TSFLIP Chapter 838

“Xia Fengguang.” She smiled, the corners of her eyes curving like a pair of lovely crescent moons. “My name is Xia Fengguang.”

“Fengguang…” he murmured the name softly. A strange yet familiar feeling rose in his chest, freezing his gentle expression for a brief moment.

Fengguang bent slightly, lowering her head to look at him.
“I’ve told you my name. Now you—what’s yours?”

The boy snapped out of his thoughts.
“My surname is Zhou. My given name is Xing.”

“Young Master Zhou?”

“You may call me A-Xing.”

She blinked. “Huh? Didn’t you just tell that little girl that boys and girls should keep propriety and shouldn’t call you A-Xing?”

“Others may not. You may.”
A soft warmth hid in Zhou Xing’s refined brows and eyes. “This is your candied hawthorn.”

Fengguang accepted the treat but didn’t bite it immediately. Instead, she said,
“I seem to recall… you also said you don’t like girls who eat sweets.”

“I don’t dislike you.”

“Well, I’m honored…” She beamed, then blinked innocently and used a coaxing tone.
“I didn’t bring money with me. Since you have money, A-Xing, could you maybe—”

“No,” he said immediately.

“I haven’t even finished saying what I was going to ask.”

“You can only eat one skewer of candied hawthorn at a time.”
The boy’s smiling eyes held a strange ability to read a person’s intentions. She hadn’t finished speaking, yet he already knew exactly what she wanted.

Fengguang pouted pitifully.
“I’ll pay you back someday.”

“Too many sweets are bad for your teeth.”

“We’re practically strangers. Why are you concerned about my teeth?”

“If we’re strangers, why did you accept the candied hawthorn I bought for you?”

Fengguang thought for a bit and couldn’t find a comeback. Suddenly, she reached out and poked his cheek with her finger, teasing:
“You sure talk well for a little kid…”

“I’m not a little kid.”
He caught her mischievous hand. The faint smile on his lips remained, but beneath it was a nobility that refused to be questioned. He lightly adjusted his grip on her hand.
“Fengguang, your hand feels very comfortable to hold.”

Fengguang blushed. She never imagined she would be flirted with by a twelve-year-old boy of all people. She quickly pulled her hand back and laughed.
“You little rascal, who taught you to say things like that?”

“That wasn’t flirting. It was the truth.”
His smile dazzled as he added, “And I’m not a little rascal.”

“But to me, you are a child.”

“I’ll grow up.”

“And when you do… I’ll be old.”

Zhou Xing gazed quietly at her. Her smile seemed tinged with something faint and unreachable. Bathed in the golden sunset, she looked as if she might disappear at any moment.

A sudden panic rose in his chest. He took her hand again.
“Will you come home with me?”

The request was far too abrupt, far too unreasonable—completely unlike him.

Fengguang was stunned for a moment, then said softly,
“A-Xing, don’t you know? A man shouldn’t casually ask a woman to go home with him.”

“Why not? Plenty of girls want to go home with me.”
It was true—he’d always been popular among girls.

Fengguang tapped her other index finger lightly against his forehead.
“Silly boy, if a man casually takes a young lady home, it could ruin her reputation.”