Considering Bai Zhi'er's discomfort, Feng Fuce directly took her to the Nuan Pavilion.
The warm earth dragon heated the room like spring.
The house servants quickly served a plate of peeled and heated Ju Zi.
Eating them was even more fragrant and sweet.
When Bai Zhi'er sat at the table, Feng Fuce gazed at her face for a long time.
Feeling a bit uneasy from his gaze, she couldn't help but ask, "Why do you always look at me like that, is there a flower on my face?"
Feng Fuce slightly frowned, "Your complexion seems even paler than before, are you still feeling unwell?"
Bai Zhi'er froze.
"Hmm... I don't feel anything." She touched her face.
Just now, her pulse was checked, and her body was fine.
Bai Zhi'er walked to the copper mirror in the room and looked at herself. Whether due to the bright lights or not, she did indeed look a bit pale.
Her lips painted with lipstick today stood out, looking as if she'd bitten into a piece of blood, bright and dazzling.
