He knew all her preferences well.
Bai Zhi'er devoured her food like a whirlwind, while Feng Fuce sat beside her, resting his head on his hand, leisurely watching her.
Only when Bai Zhi'er had eaten her fill did she exhale a breath, her eyes regaining their sparkle.
"Finally full. Getting married is not something ordinary people can bear. How could the bride be hungry for three hours!"
Listening to her complaints, Feng Fuce found her even more adorable.
He pressed his thin lips together and let out a laugh, his slightly squinting eyes carrying a gentle indulgence.
"Want to eat more? Should I get you some soup?" Feng Fuce asked.
Bai Zhi'er shook her head, "No, I'm really full now."
Feng Fuce handed her a napkin, which she took and used to wipe the corner of her mouth.
After eating her fill, Bai Zhi'er stood up and wandered around.
She rummaged around on the bed.
Feng Fuce came over, "What are you looking for?"
