TSFLIP Chapter 212

Daily Mission: Flirt with Xue Ran once a day. Mission accomplished.

Over the past few days, wherever Xue Ran went, Feng Guang would follow closely. Her excuse? She was afraid Nangong Li might suddenly appear and kidnap her again. Xue Ran couldn’t argue with her reasoning—especially when she would “accidentally” lift her clothing just enough to leave him helpless and reluctantly compliant.

Lately, Feng Guang had taken up running as a pastime. She claimed it was to shed some weight because, with the ever-competitive Yueyue still around, she had to maintain strict standards… for her figure.

Not content to run alone, she also insisted Xue Ran supervise her runs. Her reasoning? She was afraid she wouldn’t have the willpower to keep going without him watching. Once again, Xue Ran found himself unable to refute her logic.

After jogging around the artificial rock garden for five minutes, Feng Guang sprinted toward Xue Ran and threw herself into his arms, wrapping him in a bear hug. “Xue Ran, do I feel any lighter to you?”

“Maybe… just a little,” Xue Ran replied. He had grown accustomed to her ambushes and had even gotten used to telling white lies with a straight face. Honestly, with her minimal running—half jogging, half walking—losing weight would be a miracle.

Her goal wasn’t weight loss. It was using him as a convenient excuse to tease him. Poor Xue Ran.

Hearing his answer, Feng Guang immediately beamed. Over the past few days, the red blotches on her face had cleared up, leaving her complexion as radiant as peach blossoms. Her dazzling smile had the power to make hearts race uncontrollably.

Xue Ran wasn’t immune to her charm. Holding her so close, he couldn’t help but feel a stir of emotions, especially since she wasn’t just any young woman. To him, she was a lively, endearing girl who admired him like a deity and always followed him around with adoration.

“Why did you suddenly stop talking?” Feng Guang asked, tilting her head.

Indeed, just as she had a knack for stirring his emotions, she also had a talent for feigning innocence at the most suggestive moments. There she was, hanging on him in an undeniably intimate position, yet acting as if nothing were amiss.

“Feng Guang, can’t we just talk like normal people, standing upright?” he asked helplessly. She had insisted he stop calling her “Miss Xia” and address her by her given name.

“As long as we’re talking, does it matter how we’re standing?” she retorted with a mischievous grin.

Xue Ran was at a loss for words.

“Oh, right!” She suddenly remembered something. Pulling a small bottle from her sleeve, she held it up. “Take a look at this for me. I found it at my door the night Nangong Li kidnapped me. What is it?”

The moment Xue Ran saw the bottle, he recognized it and smiled knowingly. “This was left for you by Qingyu.”

“Qingyu? He gave this to me?”

“Yes. To avoid mixing up medications, the three of us use bottles with distinct designs. This blue patterned one is the type Qingyu often uses. I’d wager it contains medicine for treating colds.”

Colds?

Feng Guang thought back. That day, she had sneezed a few times to annoy Yueyue, pretending she had caught a chill. She never imagined Qingyu would take her seriously!

“Master!” Speak of the devil—Qingyu appeared, running toward them. The moment he saw Feng Guang clinging to Xue Ran, his eyes narrowed with a look that screamed: You shameless vixen! How dare you steal my master!

Feng Guang, still hanging off Xue Ran, shot Qingyu a What are you going to do about it? glance in return.

The tension between them sparked like flint and steel, the air charged with the threat of impending war.

Xue Ran, ever mindful of decorum in front of his apprentice, quickly released Feng Guang and helped her down. Clearing his throat awkwardly, he asked, “Qingyu, what brings you here?”

“Master!” Qingyu finally remembered why he’d come. “Tang Gongzi has woken up.”