TSFLIP Chapter 963

He let her do as she pleased—so long as she was happy. Stroking the top of her head, he watched the girl feeding with a look of pure satisfaction. “Slow down. No one’s going to take it from you.”

“You jerk!” she muttered, taking another sip of blood and cursing him through muffled words.

He automatically categorized that as playful flirting. After being thoroughly satisfied that morning, his patience was especially generous. “All right, I’m a jerk. Just don’t choke.”

At this point, he had no principles left—if she threw a tantrum and told him to jump off a building, he might actually do it.

She let out a full belch. He pulled his hand back, but she wasn’t satisfied and tried to grab it again—failing once more.

She glared at him, silently declaring that this young lady was in a terrible mood.

He kissed her, silently declaring that he was in an excellent one. Gently rubbing her stomach, he said, “You can’t drink too much. Your stomach won’t be able to handle it.”

“Being a vampire and still not being able to eat my fill—what’s the point of living?” she complained, letting out another satisfied burp.

“With me spoiling you like this, you still think life’s pointless?”

It was true—he practically treated her like a princess. He coaxed her to eat, coaxed her to sleep, held her like a treasure every day, and never dared to say a harsh word, afraid she’d bottle up her feelings and make herself miserable.

He remembered years ago meeting a centuries-old vampire who had married a much younger one. That husband had obeyed his wife’s every whim. Back then, Ming’an had thought, What’s the point of an old man marrying a delicate young wife? Serving her like an empress every day—how unmanly.

At the time, he simply hadn’t understood the charm of a delicate young partner. Now, he thought that even if he spoiled the girl in his arms to the ends of heaven and earth, anyone who dared say a word about it would have their neck snapped.

Fengguang shot him a look. “You bully me.”

“I dote on you like crazy—how am I bullying you?”

“Just now… you…” Thinking about what had just happened on the sofa made her face burn red. In the end, how had it even stopped? She had been so exhausted from begging for mercy—kissing him and clinging to him to appease him—before he finally let her go.

He gave a lazy smile. “Does that count as bullying?”

In his eyes, that had been loving her—yes, loving her… very much an action.

Fengguang didn’t want to talk about that embarrassing matter anymore. She pointed at the clock on the wall. “You’re late for work!”

“It’s fine,” he said casually. “This school runs perfectly well without me.”

“Principal, you’re terribly irresponsible.”

“Right now, I’m only responsible for you.” He lifted her chin and kissed her again.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she mumbled between kisses, “What if someone finds out you’re not… not in your office…”

“Don’t worry. Aside from you, no one would dare file a complaint against me.” His hand pressed against the back of her head, deepening the kiss.