OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess

Chapter 1272: Brother Fu Ce, If You Don’t Believe Me, Pinch It

Feng Fuce finished speaking, and Lu Wang struggled frantically twice.Qingmei laughed: "Look, the little bear cub is shy!"

Lu Wang: ...

He never thought mortals were so terrifying before, but now he’s experiencing it firsthand.

If he hadn’t moved so much just now, Qingmei might have even helped him wash his butt!

He’s a dignified Black Bear Spirit with accomplished cultivation; how can he end up losing his dignity at the hands of mortals?

Moreover, if A ruo found out, he’d surely make fun of him!

Where would his face be then?

Bai Zhi’er saw Lu Wang crying in anguish, and she quickly reached out her hand.

"Alright, Sister Qingmei, let me hold him."

Qingmei promptly handed it over: "This bear is really cute, but looking at it like this, it must have just left its mother bear and hasn’t been weaned for long."

"The kitchen has been instructed to make some soft milk porridge, which Your Highness can feed it later."

After Qingmei withdrew.

Lu Wang said angrily, "Lord Demon, please arrange for me to go elsewhere soon; I can’t stay here any longer!"

Feng Fuce raised his eyebrows: "With the way you look now, it’s inconvenient to go anywhere."

"Should I send you back to the Demon World then?"

Lu Wang was stunned for a moment and immediately shook his head: "No, if they see me like this, they’ll definitely laugh."

Bai Zhi’er pinched his wet little bear nose.

"Don’t worry, bear. Brother Ce said it’s because of the potion effects that you can’t transform back temporarily. It’ll be fine when the effects wear off!"

Lu Wang breathed a sigh of relief: "Mm... Mm!?"

Wait, no!

"Your Highness, you used to call me Brother Lu Wang."

Why are you calling me bear now?!

Bai Zhi’er smiled sweetly: "Looking at you like this, I really can’t call you that. Until you transform back, I’ll just call you bear."

As she said this, she couldn’t help but grab Lu Wang’s two furry little bear ears with both hands.

"Wow," Bai Zhi’er’s eyes sparkled: "So soft."

Feng Fuce’s face, initially tinged with a faint smile, gradually grew a bit colder.

He leaned in, his cool gaze assessing, before scoffing: "Soft? Isn’t it about the same as the panda you keep?"

"Tang yuan’s fur is softer; the bear’s ears are just a little rounder. Brother Ce, you should try pinching them."

Lu Wang reluctantly raised his little hand, fiddling for ages.

He’s a Black Bear Spirit! A fearsome black flame! The Great Protector that makes people in the Demon World shudder!

He’s definitely not some cute little bear!

Lu Wang didn’t dare to resist Bai Zhi’er, fearing Feng Fuce’s scolding, but to preserve his own dignity, he planned to stage a hunger strike in protest.

Soon after, Qingmei returned with a bowl of soft milk porridge.

The finest cow’s milk added with crushed sugar, steamed for a while, with the thin milk skin peeled off and some dried fruits mixed in.

Qingmei placed the bowl in front of Lu Wang, and he turned his head, refusing to eat.

However, at that moment, his stomach let out a growl.

Bai Zhi’er giggled: "If you’re hungry, just eat. Don’t be difficult with yourself."

Saying this, she scooped a bit with a spoon and brought it to Lu Wang’s mouth.

Lu Wang still wanted to maintain his final bit of stubbornness and refused to open his mouth.

Feng Fuce glanced at him coldly: "This bear is disobedient, let’s make bear skin out of it."

Lu Wang shivered all over and immediately opened his mouth, cooperating by taking a bite of the milk porridge.

Just after tasting it, his bear eyes widened.

So sweet! So delicious!