Hei Dian, sprawled beside the bed, raised his head at the whistle of Xiao Junci.
He hesitated for a moment.
There was now a chubby little hand on his neck.
Asleep, Feng Xiaoli had sweet dimples by her mouth and emitted a giggling laugh, her chubby arms tightly holding onto Hei Dian's neck refusing to let go.
The faint luminescence in Hei Dian's eyes gradually dimmed, and he obediently stayed down on the bed, letting Feng Xiaoli embrace him.
In the night, a man and a woman stood on the roof of the Princess' Mansion.
Both were clad in attire suited for the night; the woman, voluptuous and with a delicate voice, was unmistakably Lady Nan Feng.
"Master, it seems that Greedy Wolf King really has betrayed us."
"Humans might betray, but Greedy Wolf King will not."
The man's voice was even colder than the night wind.
Xiao Junci, with hands behind his back, stood in the night.
Ever since Greedy Wolf King was captured by a mysterious master, he had not returned.
