TSFLIP Chapter 502

Feng Guang assumed he was trying to comfort her. Under his gentle coaxing, her sobs gradually quieted. But then she remembered—he’d just fought with Ye Mo not long ago. Her nerves tightened again, and she quickly asked, “When you fought Ye Mo… were you hurt?”

“He couldn’t touch me,” Xu Wang replied casually, as if he hadn’t just been in a fierce duel.

Still, Feng Guang wasn’t reassured. “You’re not lying to me?”

“If you don’t believe me, you can check for yourself,” he said, starting to unbutton his shirt.

She immediately grabbed his hand, blushing furiously. “You said you’re fine, so I believe you…”

He let out a soft sigh. “What a shame.”

Her face flushed even redder. “Xu Wang, can you be serious for once?”

“When it comes to you, I’m always serious,” he said with a short chuckle. He leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on the corner of her lips, then lightly ran the tip of his tongue over the spot he had bitten earlier. “Does it still hurt?”

Face burning, she shook her head and buried herself deeper into his chest. Who would’ve thought that someone like her—always claiming to be hopelessly obsessed with handsome men—could still be shy like this?

Xu Wang slowly patted her back. In the quiet that followed, a rare sense of calm washed over him, like the kind of peace he’d only ever read about in books. And in that moment of tranquility, he suddenly asked, “Feng Guang, would you be willing to let me mark you?”

In other words—“Would you sleep with me?”

Xu Wang hadn’t planned this. It was just a sudden urge, a question that slipped out before he could stop it. Normally, if he wanted something, he’d take it—why bother asking?

But Feng Guang… This girl in his arms—he found himself wanting her answer. To hear her say it aloud. That alone would satisfy him as intensely as the mark itself.

He expected her to shy away, to bury her head under the covers, face beet red. But to his surprise, she gave a small nod. The movement was subtle, and he only felt it because her head was resting on his chest.

For the first time in his life, Xu Wang felt his brain lagging behind his body. After a moment, he asked again, uncertain, “You’re willing?”

“…I am.” Her voice was as soft as a whisper. Then she raised her head, refusing to be timid, and said boldly, “It’s not like I’ve got any other decent men to choose from. If I don’t let you mark me, then who else would I give it to?”

“Is that so?” He chuckled, clearly seeing through her half-hearted defiance.

“Of course!” she snapped, trying to sound firm.

But before the words had even fully left her mouth, he silenced her with a kiss. This one wasn’t like their first—no wild passion, no urgency—just the slow, lingering tenderness of lips meeting lips in mutual affection.

…

Eventually, Xu Wang pulled back just a little, though they were still so close that if he even slightly extended his tongue, he could taste the moisture on her lips.

“Feng Guang,” he murmured, “I want to mark you right now… is that okay?”

She didn’t answer with words.

Instead, she gathered her courage, tilted her head up, and kissed him first.

That was all the answer he needed.

She had already chosen him, and she wasn’t going to change her mind. Now that they’d reached a point where trust had been firmly established, what was the point in hesitating?

He loved her.
And she loved him.
That was enough.