Chapter 1540: Begging You

She seemed much calmer than when she was just locked in three days ago.

Feng Fuce, for some reason, felt a nameless panic.

He feared he truly turned her into a soulless porcelain doll.

Yet, he hated her so much.

Thinking of her heartless side, Feng Fuce let out a mocking sneer.

"Catharsis?" Feng Fuce looked up slowly, eyes burning like fire: "I have done nothing, merely locked you up, and you think that’s catharsis?"

As he spoke, he abruptly walked over.

Bai Zhi’er was startled: "What do you want to do?!"

Feng Fuce grabbed her wrist, pressing her against the bed rail, forcing Bai Zhi’er to face away from him.

She struggled uneasily, the shackles on her ankles clattering, yet Feng Fuce still pressed against her tightly.

He reached around and tightly gripped her neck, as if choking, but didn’t exert force.

"Do you know what catharsis is? With your heart so cold and ruthless, I naturally can’t hurt you, but you should understand what kind of catharsis I want will fall upon you."

"So, stop spouting nonsense. Don’t make me unhappy; only then will your days be a little better."

His cold words carried both hate and love, spoken like a blade coated in sugar.

Hurting others, and himself too.

Bai Zhi’er had been hiding in bed, eating Mutual Grass every day, and her stomach hadn’t hurt much.

After the struggle just now, her stomach started aching again.

The breath of the Demon Fetus stirred restlessly; she was in so much pain that cold sweat formed on her forehead, and her complexion instantly turned pale.

She endured the pain, choking on her words: "Have you said enough? If you’re finished, let me go."

Feng Fuce noticed her abnormality and sneered coldly: "What right do you have to make demands of me?"

Despite his words, he let her go.

Bai Zhi’er collapsed onto the bed.

Unwilling to show any clues before Feng Fuce, she forcibly regulated her breath.

Feng Fuce frowned, looking at her complexion, feeling she wasn’t pretending.

"I have a request..." Bai Zhi’er said weakly.

Feng Fuce lowered his cold eyes slightly: "What makes you think I will agree?"

Bai Zhi’er looked at Feng Fuce with a complicated gaze, her black hair in disarray: "You can keep me locked up, but you must let me write to my mother, ask her to return to the nine layered heaven to hold the fort. If you agree, I will endure all the torment without a word of complaint."

If not, having been with Feng Fuce these days, she truly feared that the Linglong Lamp would go out directly!

After all, her love couldn’t be erased, and if forced to stay together, the Three Realms would be in chaos.

Naturally, the Heavenly Court needed someone to hold the ground.

Feng Fuce remained silent, his expression cold and hard, clearly unwilling.

"I’m begging you." Bai Zhi’er had no choice but to lower her stance.

Feng Fuce tilted his head, looking at her with deep, indifferent eyes: "Is that the attitude of someone begging?"

Bai Zhi’er’s eyes reddened slightly.

She supported herself and slowly walked towards Feng Fuce.

Then, Bai Zhi’er opened her arms, embracing his waist and back.

Even though Feng Fuce stood motionless, his body stiff as iron, Bai Zhi’er still tenderly hugged him tightly.

Like when they were once close, leaning on each other without reservation.

Feng Fuce snapped back to his senses, swatting her hand away.

"Disgusting." He left these two words, then turned and left.

Bai Zhi’er sat on the soft rabbit fur; seeing the door close, she quickly took out Mutual Grass from the Qiankun Bag to consume.

After a while, the pain in her abdomen finally subsided.

She let out a sigh of relief, exhausted, slumping onto a chair beside her.

At this moment, a grass spirit entered, bringing with it a Spiritual Bird responsible for communication in the Three Realms.

"Lord Demon said that if Your Majesty has any message to convey, just speak to the Spiritual Bird."

In the end, he agreed after all.