Zhi'er suddenly felt a chill in her heart for a moment.
She masked it with a smile: "How could that be! I'm just... worried."
In her panic, Zhi'er casually found an excuse.
Feng Fuce's gaze was as cold and pale as ice and snow, as if he could see through all her little thoughts.
Zhi'er had to slightly turn her head to avoid direct eye contact with him.
"Worried about what?" Feng Fuce asked.
Zhi'er paused for a moment before saying, "Last time you fought with A Kuang, after that, I'm afraid it would be awkward between you two."
Feng Fuce thought it was normal for her to think that, so the chill in his eyes gradually faded.
He chuckled lightly: "I'm not awkward, and I won't make things difficult for him anymore, provided he doesn't get too close to you, or too intimate."
Zhi'er pouted: "A Kuang and I have always dealt with things as they come, the intimacy you speak of is merely how friends interact."
