Chapter 1605: Do You Regret Laughing at Me Just Now?

Bai Zhi’er saw him like this.

He was like a big cat that had just fallen into the water and was being coldly neglected.

Especially those frigid brows, filled with accusations against her.

“Pfft… hahaha!” She couldn’t hold it in and laughed quietly.

Feng Fuce looked at her in this manner, his brows raising even more elegantly.

Bai Zhi’er, mindful that her son was still sleeping, said softly with a laugh, “What are you doing?”

She was laughing, and suddenly noticed Feng Fuce bending closer.

Finally, Bai Zhi’er’s laughter disappeared.

The heat in Feng Fuce’s eyes was very familiar to her.

The smile in Bai Zhi’er’s eyes quickly faded, turning into surprise and retreat.

“No way!”

She had just finished speaking when Feng Fuce was already holding her face, kissing her as usual.

If he wanted to be unreasonable, Bai Zhi’er couldn’t compete with him.

Watching her attempt to get up and push him away several times.

Unexpectedly, Feng Fuce easily pressed her wrists together with one hand.

He leaned down, and Bai Zhi’er quickly said, “Wait, Xingxing still…”

Feng Fuce raised his hand, easily turning off the nearby switch.

The room was plunged into darkness in an instant.

The sound of rain came again.

The Zeng family’s patrolling bodyguards checked the villa at two and five in the morning.

They saw the bathroom light still on and felt curious.

This family, bathing all night long?

But they soon thought, what if someone forgot to turn off the light?

Anyway, Master Zeng wouldn’t blame them.

At six in the morning, the autumn sky was not yet fully bright.

He asked, “Do you regret laughing at me just now?”

Bai Zhi’er weakly nodded, “I regret it.”

Next time she should be a little further away, at a place where he can’t catch her, before mocking him!

Receiving his wife’s answer, Feng Fuce fell asleep quite contentedly holding her.

This sleep lasted until one in the afternoon.

Feng Fuce was the first to wake, while Fen Linxing was no longer in the room.

He glanced at his wife, her face still flushed and deeply asleep, kissed her lips, and quietly got out of bed.

After washing up, Feng Fuce opened the door and looked down from the second floor.

His son, Fen Linxing, had somehow gotten a hold of a real gun and was playing with it.

Feng Fuce’s expression changed.

At the moment.

Bai Zhi’er was fast asleep and had a dream.

In the dream, she and Feng Fuce had met several people who should have been True God reincarnations while searching for a new wick, traversing various places, but to no avail.

Just as she was troubled by this, she saw the originally weak Linglong Lamp start to shimmer in her dream.

Surprised, Bai Zhi’er slowly stepped forward to touch it.

The Linglong Lamp shone even brighter with her caress, radiant and gorgeous.

This was originally abnormal because after she fell in love with Feng Fuce, the Linglong Lamp’s light had been waning.

Even with Jing Jia frequently coming to infuse Spiritual Power for maintenance, it couldn’t prevent the dimming.

In the dream, Bai Zhi’er joyfully held the Linglong Lamp carefully in her arms.

Its blazing flame seemed like a light that could illuminate the Three Realms.

In the haze, Bai Zhi’er felt the lamp burning hot, until she couldn’t hold it.

She placed the Linglong Lamp back in its original position, and it soared into the air, emitting dazzling light.

The light it cast turned into a faint circle on the ground.

On closer inspection, it seemed there was a swaying shadow within.

Could this be the person the Linglong Lamp chose as its wick?

Bai Zhi’er tried hard to discern, only managing to make out a faintly male figure from the lamp’s light.