Almost the next moment, Prince Qing's delighted voice came from outside.
"Zhi'er! Come quickly! Jiang Ying is back! Help me check her physical condition!"
Bai Zhi'er replied guiltily, "Coming!"
She glanced sideways at Feng Fuce.
She had pushed too hard just now, almost causing Fuce to fall off the chair.
Now he had already gotten up and was lightly patting his clothes.
His face showed displeasure.
"Prince Qing always ruins things," Feng Fuce said coldly.
Bai Zhi'er looked at his expression, resembling a bullied little animal.
She chuckled, feeling playful for a moment, walked over, and suddenly stood on tiptoe to kiss the lower part of his lips.
Bai Zhi'er whispered, "Is that enough?"
As she spoke, she turned to leave, but unexpectedly Feng Fuce, already tasting the sweetness, immediately wrapped her waist.
Prince Qing's footsteps had already reached the door.
Bai Zhi'er pushed Fuce several times in panic.
She whispered, "Let go!"
