Feng Fuce listened and smiled, raising his eyebrows.

"I don’t really need to rest. I just heard you calling, so I came over to check."

He looked at the beads of sweat on Bai Zhi’er’s forehead.

Feng Fuce couldn’t help but gaze intently.

He reached out with his fair, slender hand to gently wipe away the sweat.

"Did you have a nightmare?"

Bai Zhi’er weakly nodded.

Thinking of the scene with the Heavenly Fire made her still feel lingering fear.

Outside, it was raining, and Feng Fuce didn’t want her to stand there getting cold.

So, he took Bai Zhi’er by the hand and led her into her room.

Bai Zhi’er was guided by him to sit at the table, watching as Feng Fuce lit a candle and brought her hot tea.

As the warm candlelight brightened, Bai Zhi’er felt the anxiety in her heart lessen.

Feng Fuce sat beside her: "What did you dream?"

Bai Zhi’er thought for a moment and felt there was no need to hide it from him, so she told him the dream in full detail.

"I rarely dream. Almost every time I dream, it’s premonitory."

After hearing her, the stern black eyes of Feng Fuce showed a hint of amusement.

"Your dream is entirely unfounded. Bai Zhi’er, the kindness I show you should be evident."

"For your fulfillment, I hardly seem like a Demon Lord anymore. Why would I ultimately lead demon soldiers against you?"

Bai Zhi’er tapped her forehead: "It must be because I haven’t gained merits in a long time, causing me to overthink."

With that, she lifted her bright, shimmering black eyes.

"Brother Ce, but I’m still a bit scared."

Feng Fuce paused, his mouth more honest than his mind, suddenly asking: "If I hold you, will you feel better?"

When they were young, that’s how he comforted her.

Bai Zhi’er decisively nodded.

Then she willingly opened her arms and threw herself into his embrace.

Feng Fuce’s clothes were a bit chilly, but Bai Zhi’er heard his heartbeat.

This made her feel at ease.

Feng Fuce’s distinctly articulated white palm reached up to her dark hair involuntarily.

"Bai Zhi’er, you can always trust me."

She was the beacon he encountered after enduring the wind and snow.

Like someone warmly holding his hand in the cold, uncertain darkness.

Feng Fuce was totally willing to give everything for Bai Zhi’er.

Bai Zhi’er nuzzled her head in Feng Fuce’s embrace.

Perhaps feeling safe, she yawned.

"Brother Ce..." she mumbled: "When I become the Heavenly Dao, will you accompany me like this?"

"By then, I’ll give you special privileges; you can freely come and go in the nine layered heaven, and we’ll remain close friends like now!"

Feng Fuce raised his eyebrows slightly, his dark eyes deep with hints of starlight.

His thin lips curled into a smile, his low laughter resonating warmly.

"Alright, will such privileges be given to anyone else?"

"No, only to you!" Bai Zhi’er replied seriously.

Feng Fuce couldn’t help but hold her fingertips: "It’s a deal, future Heavenly Daoist."

Later, Bai Zhi’er fell asleep peacefully to Feng Fuce’s gentle lullabies.

Feng Fuce softly placed her onto the bed, carefully covering her with a blanket.

He didn’t rush to leave but sat at the bedside, watching over Bai Zhi’er.

Gazing at her tranquil, sleeping face, his eyes grew even darker.

Those soft red lips seemed to deliberately draw Feng Fuce’s attention.

He resisted, turning his head to avoid gazing too intently.

Taking advantage when the Little Demon Pet is asleep is not in his nature.

Even if he were to, it would be when she is awake and willing.