TSFLIP Chapter 900

Fengguang’s heart started pounding wildly. Panicked, she pressed down on the hand moving restlessly over her chest through her clothes, her face burning red. A soft gasp escaped from between their lips. “Song Wuxia…”

“Be good… don’t talk,” Song Wuxia murmured against her lips, then kissed her deeply again.

His movements were gentle yet forceful, slow but powerful.

Fengguang’s breathing grew rapid. Her body went weak, completely losing its strength as she melted into his arms.

Song Wuxia shifted a step to the side, pressing her back against the wall. His kisses left her lips, traveling slowly to her cheek, her earlobe, and then to her delicate collarbone. In a low voice, he said, “Fengguang… I have feelings for you.”

As if to prove his words, he pressed his body closer. Fengguang felt something hard against her lower abdomen and froze, eyes widening in shock. She could hardly believe that the half-joking, half-educational things she had once said had actually turned out to be true.

If it were just a simple desire, it would have been hard for Song Wuxia to react like this. More than that, it was the joy surging through his mind that triggered the physical response. Maybe it wouldn’t last long, but it was still enough to make one startled and flustered.

Fengguang didn’t know whether it was her curiosity or her excessive inquisitiveness, but by the time she realized what she was doing, her hand had already touched him there.

Song Wuxia’s breath caught, and even his movements stopped. He lowered his head and looked at her quietly, the emotion of confusion appearing on his face for the first time.

Fengguang asked shamelessly, “Do you… feel anything when I touch you here?”

Song Wuxia shook his head.

Fengguang felt a little disappointed.

Then he said seriously, “Maybe you could move your hand a bit and let me feel again.”

She hesitated for a moment, then clenched her teeth and nodded. Her small hand began to move slowly. Her actions were clumsy and inexperienced. Feeling too shy to look at him, she simply lowered her head and buried her face tightly against his chest.

Then she felt what she was holding grow even larger.

Forgetting her embarrassment, she looked up at him again—only to be met with a scorching kiss. As her body temperature rose, she realized she had been tricked again.

Song Wuxia pulled back slightly from her lips. “Hold on to me.”

She obediently raised her arms and wrapped them around his neck.

With one hand, Song Wuxia easily lifted her hips, guiding her legs to wrap around his waist. The next moment, she felt a sudden coolness below—her undergarments had already been torn apart. Before she could protest, she felt the burning heat of him pressing against her most sensitive place.

Song Wuxia gently bit her earlobe. “Didn’t Fengguang once say that if I tried hard enough, there might be hope? Let’s test that now, shall we?”

Wait… wasn’t this moving way too fast?!

She was just about to say “no” when her lips were sealed again. Immediately afterward, a sharp, tearing pain surged through her body. She stiffened, her nails digging into the flesh of his neck, yet not a single cry escaped her lips, smothered by his kiss.

Song Wuxia wasn’t having an easy time either, but he was far better at enduring it than she was. When her body finally relaxed a little, he whispered in her ear, “So this is what Fengguang meant by success after effort… a feeling that eats away at bone and soul.”

Fengguang bit down hard on his shoulder in retaliation, refusing to lift her head or let out any sound that might betray her embarrassment.

Song Wuxia’s lips brushed her ear as he greedily inhaled her scent, his breath coming in heavy pants. As his self-control slipped away, he began to move slowly.

Song Wuxia knew he wasn’t a complete man, but for their first time together, he wanted to give her the best memory possible.

A cold breeze swept past, clearing her head slightly. They were outside. She lifted her head, cheeks flushed, breathing unevenly as she whispered, “Song Wuxia… what if someone comes…”

“Don’t worry,” he said softly against her lips. “If anyone comes close, I’ll notice.”

Their breaths tangled together, making her body heat rise even higher.

Song Wuxia murmured, “Besides… wouldn’t it be good if others saw that you belong to me?”

No!

She would lose all her dignity!

…

He kissed her lips again, laughing softly. “Already?”

Fengguang stared at him wide-eyed. He still looked refined and composed—aside from the trace of desire shining in his smiling eyes, nothing betrayed what he had just done.

The part of him still inside her had already softened, yet he seemed reluctant to leave, remaining there without moving, as though savoring the warmth.

After hesitating for a moment, Fengguang asked, “Song Wuxia… you didn’t…?”

“I was never able to,” he said, knowing what she wanted to ask. He buried his head in her neck and kissed her pale skin before speaking slowly. “Fengguang, I can never give you children. But if you regret this, it’s already too late.”

Because he lacked the necessary physical capability, he didn’t experience the same climax as an ordinary man, and naturally, he couldn’t give her children.

Song Wuxia had always believed in striking first. Since he had decided to take her, he would do so completely—and in a forceful way that left her no chance to regret it.