TSFLIP Chapter 203

Qingyu instinctively opened his mouth to say something, but after uttering just the word “I,” he was at a loss for what to say next. He stiffened, staying silent.

“Junior Brother, what’s wrong?” Guan Yueyue noticed Qingyu standing still at the doorway, so she curiously came over. When she saw her master standing there with Xia Fengguang, she, too, fell silent.

Xue Ran and Yi Wushang exchanged glances, both speechless.

To everyone’s surprise, Fengguang took the lead. With a smile in her eyes, she walked into the living room and said, “What’s the matter? With such a delicious spread, aren’t you all going to eat?”

With just that one line, everyone quietly returned to their seats, including Qingyu.

Fengguang pulled Xue Ran to sit beside her and began putting food into his bowl. “This looks good… and this one seems nice, too…”

She kept adding more food, ignoring Xue Ran’s protests.

Seeing Fengguang acting so naturally, Guan Yueyue wondered if maybe she hadn’t heard what she’d said earlier. Biting her chopsticks, she observed Fengguang for several minutes. But since Fengguang showed no sign of anything unusual, Yueyue relaxed. After all, it was pretty embarrassing to be caught gossiping about someone who overheard it.

Phew—now they could finally eat in peace.

Just as Yueyue lifted her chopsticks toward a plate of Dongpo pork, the plate was picked up by none other than Fengguang.

Fengguang pulled down her face veil, revealing her cheeks marked with red spots here and there, and she grinned, sniffing the pork. “Mmm, smells good… ah-choo!”

Suddenly, she sneezed, rubbed her nose, and placed the pork back on the table. “Sorry about that, I seem to have caught a cold recently.”

She certainly didn’t look sorry at all!

Yueyue shot her an annoyed look and redirected her chopsticks toward the plate of greens. Yet, before she could take a bite, the greens were lifted off the table with another sneeze from Fengguang.

Fengguang rubbed her nose again, saying, “Guess I am coming down with something.”

Do you need to sneeze over the dishes you’re holding!?

Yi Wushang noticed Yueyue’s growing frustration and picked up his chopsticks, aiming for another dish. He didn’t expect Fengguang to give him any quarter, either.

This time, instead of picking up the dish, she leaned over and sneezed right onto the table, making sure not a single plate was spared.

Everyone: “…”

“Oh my, this must be serious…” Fengguang muttered insincerely, rubbing her nose. “I must have caught a chill from running earlier. Sigh, my constitution’s like this—always easy to catch a cold. Don’t mind me.”

Guan Yueyue threw down her chopsticks. “Xia Fengguang! Are you even a woman? How disgusting can you be?”

The real disgusting one is you, Fengguang thought with a flowerlike smile. Her face, though still recovering, somehow looked strikingly beautiful, and her voice held a teasing tone. “If you’re not sure whether I’m a woman, want to find out for yourself?”

Yueyue froze, then took a step back. “Don’t come near me! I like men!”

“Tch, as if I’d ever be interested in you.” Fengguang gave her a scornful look, then turned and walked out the door.

The atmosphere was now indescribably tense.

Xue Ran, holding his rice bowl, suggested, “Let’s just eat.”

The others were silent. Aside from the food in his bowl, which dish on this table hasn’t been “contaminated” already?