TSFLIP Chapter 394

“It’s just a reopened wound, what’s with all the fuss?” Doctor Sun grumbled, clearly not understanding the urgency. Still, he approached the bedside, and when he saw the blood seeping through Fang Yue’s chest, his indifferent expression turned into one of surprise.

“I swear, you young people are so reckless. Even with injuries, you don’t know how to take it easy. With this much blood loss, how intense was last night’s battle?”

Fang Yue let out a low cough.

Feng Guang’s face instantly flushed red.

Doctor Sun clicked his tongue. “Tsk, tsk. You young ones, honestly. Even at death’s door, you’d still rather die a romantic fool, huh?”

As he dressed Fang Yue’s wound, he kept muttering nonstop. “Truly, ‘to die under the peony flower, even as a ghost, one remains charming.’ I really can’t keep up with the way young people think nowadays. ‘As long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood to burn’—but who burns through all their firewood in a single night?”

“Enough, enough! Are you done talking yet?!” Feng Guang glanced at Fang Yue, whose face had also turned slightly red. She finally lost her patience and snapped at Doctor Sun, “Just finish up and get out! Do you have to keep nagging like this?”

Doctor Sun chuckled. “Alright, alright, I’ll leave. I wouldn’t want to disturb your little world of two.”

With that, he slung his medicine box over his back, walked out the door, and even thoughtfully closed it behind him.

Now, only Feng Guang and Fang Yue remained in the room.

Just moments ago, everything had felt perfectly normal, but after Doctor Sun’s suggestive remarks, the air between them suddenly felt… strange.

When it came to matters between men and women, Fang Yue was more reserved than Feng Guang. So, she decided to break the awkwardness by picking up the bowl of now slightly cooled medicinal soup and asking casually, as if nothing had happened, “Do you want to drink your medicine?”

“Mm…” He still looked a little uncomfortable.

Feng Guang sat beside the bed with the bowl in hand, thinking for a moment before putting it down again. Carefully, she helped prop him up so he could lean against the headboard, making it easier for him to drink.

Picking up the bowl once more, she reached for the spoon—only for a mischievous thought to cross her mind.

“Fang Yue, do you want to drink it yourself, or should I feed you?”

He lifted his gaze. “When Feng Guang says ‘feed,’ how exactly do you mean?”

Oh? He was catching on quite well.

She put on a shy expression. “Well… what do you think about the way I fed you last time?”

“Not bad. I quite liked it.” He spoke lightly, though his ears were already turning red as if they were burning.

Feng Guang smiled, placed a gentle hand on the side of his face, and—without hesitation—boldly took a sip of the bitter medicine.

As his expectant gaze locked onto her, she finally pressed her lips against his.

But the moment their lips met, the control was no longer in her hands.

What should have been a simple act of feeding medicine stretched into an agonizingly slow affair. An entire bowl of medicine that should have been finished in a few quick sips ended up taking nearly half an incense stick’s time. If it had only been about drinking the medicine, it wouldn’t have taken so long—he was simply savoring the taste of her.

By the time the last heated kiss ended, Feng Guang was left breathless, leaning against the uninjured side of his chest. She didn’t dare lift her face, afraid he would see how flushed she was.

She was the one who started this, yet she was also the one who lost control in the end. If he saw her like this, it would be too embarrassing.

…

Hmph. She was going to ask the system to change her target. If needed, she could just spend some points to switch strategies.

Wait—what did he say?

Fang Yue slowly stroked her back, his eyes gentle and filled with warmth.

“Feng Guang,” he murmured, “Once I clear my name, let’s get married.”