TSFLIP Chapter 908

One of Song Wuxia’s arms circled her waist. With something like a quiet sigh, he said, “I like it when you lie on top of me.”

Fengguang lay there quietly. She had never been opposed to intimacy between lovers, but after a while, she grew bored. One hand began to mischievously slide across his smooth chest, slowly moving downward until it reached him there. Song Wuxia froze for a moment. No matter how close they had been before, he had always been careful not to let Fengguang touch that place—the scars there were too ugly.

Her hand moved with careful gentleness. She noticed his reaction and hesitated, puzzled. “Song Wuxia… does this feel good for you?”

His lips trembled slightly as he pulled her closer and answered softly with just two words: “It does.”

Physically, the pleasure he could feel was limited. What mattered more was the deep sense of fulfillment that came simply from the fact that it was her.

“I often think…” Fengguang lifted her head again. “If I’m the only one feeling happy, that’s really unfair. Do you think you like me doing this for you for that reason?”

“No…”

“Right. You don’t.” She buried her face against his neck, breathing in the pleasant scent of him. “So from now on, don’t deliberately do those things just for me anymore, okay?”

After a second of silence, he replied, “Okay.”

Only then did she smile in satisfaction. She withdrew her hand, braced herself against his chest, and propped up her upper body, grinning mischievously. “But today, I want to try something I’ve never done for you before…”

By the time Song Wuxia realized what she meant, she had already curled her body, folding in on herself like a shrimp, her head disappearing between his legs.

The gentle, refined look on Song Wuxia’s face instantly took on an indescribable, mesmerizing haze—beautiful and dangerous all at once.

He suddenly thought that his woman truly had a way of exceeding everything he thought he understood…

By the time lunch approached, Fengguang finally returned to the tent. At her insistent request, Song Wuxia appeared a few moments later than she did. He didn’t understand the point of her pretending nothing had happened, but he had always been a generous man—especially when it came to indulging his woman’s requests, as long as they stayed within reason.

From a distance, he watched Fengguang walk into her tent. Just looking at her back made him unreasonably happy. It was at that moment that the imperial grand preceptor approached.

Xuanhu said, “You’ve already made up your mind.”

Song Wuxia let his smile fade. “From the day I brought Baili Mo to see you, you should have known.”

“So it’s because of the Crown Princess. After so many years of resigning yourself to fate, you finally intend to resist.”

“She is my Fengguang,” Song Wuxia narrowed his eyes and spoke coldly. “Not anyone’s Crown Princess. Grand Preceptor, you know very well what today’s events will mean for the future. If you don’t want the people to suffer, then Baili Min must die here today.”

“His Majesty is, after all, your—”

“The identity you’re talking about is one I don’t need.” Song Wuxia smiled, strikingly seductive. “And once everything is finished, rest assured—I’ll leave the palace with Fengguang. The Baili family’s empire will remain theirs. I won’t take a single piece of it.”