OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess-Chapter 32: Zhi’er, the Obedient Little Darling

The little toddler was shocked.

After a long silence.

Bai Zhi’er was the first to sweetly smile.

"The beginning of everything is difficult. Although your writing isn’t great, I believe that as long as Brother Juzi learns with heart, I’ll eventually be able to teach you!"

She proactively reached out her chubby little hand, wanting to pat Feng Fuce on the shoulder: "Don’t be discouraged."

However, after two tries, she couldn’t reach him, her little hand missed.

The little one puffed up her pink cheeks, feeling quite indignant.

So she lifted her bottom and moved to the left, reaching out again, but still couldn’t touch Feng Fuce.

How annoying, was Brother Juzi sitting that far from her?

Feng Fuce, standing in front of Bai Zhi’er, paused.

She couldn’t see at all, so she didn’t realize that he was standing to her left front, not sitting beside her.

In the moment when her chubby hand was about to fall again, his slender palm caught her from below.

Her five fingers, soft and chubby, felt great to pinch.

A little hand, like a small bun, rested in his palm.

Feng Fuce gave a little squeeze, and Bai Zhi’er patted his fingers in return.

"Hmm~ Brother Juzi, you can definitely do it!" She cheered again.

Then she withdrew her chubby little hand, sitting on the steps, swinging her little feet: "Peel another orange for me!"

As Feng Fuce peeled the orange, he thought with a cold, handsome face.

Why was he playing with food?

Why was he coaxing her? Why did he care about her mood? Why did he listen to her?

Just as he was about to get impatient and walk away.

Bai Zhi’er suddenly hugged his arm.

The little one was very excited: "Brother Juzi, look at me! A big snowflake just blew over and stuck to my nose! Come, help me see!"

This sudden touch took Feng Fuce completely by surprise.

He furrowed his brows suddenly, wanting to get rid of this annoying little one.

However, his gaze involuntarily fell, looking at her nose tip reddened by the cold.

Perhaps Bai Zhi’er’s cheeks were really cold, as the white snow took quite a while to melt into water on her nose. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

Feng Fuce lifted his fingers, initially wanting to pinch her chubby cheeks.

But when his fingertips reached her cheek, they changed direction.

Bai Zhi’er felt him brush away the snow water left on her nose.

Her long lashes fluttered, and through the white cloth, she could only see blurry figures.

The little one tilted her head: "Brother Juzi, did you see it, are the snowflakes pretty?"

Feng Fuce wrote two words in her palm—

[Pretty]

Bai Zhi’er smiled contentedly.

Stuck close to his chest, the scent of fortune wafting from her was undoubtedly a gourmet treat for Feng Fuce.

His gaze deepened, emanating a crimson hue from the depths, with dark, turbulent eyes hiding unknown danger.

Why not eat her right here?

Just as this thought crossed Feng Fuce’s mind.

Bai Zhi’er grabbed his fingertips and gently blew on his palm.

"The snowflakes are beautiful, but your hands are too cold, let me warm them for you."

With that, the little one earnestly used her chubby little hand to rub his slender knuckles.

Watching her warm him, Feng Fuce felt a strange rise of his eyebrows.

Bai Zhi’er smiled, her lips curved like two pink peach blossoms.

"Next time, I’ll bring some warm sweet potatoes for Brother Juzi to eat!"

Saying so, the little one withdrew her hand.

Feng Fuce wrote a "yes" in her palm.

For some reason, the fiery anger that was raging in his heart moments ago also calmed down at this moment.

Until Bai Zhi’er left, he never felt impatient again.