TSFLIP Chapter 391

Feng Guang was momentarily surprised, but she quickly found herself melting into his kiss, her body going weak and her heart fluttering… Ahem, maybe she was a little too unreserved.

Still, she remembered that he was injured, so she didn’t dare press down on him. Instead, she could only passively endure his intoxicating kiss. His lips and tongue alternated between gently nibbling and softly licking hers. No matter how clumsy his movements might have been, every touch made her reluctant to pull away.

Suddenly, a thought crossed her mind—forget that mission to win over Chu Yu. To hell with it. She liked this man.

When their lips finally parted, silence followed.

Feng Guang and the man who had just opened his eyes looked at each other wordlessly. The lingering heat in the air betrayed how utterly lost in passion they had been just moments ago.

It seemed that if she didn’t speak, he could stay silent for a long time. So, unable to hold back, Feng Guang broke the quiet, getting straight to the point.

“Fang Yue, do you like me?”

A faint hint of red spread across his pale face—not like a man who had lost too much blood, but more like someone burning with fever.

Feng Guang lowered her head again, pressing her forehead against his, bringing her beautiful eyes even closer to his dark ones. She suddenly smiled.

“Good, you don’t have a fever. Otherwise…” Her voice was teasing. “I might have to feed you medicine again.”

Medicine…

No, he liked taking medicine.

At least, when it was given to him in that special way that only she could.

“Fang Yue, do you like me?” she asked again, playing with a lock of his long hair, wrapping it around her fingers. Inwardly, she felt a tinge of jealousy—how could this man have such nice hair?

Fang Yue softly spoke two words. “I do.”

“I like you too.” She smiled and lay down beside him. The bed was neither too big nor too small—just enough for two people to fit, but only if they were pressed close together. She snuggled under the blanket and took his slightly cool hand in hers. Soon, he clasped hers in return. She huffed in mock frustration.

“Fang Yue, Fang Yue, you’re such a fool. You always get hurt, but that’s exactly why I can’t stop worrying about you. Tell me, if I weren’t here, how many times would you have died by now?”

“Then my life belongs to Feng Guang,” he said with a soft smile, brushing his fingers through her long hair spread out on the bed. “Your hairpin…”

“I lost it when I was fighting that old bastard. Don’t worry about it. When you’re healed, you can take me to the market to buy a new one.”

His long eyelashes cast a shadow over his closed eyes. Mimicking her earlier movement, he twirled a strand of her hair around his fingers and brought it to his nose, breathing in her scent. Then, he uttered a single word.

“Alright.”

Feng Guang, however, felt that his little actions were unbearably seductive. Her heart pounded wildly as she tugged on his hand under the covers.

“Didn’t you say you wanted to devote yourself to the Dao? That you weren’t even interested in an adorable and charming junior sister? So why are you suddenly saying you like me?”

“How does Feng Guang know the junior sister is adorable and charming?”

“I just know.” Every junior sister fit that character trope. She moved even closer to his cheek. “Don’t change the subject. Answer me.”

Fang Yue thought her persistent questioning was unbearably cute—so cute it was almost painful. He suddenly despised the fact that he was injured and could do nothing. He sighed.

“Feng Guang once asked if forsaking all emotions and desires would still make one human. Perhaps, in the end, I am just an ordinary man. I cannot be like Chisongzi, nor do I wish for a fate where we part ways on an immortal’s path, leaving only pine and snow in our wake.”