TSFLIP Chapter 873

With one hand, Fengguang grabbed the white robe that had fallen to the floor; with the other, she was pressed flat against his smooth chest. Her current position was… sitting squarely on the thighs of a man who was wearing absolutely nothing.

She even had the leisure to think, This guy’s skin is really nice, before the two of them ended up staring at each other.

The atmosphere was unbearably awkward.

At that very moment, the door was pushed open.

Fengguang reacted instantly. She buried her face against Song Wuxia’s chest and put on a clingy, delicate act, calling out sweetly, “My lord, I’m scared~”

She very clearly felt his body stiffen for an instant.

Song Wuxia only froze for that brief moment. Almost immediately, he wrapped one arm around her waist and gently stroked her back with the other, his movements brimming with tenderness. He said softly, “Don’t be afraid. I’m here.”

This time, it was Fengguang’s body that stiffened.

At the same time, her body conveniently blocked all of his most sensitive areas from view.

The people who had burst in didn’t know whether to advance or retreat. The front man called out weakly, “Lord Song…”

They had never imagined they would walk in on Song Wuxia in the middle of such intimate affairs. But wasn’t Song Wuxia a eunuch? He didn’t even have that—so how could he…? Then, almost at once, they came up with a reasonable explanation. It was said that palace eunuchs lacked their manhood, and as for the rest, people had invented all sorts of messy methods.

While the servants hurriedly reassured themselves with these explanations and stood there trembling, Song Wuxia casually lifted a lock of hair from Fengguang’s chest. His phoenix eyes narrowed slightly as he asked in an offhand tone, “Why have you barged in?”

The people at the doorway immediately felt an overwhelming pressure crash down on them. The front man lowered his head and said, “This humble one heard a scream and feared something had happened, so I rashly entered… forgetting that this was Lord Song’s room.”

“A scream?” The corners of Song Wuxia’s lips curved faintly. “A woman’s scream, perhaps?”

“Yes…”

“I thought the people of Lanyue Pavilion were all sharp-minded. Who would have thought there’d be someone so dull? If a woman’s scream comes from my room, is that really so strange?”

At that point, anyone who still didn’t get the hint would truly have to be an idiot.

“Please forgive us, Lord Song! This humble one was reckless and disturbed your peace!”

“Since you know you’ve disturbed my peace…” Song Wuxia gave a soft chuckle. Naked as he was, holding the petite woman in his arms, he somehow still carried the air of a refined, romantic gentleman. But in the next instant, his voice turned cold. “Why aren’t you getting out?”

“Yes, yes, yes… this humble one takes his leave!” Under the weight of his invisible pressure, the group hurriedly bowed and withdrew from the room, carefully closing the door behind them.

Once the unnecessary people were gone, the room fell silent again.

Song Wuxia suddenly felt something warm trickling down his chest. He lowered his head to look at the top of the woman’s head and asked lazily, “Crown Princess, who would’ve thought you would drool in your sleep?”

“You’re the one drooling!” she snapped as she angrily lifted her head—only to reveal two thin streams of red beneath her nose.

She had a nosebleed.

The corner of Song Wuxia’s eye twitched. He produced a handkerchief from somewhere, wiped the blood off his chest, then took the white robe from her hand and draped it over himself. He said, “The Crown Princess has an excess of qi and blood. In the future, it would be best if your meals were a bit lighter—less rich meat and fish.”