TSFLIP Chapter 722

“Alright…” Suva glanced at Feng Guang, who was leisurely sipping her tea, and thought to himself that he was anything but alright.

He was a clean freak—an extreme one. Anyone could tell from his obsession with white things. If it had been anyone else, he would’ve likely slapped them into oblivion for getting him dirty. But this was Xiaoxiao—Feng Guang’s beloved Xiaoxiao.

Feng Guang tugged Xiaoxiao a little farther away from him. She patted her daughter’s head and said, “Go take a bath, change into something clean, then you can come back out to play.”

“Okay!” Xiaoxiao beamed, then dashed off.

That left only Feng Guang and Suva under the osmanthus tree.

Feng Guang sat back on the stone bench and lazily poured herself another cup of tea. Suva sat across from her, clearly not planning to leave anytime soon.

The air between them grew still.

After Feng Guang finished her tea, she finally met his eyes. “Don’t you have classes to teach at the academy today?”

“I don’t teach today.” A faint smile tugged at Suva’s lips. “Having time to spend with you is nice, too.”

“I don’t need your company.”

“But I need yours.” His gaze was calm, deep as a still pond—disarming in its quiet intensity.

Feng Guang only looked at him for a second before glancing away. Casually, she asked, “I heard lately that wherever the Morning Star goes, misfortune follows. True?”

“Seems to be.” Suva’s tone was equally casual.

Morning Star really had been down on his luck lately—hit by falling flowerpots, chased by the Howling Celestial Dog, and even his study at the academy caught fire. Every day, he felt so unlucky that he dared not step outside without calculating first. Sure, he dodged the flowerpots, but that didn’t help when entire houses around him started collapsing.

At this point, just showing up at the academy was practically risking his life. A few days ago, the Heavenly Emperor even praised him at court for his perseverance.

Feng Guang’s gaze slid to the mud stains on Suva’s white robes—marks left by Xiaoxiao. It lifted her spirits. She smiled and asked, “Suva, it’s been more than a hundred years. And you still haven’t found anyone who interests you more than me?”

“No,” Suva answered, eyes lowered. He knew she was mocking him, but he answered her plainly anyway.

Feng Guang chuckled softly. “I still haven’t settled accounts with you. You kept me locked away for so many years—how do you propose we handle that debt?”

“I never imprisoned you.”

She gave a dry laugh. “So you’re saying I stayed willingly?”

“You’re mine. Being by my side isn’t wrong.”

His certainty caught her off guard, leaving her momentarily speechless.

She didn’t bother replying after that.

Suva glanced at the pastries on the table. “Didn’t you always love Osmanthus cakes?”

“I just don’t feel like eating them now.”

“I’ll make whatever you want,” he said gently.

She blinked at him, then shrugged it off. It wasn’t surprising—he did seem capable of anything. After a pause, she asked suddenly, “What exactly are your plans?”

“Plans?” Suva smiled. “From the moment you came back to me, I stopped needing any.”

Feng Guang had no words for that. After a moment, she said bluntly, “You’re not allowed to make me lose my memory again.”

“As long as—”

“Relax. I know I’m no match for you, and I can’t outrun you. I just want a few ground rules.”

Suva’s lips curved. “Which rules?”

“First, you can’t erase my memory again. Second, you can’t harm Xiaoxiao. Third…” She thought a moment before adding, “The day I tire of you, I’ll kill you with my own hands.”

“Alright.” Suva chuckled softly, not a trace of hesitation in his voice.

Feng Guang sneered inwardly. Madman—definitely a madman. His steady gaze lingered on her, and suddenly she felt unsettled.

The corners of his mouth lifted, his eyes fixed on her quietly, as if he could sit there and look at her for all eternity.