TSFLIP Chapter 877

As soon as the request was made, not only Fengguang but even Song Wuxia himself was stunned.

This was completely unlike something he would normally say. He couldn’t find a reasonable explanation, so he could only attribute it to the fact that she was too beautiful. Song Wuxia had never denied that Fengguang was a beauty in his eyes—but what did that matter? He had seen all kinds of beautiful women. To him, “beauty” was nothing more than a label, like cabbage or radishes—hardly worth mentioning.

More importantly, no matter how beautiful someone was, it had never stirred even the slightest bit of desire in him.

Today was truly beyond all reason.

After a long silence, Fengguang asked seriously, “Are you telling the truth?”

The faint smile at the corner of his lips tightened slightly. “I never lie.”

“Alright, then.” She nodded, looking as though she were a warrior heading to her death. Slowly lifting her head, she kissed his cheek.

Song Wuxia’s expression didn’t change, but the hand gripping hers loosened unconsciously.

He said nothing.

Fengguang watched him for a moment. Seeing his silence, she thought perhaps she’d kissed the wrong place. Gritting her teeth, as if a fallen martyr were being dragged out for posthumous punishment, she shut her eyes tight and pressed a kiss to his lips.

The room fell deathly still.

Song Wuxia’s entire body stiffened. His pupils contracted sharply. When that soft warmth touched his lips, his heartbeat seemed to stop.

It was a sensation he had never experienced before.

He didn’t know whether this was like liking someone. At the very least, it didn’t disgust him. But just as he wanted to savor it, to understand what kind of feeling this was, she had already pulled back, ending the fleeting, dragonfly-light kiss.

Seeing that he was still silent, Fengguang flushed and said irritably, “Didn’t you say one kiss would be enough? I kissed you twice already—you’re not going to go back on your word, are you?”

She trusted that he would give her a reasonable answer because he was Song Wuxia—the Director of the Western Depot, the true power behind the Imperial Guard, and a favored confidant of the old emperor, a grand villain who held sway over the entire court.

A villain… Right. How could she forget that he was a villain?!

“Song Wuxia!”

“I can hear you. There’s no need to shout.” Song Wuxia was still Song Wuxia—calm and detached, lazily elegant, with that half-smiling expression. Everything was just as usual, no different at all.

And yet Fengguang inexplicably felt that there was a hint of springtime warmth at the corner of his eyes, that his smile was even more intoxicating than usual. Even the hormone-laden aura around him seemed to flare to its peak at that moment. With a whoosh, she jumped off his lap and retreated three steps away, saying nervously, “Song Wuxia! Are you possessed by a ghost?!”

His brow twitched. He forcibly suppressed the urge to slap her to death and said through clenched teeth, “What makes the Crown Princess Consort think I’m possessed?”

“Then why are you being so shamelessly seductive?!” Fengguang shouted. “You look just like a feral cat in heat!”

“Didn’t you just see for yourself?” he said with a smile. “I can’t go into heat.”

Fengguang: “……”

Right. He was a eunuch. How could he go into heat?

Realizing she’d spoken without thinking and poked at a painful spot, guilt washed over her. She said remorsefully, “Song Wuxia… don’t lose heart. If you work a little harder, I think there’s still hope.”