TSFLIP Chapter 899

Fengguang looked at the person who had suddenly appeared. “Weren’t you the one who asked me to come find you at midnight?”

The man standing there was none other than Song Wuxia, dressed in white as pure as snow.

He walked over to her side, raised an eyebrow, and smiled with unmistakable charm. “When did I ever ask you to meet me at midnight?”

“Today, when you took the candied hawthorn from the third box…”

Song Wuxia let out a light, amused laugh. “Fengguang, are you overthinking this?”

Wasn’t that how it went in Journey to the West? Patriarch Bodhi tapped Sun Wukong on the head three times, which was really a hint for him to come see him at midnight.

For once, Fengguang felt that she had been clever, and she didn’t want to believe she had been imagining things. “So… I really was overthinking it?”

“Of course. I had no idea that taking something from a particular box would cause Fengguang to misunderstand,” Song Wuxia said, his eyes curving into a smile. “However, since you thought I was inviting you to meet at midnight and still came, I’m very happy.”

Fengguang pouted, inwardly cursing herself for reading too much into it. She asked, “If that wasn’t what you meant, then why are you here now?”

“I was simply curious what Fengguang planned to do, sneaking out of her quarters in the middle of the night.”

“Song Wuxia, are you spying on me?”

Song Wuxia rubbed his nose and chuckled awkwardly. “That’s too harsh. This is a concern—how could that be spying?”

“Then you can just stand here and keep ‘being concerned’!” Realizing that her actions had been watched put her in a terrible mood. Fengguang turned around. “I’m going back!”

He called out behind her, “Fengguang.”

She didn’t stop walking. In the next instant, an arm wrapped around her waist, and her back slammed into a man’s firm chest.

Song Wuxia held her waist with one arm while the other hand caught her chin, forcing her to lift her head. Then he lowered his own and pressed his lips against hers.

Fengguang’s eyes flew open.

She passively endured the heated kiss, unable to help but close her eyes.

After a long while—perhaps when Song Wuxia finally felt satisfied—he released her lips. Seeing her flushed face and ragged breathing, he gave a wicked lick to the corner of his mouth, then turned her around so that she was facing him, still trapped in his arms.

Song Wuxia gently lifted her chin so she couldn’t lower her head in embarrassment and asked softly, “Did you like it?”

His voice was low and husky, irresistibly seductive.

Fengguang’s face was burning red. After a moment, she nodded without even realizing it.

Song Wuxia smiled. “Then let’s do it again.”

She was just about to speak when his lips covered hers once more. This kiss wasn’t as urgent as the last—it was slow and lingering, full of gentle sucking and teasing, as though he were savoring a sweet pastry.

Fengguang felt the hand at her waist begin to wander…