TSFLIP Chapter 144

As Zhou Lie left, the other onlookers gradually dispersed.

Fengguang fixed her gaze on Ou Xun. “You can let go of me now, right?”

He didn’t respond and, naturally, didn’t release her.

Dealing with someone who was so taciturn was frustrating for Fengguang. She playfully shook his arm and asked, “Hey, you’re not seriously thinking of making me stand here with you all day, are you? Although I don’t have much to do, if we stood here all day, we’d end up being viewed as a spectacle.”

“… Didn’t you want to ask me something?” His expression was solemn, mixed with a hint of confusion.

“What should I ask you?” Fengguang tilted her head in response. “Should I ask what kind of person Zhou Lie is? Or why he confessed to me? Though I have to admit, he is pretty good-looking.”

He hurriedly replied, “He approached you with a purpose.”

“I know,” she said nonchalantly. “At first, I wasn’t sure, but after hearing you speak, it all made sense. I may not be very smart, but I’m not foolish either. What’s his relationship with Shen Wuyan?”

“Shen Wuyan is Zhou Lie’s cousin.”

“Oh, I see. Shen Wuyan didn’t want to break off the engagement himself, so he tried to make me fall for someone else, hoping I would take the initiative to call off the engagement. Hmph, he likes that tea lady, but that deceitful little man wants me to do his dirty work. He knows how to play his cards.”

That explained why a sudden confession came from someone who was perfectly her type; it must have been the result of Shen Wuyan’s investigation. If Ou Xun hadn’t shown up, she might have truly fallen into the trap.

But then something struck her as odd. “How do you know about Zhou Lie and Shen Wuyan’s relationship?” she asked.

“I hacked his phone,” he replied.

“I heard it from Xiaolu,” Ou Xun said seriously.

“Xiaolu? Oh, you mean Zhao Xiaolu,” Fengguang remarked, pouting. “Why does it seem like every random guy I meet is connected to her?”

Her voice was barely a complaint, but he heard it nonetheless. Feeling uncomfortable, he replied, “She’s my neighbor.”

“Neighbor? More like a love interest, right?”

At this, Ou Xun found himself at a loss for words. No matter how he responded, it seemed wrong. If he were to say she was a love interest, it was true that he once had feelings for Zhao Xiaolu, perhaps even love, or maybe it was just a habit. His reserved and dark nature had led him to cherish the friendship he had with her since childhood, as she was the only one willing to befriend him. He felt it was only natural to protect her. Although Zhao Xiaolu had always viewed him as an older brother, he had previously thought it was enough to stand by her side. Now, he suddenly felt indifferent.

When did this shift in feelings begin?

Perhaps it started after they parted on the bridge. That night, after Ou Xun went through puberty, he had his first wet dream. In the dream, the woman beneath him sighed sweetly, and he couldn’t control himself, repeatedly following his instincts, making her cry out even more passionately beneath him.

When he woke up, he didn’t feel embarrassed about the wet clothes and sheets; he merely curled up and reminisced about the dream, holding himself tight. It felt so empty; he longed to grasp something to fill that void.

He wanted to grasp her to fill his heart.

That feeling came to a head during the argument in the game, nearing the breaking point.

He had never thought he would be reduced to needing to think of her to fall asleep. This unspeakable feeling had never been shared with anyone, including himself. He still couldn’t accept it but couldn’t help but enjoy the fantasy of her presence as he closed his eyes.

Perhaps a single phrase could describe him: a pervert with a conscience.