Chapter 1442: Possession

Feng Fuce’s faint voice, accompanied by the heavy rain, drifted over.

"Hmm, so, the concubine he took stole the Lady’s child. This matter itself is problematic."

Zhi’er suddenly remembered: "Yes, without the Fan Family’s agreement, Master Ke would definitely not dare to take a concubine."

"Since he did take a concubine, it shows that it was approved by the Governor’s Wife. Yet such a concubine had the audacity to steal a child and attempt to flee from Yuzhou where the Fan Family’s influence is pervasive—it’s truly peculiar."

As she spoke, she had been struggling with the straps for quite some time.

Zhi’er was somewhat annoyed; she plopped down on the chair, exhaled, and muttered quietly: "Annoying! It’s really hard to wear."

Feng Fuce at the door heard her grumbling: "What’s the matter?"

Zhi’er replied: "It’s nothing, I’ll change to another outfit, this one is hard to wear."

She stood up, intending to walk to the chest to choose something, but unfortunately, because the strap wasn’t tied properly, the sleeve fell, and she stepped on it.

"Ah!" Zhi’er cried out softly, swaying to the side.

Feng Fuce heard the commotion, instantly pushed the door open and entered.

He quickly caught Zhi’er, fortunately, Feng Fuce reacted swiftly, preventing Zhi’er from hitting the stool.

"Why so careless?" He frowned, looking down to check if she was injured.

However, as he lowered his gaze, he saw the front of her clothes was loose, revealing delicate, fair skin beneath.

Feng Fuce’s expression froze, he immediately raised his head to look at the beam.

Zhi’er was unaware; she tugged at the sleeve that almost made her trip and complained angrily: "I should have known not to wear this one, not only can’t tie the strap but almost fell."

"Brother Fu Ce, please go out, I’ll change to a different outfit."

Feng Fuce’s voice was deep, somewhat hoarse: "Alright."

Zhi’er watched him tilt his head back, not looking where he was going, and walked straight out, his ears astonishingly red.

The girl blinked suspiciously: "Brother Fu Ce, why are you maintaining this posture?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Feng Fuce, distracted, bumped into the table beside him.

Zhi’er: ...

Feng Fuce steadied himself against the table, calming his spirit: "I’m fine..."

As he spoke, he lowered his head while walking out and bumped into the door frame.

Zhi’er’s wide eyes were surprised: "Are you really fine? Your face looks very red, are you ill?"

Just now, the rain was pouring down heavily, perhaps Feng Fuce got drenched.

Yet, he insisted: "I’m fine, don’t worry."

His voice was still so cool and deep.

Feng Fuce left the room, closed the door behind him.

Zhi’er pursed her lips: "So strange."

She didn’t take it seriously, and changed into another outfit.

At this moment, leaning against the door, Feng Fuce’s chest was heaving, breathing heavily.

Being the Demon Lord, he always had a keen sense of his surroundings.

So.

The sound of clothes falling inside, Zhi’er’s hair brushing against the jewels and silks, and the clinking of her bracelet lightly tapping against hairpins.

These small sounds, usually he didn’t pay attention to them.

But now, he didn’t want to hear them, yet they kept entering his ears, igniting the fierce flame in his heart.

Feng Fuce was different from those cold Immortals.

He had the most handsome, cold appearance, but in his bones ran the blood of savage dominance and possession.

Feng Fuce recalled Zhi’er’s fair skin, and how she intently looked at his eyebrows while speaking.

He was close to being unable to suppress that inner fire.

Feng Fuce suddenly opened his thin eyes, dark red shimmering within.

It turned out that the words ’possess’ and this idea were about to ignite a supreme spring within his heart.