TSFLIP Chapter 902

There is NO Chapter 901. This chapter continues from Chapter 900

 

Fengguang’s feelings suddenly became very complicated—not because she was sad at the possibility of never having children, but because, for no clear reason, her chest tightened. She felt sorry for him. She held Song Wuxia tighter, rubbed her head lightly against his chest, and said softly, “It’s okay… it’s really okay. Even without children, the two of us can still live well together.”

“Are you willing to be with me?” he asked, lowering his gaze to look at the top of her head, his eyes deep and unreadable.

She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she asked, “Then let me ask you… do you like me?”

“What do you think?” He gently kissed the corner of her lips, tender to the extreme.

Fengguang’s heart was pounding. “I want to hear you say it.”

“I like you.” His expression softened, and he spoke as if sighing, “I like you so much that I want to hide you away, so that only I can see you.”

Fengguang couldn’t quite tell whether the emphasis was on liking her or on hiding her. Her face flushed red, as though she were drunk, her head spinning. “Since you like me… then I guess I like you too.”

“My honor,” Song Wuxia said, kissing her forehead. His hoarse, sensual voice echoed again and again in her ears.

Having completely lost the ability to think, Fengguang rested her chin on his shoulder and let out a resigned sigh. She thought to herself that this damned eunuch really was far too charming.

Then she suddenly realized something. The hand around his neck moved slightly, and she whispered with a red face, “Shouldn’t you… come out now?”

“Come out of what?” he asked, pretending not to understand.

His feigned innocence only made her blush hotter. “Song Wuxia… don’t play dumb with me!”

Song Wuxia chuckled softly, clearly pleased, and said in a low, unhurried voice, “It’s very comfortable inside Fengguang’s body. I’m reluctant to leave.”

“Y-you… shameless!” She buried her head completely against his shoulder. Her body was clearly reminding her just how embarrassing their current position was, yet she didn’t have skin as thick as his.

“And yet Fengguang likes this shameless version of me.”

Song Wuxia moved slightly again, and Fengguang let out a muffled sound. Although the intense passion had already faded, even the slightest movement was still enough to provoke a reaction from her. In truth, the physical pleasure he gained from this was quite limited; what mattered more was the sense of closeness, the intimacy of being pressed so near to her. The joy he felt mentally far outweighed anything physical.

Clenching her teeth, Fengguang said, “Song Wuxia… don’t get spoiled just because I dote on you!”

“How is this getting spoiled?” he murmured against her earlobe. “Didn’t Fengguang feel pleasure too?”

“Song Wuxia… you only know how to bully me.”

“Of course. I only bully you.” No one else ever caught his eye. Only she had made him go to Yue Pavilion to watch countless live erotic performances, studying carefully before daring to touch her now.

Fengguang bit his shoulder, but she couldn’t bring herself to bite hard. She huffed arrogantly, then muttered softly, “I’ll be magnanimous and let you bully me.”

“Such generosity from Lady Fengguang truly delights me.”

The night grew deeper, and the wind grew colder. The cold air brushed against her bare legs, and she shivered. “I’m cold,” she said.

“Let’s go back inside.”

“Mmm…”

Song Wuxia said softly, “Close your eyes and rest for a bit. We’ll be there soon.”

Fengguang was truly exhausted. As soon as she closed her eyes, she leaned against his shoulder and fell asleep.