TSFLIP Chapter 766

He kissed her softly at first, brushing gently against her lips, then deepened the kiss, exploring further.

Feng Guang closed her eyes, her damp lashes trembling. Han Qi thought she looked even more obedient and delicate like this, making it harder for him to control himself. Her sweetness shattered the self-control he’d always prided himself on. As he tasted her soft lips, her clean, sweet scent drifted past his nose—sweet but never cloying—and for the first time, the calm, restrained man felt as though he could lose control at any second.

His heart thudded wildly. Han Qi knew perfectly well that this racing heartbeat and surging emotion could push his illness into crisis again, but knowing that didn’t make him want to stop. He didn’t know how many more chances he would have to hold her like this, kiss her like this. Tomorrow, he might already be gone—gone from this world, gone from her side.

The kiss only ended because Feng Guang was starting to struggle for breath.

By then, her sobs had stopped. A lovely blush colored her cheeks, but she didn’t have time to be shy—she suddenly noticed how much paler his face had become. “Han Qi… are you feeling sick? I’ll call the doctor!”

“No.” He caught her wrist as she tried to get up, pulling her down to lie on the bed with him. His favorite book slid from the covers to the cold floor, but he didn’t care. Right now, there was only her in his eyes. Softly, he said, “Just stay with me like this, Feng Guang. That’s enough.”

His low, hoarse voice was unbearably seductive, but there was little he could do, less he would allow himself to do. He couldn’t let Feng Guang’s life and happiness be ruined by his hands.

She wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing herself closer against him, resting her head on his chest. “Are you really okay?” she asked, rubbing her cheek against him.

“If I have a problem…” he murmured, “it’s that there’s a beautiful dessert right in front of me and I can’t eat it. That’s what’s making me uncomfortable.” He gave a faint laugh, then added, “And yes, my body does feel uncomfortable too.”

Her face flamed. She couldn’t believe he could still joke at a time like this. “Han Qi! I’m seriously worried about you!”

“Then let me seriously tell you, Feng Guang…” His dark eyes grew even deeper, like an endless abyss, pulling her in where she’d never escape. Slowly, deliberately, he said, “I love you… Even at the end of my life, I’ll carry that love with me into the grave.”

It was a confession as chilling as it was beautiful.

But all Feng Guang could feel was her heartbeat pounding faster and faster. She stared blankly at the gentle, beautiful man before her, then leaned in and kissed the corner of his mouth. “Then on your tombstone… let’s carve the words: ‘Husband of Xia Feng Guang.’”

Han Qi smiled faintly. His hand slid to the back of her head and he deepened the kiss.

Feng Guang left the hospital very late. During that time, Xia Chao called her several times, but she hung up. When she finally got home, she had no energy to respond to her father’s questions. She stumbled into her room and lay there, staring at the ceiling, sleepless.

The sweetness of love wrapped around her, together with the crushing helplessness she couldn’t escape. Curling up in the blankets, she tried not to think about anything at all.

At three in the morning, her phone rang—a strange number. After a brief hesitation, she picked up.

A woman’s choked, anxious voice came over the line: “Miss Xia, Han Qi’s condition suddenly got worse. After today’s treatment, he pulled out his own breathing tube—he’s trying to die. Could you please come to the hospital? I’m begging you… save my child…”