Zhi'er was momentarily taken aback.
Her pretty face immediately bloomed with a giggle.
"Of course not!"
Feng Fuce heard her affirmative answer, and his eyes grew even darker.
He turned his head to look elsewhere.
Zhi'er saw his tense profile, clearly upset.
She reached out her fingertip to poke his shoulder.
"That red rope of fate is obviously for them as a couple, how could it be for us?"
Feng Fuce suddenly turned back, gazing coldly at her.
"Even if not a couple, it can be used. In this mortal world, besides me, who else could have such a long life to accompany you through a lifetime?"
Zhi'er blinked her big eyes, tilting her head to think: "Xiao Li?"
Being a snake demon, it has a very long life too.
Feng Fuce never expected she'd deliberately challenge him.
He sneered slightly.
"Fine, I'll return and skin it."
Zhi'er quickly rushed over to grab his sleeve: "I'm just joking with you!"
Feng Fuce cared very much about the things she gave.
