sense what you’re doing?"

Fuce chuckled softly, "How do you know if you don’t try?"

Zhi’er pouted, thinking he’s so annoying.

Fuce just wanted to "bully" her.

"I’ll be gone for a short while this time, but I promise not more than ten days. As soon as it’s over, I’ll come to find you."

Fuce spoke patiently in a low tone, "But, can’t see you for ten days, aren’t you really considering what I said?"

Zhi’er turned her head angrily, "Your request is improper!"

Fuce sneered slightly, lowering his gaze, "Well, if you won’t, I won’t force you."

He actually hadn’t intended to truly ask for a kiss.

After all, Fuce knew how easily his Little Demon Pet got shy.

No rush, everything must proceed gradually.

Just like a flood beast, suddenly patiently settling down, waiting for his little white rabbit to jump into the basket voluntarily.

Fuce wanted to remind her not to work too hard these days, but unexpectedly, Zhi’er suddenly reached out, tiptoed, and grasped his collar.

Fuce was stunned, and before he could react, Zhi’er’s soft lips landed on his jawline.

It was because he was more than a head taller than her.

Zhi’er tried so hard to tiptoe, but could only kiss this high.

Fuce hadn’t anticipated that she would actually agree.

His thin eyes slightly widened, with his handsome eyebrows tightly gazing at Zhi’er, wanting to say something, but couldn’t utter a word.

"You..."

Zhi’er’s cheeks were slightly red, hardly daring to look at his expression.

"You said it, I did it. If I can’t sense your situation, then you’re lying to me."

"If I find out you lied to me, I won’t talk to you!"

Fuce had already recovered, his formerly cold, abstinent eyes now ablaze like a sea of flames.

Bright smiles flickered between his brows.

This was the first time Zhi’er saw Fuce smiling... like a harmless child.

Gone were the depth and gloom in his eyes, only the joy of obtaining candy remained.

"Once more," he demanded in a low voice.

Zhi’er widened her eyes, "Don’t go too far!"

Fuce had already encircled her waist.

"The kiss was too low earlier. I’ll hold you, and kiss higher."

He indeed lifted her up a bit.

Zhi’er’s cheeks were burning hot, "I don’t want to! One is enough, don’t be too greedy!"

Fuce laughed lightly, "The Demon Lord’s other name is Greedy. If not greedy, how can it be a demon?"

"Zhi’er, I’m just greedy for you."

At this moment, Qingmei and Chu Ping’s laughter came from the doorway.

"Princess, Chu Ping almost choked on his own saliva just now." Qingmei laughed heartily, walking in, ready to share this amusing incident.

Zhi’er flushed with embarrassment, mustering all her strength, she pushed Fuce away.

When Qingmei and Chu Ping walked into the inner hall, they happened to see—

Fuce half sprawled on the table, seemingly having just fallen.

While Zhi’er stood rigidly in place, pretending nothing had happened, she asked, "Brother Ce, how did you fall?"

Fuce’s eyes darkened, gritting his teeth as he glanced back, "You..."

Zhi’er was quite decisive in pushing him away.