Chapter 1527: The Demon Lord Says He’s Here to Propose

Feng Fuce was initially stunned.

He had long wanted to do this, but he didn’t dare.

He feared that this moment might further provoke her annoyance.

But unexpectedly, Bai Zhi’er took the initiative to be close.

He collapsed to the ground, his large hand protecting her waist, Feng Fuce pushed her forward an inch, deepening the kiss they both had long desired.

All the self-doubt, worry, and torment of the past few days were soothed by Bai Zhi’er’s actions.

Feng Fuce restrained his passionate emotions, trying to limit the kiss to just a touch.

But unknowingly, Bai Zhi’er removed his outer garment.

Soon, he realized Bai Zhi’er’s intention.

Feng Fuce suddenly grabbed her hand, his eyes were no longer calm.

"Here? No, we are not yet married, you..."

Bai Zhi’er refused to listen, covering his mouth and flipping over, pressing him down.

"If you push me away now, you’ll never, ever say you like me again." Her voice, carrying tears, whispered in his ear.

To Feng Fuce, it was a magic potion capable of driving him insane.

In an instant, it destroyed all his resolve.

What happened next, Bai Zhi’er remembered only vaguely and hazily.

She only knew that from birth until now, she had never done anything so willful.

And this choice was her boldest yet.

At least, both she and Feng Fuce were very happy.

In countless moments of close embraces, the heat radiating from Feng Fuce was intense, as if it might melt her.

She used to think he was fair-skinned, but when her hand rested on his shoulder, she realized she was still paler.

The snow outside the cave seemed endless, while the fire inside never ceased to burn hot.

The swirling snow fell for three days and nights.

Bai Zhi’er, at the peak of Feng Fuce’s emotions, told him carefully—

"I think I like you, but at that moment I was sure, I actually love you."

Love that does not dare to gamble on any possibility that might cause him to sacrifice.

She would rather he be a majestic and proud Demon Lord.

Than to abandon himself for her sake.

For a moment, tears slipped from the corner of Bai Zhi’er’s eyes.

Feng Fuce kissed them away tenderly, even blaming himself: "I was too rough."

Bai Zhi’er shook her head lightly, choking back her apologies.

Feng Fuce chuckled: "Speaking nonsense again."

Five days later.

While Feng Fuce was asleep, Bai Zhi’er returned to the nine layered heaven.

"Your Majesty!" Yue Lao flew over upon hearing the news: "The little fairy has found a way to untie the Marriage knot!"

Bai Zhi’er, however, was exhausted, clutching her dirty clothes tightly: "Talk later."

Yue Lao paused, watching Bai Zhi’er leave tired and dusty.

He wondered: "Catching a Fu Niu really took so much effort? Your Majesty is truly hard-working!"

After returning to the immortal palace, Bai Zhi’er took a relaxing bath.

The rising mist hid the scattered marks on her body.

Leaning beside the pool, she recalled her moments with Feng Fuce, blushing uncontrollably.

However, she quickly admonished herself.

"Don’t think about it anymore, just consider everything with Feng Fuce as having ended."

But, two days later, while Bai Zhi’er was discussing matters with the immortals, she heard the sounds of battle drums from the direction of the South Heavenly Gate.

"Your Majesty! Something’s wrong! The Demon Lord, leading millions of the Demon Clan, is charging towards the South Heavenly Gate!"

Bai Zhi’er abruptly stood up, the immortals were shocked.

Before she could speak, another Heavenly Soldier hurried over—

"Your Majesty! The Demon Lord said he has come to propose!"