TSFLIP Chapter 907

“Song Wuxia… I like you.” She lifted her head and lightly brushed a kiss against his lips. “Your body, your flaws—everything about you, I like it all.”

He pressed a hand to the back of her head, pulling her firmly against him, and kissed her deeply, intensifying the kiss. “I know,” he said. “You like me.”

He had known it for a long time.

From time to time, she would gaze at him in a daze, and the moment he looked back, she would deliberately pretend she hadn’t been looking at anything at all.

Perhaps at the very beginning, he had only regarded her as something that belonged to Baili Mo, an accessory at best. But at some point, he began to enjoy teasing her, bullying her just a little, watching her glare at him in anger while daring not to say anything. He found it endlessly amusing.

Song Wuxia had entered the palace at a young age and had never experienced the stirrings of first love. When it finally came to him, he didn’t realize that—just like a child who liked someone all the more the more they tried to provoke them—it was simply a way of drawing her attention.

He had never thought of himself as immature. On the contrary, he was always purposeful. He knew exactly what he wanted, and once he was certain of it, he acted. To achieve his goals, he never hesitated to use extreme measures—whether it was choosing to enter the palace and become a eunuch, or that night when he had almost forced Fengguang, most uncompromisingly, to become his woman.

He wasn’t unaware of the rumors circulating in the palace. Some said the crown princess was immoral, that she was entangled with a eunuch and had disgraced the Xia family. Though Song Wuxia suppressed those voices, he knew Fengguang would inevitably hear some of them. Yet she had always been indifferent.

Because she had never once regarded his status as something lowly.

Every night when he went to her under the pretense of “deepening their bond,” she would wear an expression that clearly said Why are you here again?—but he knew she was happy. Happy to see him, happy to whisper against him, happy to fall asleep in his arms.

She was too perfect. Even someone as shameless as Song Wuxia couldn’t help but wonder whether someone as incomplete as himself truly deserved her. And so he devised all sorts of ways to make it up to her. Those rare little gifts were only superficial—what he truly preferred was making up for it in bed, giving her the greatest pleasure possible, ensuring she would never feel dissatisfied with his body.

But Song Wuxia had miscalculated.

Fengguang had always possessed boundless enthusiasm when it came to intimacy with him. Even though her modesty forced her to suppress it, never allowing it to show openly, the feeling was always there.

She was a girl whose words never quite matched her heart. He had known that for a very long time.

When the lingering, heated kiss finally ended, Fengguang realized she had pushed Song Wuxia down onto the ground, and she was now lying on top of him. The fabric on her right side still barely covered her pale, soft curves, while the left side of her clothes had already been pulled open by him. Her bare skin pressed against his garments, making her feel slightly uncomfortable.

She frowned faintly and tried to pull her clothes back into place, but he caught her hand. With disarming ease, Song Wuxia tugged open his own clothes with one hand, revealing a lean, strong chest. Holding her hand, he applied a little pressure, pulling her back down onto him.

This time, her body pressed directly against his bare skin—and there was no longer any need for her to feel uncomfortable at all.