TSFLIP Chapter 960

Fengguang frowned in annoyance. She spat out his finger and said unhappily, “I’m already grown up. I can control myself. I don’t need you to teach me.”

“Don’t push yourself,” he replied. “I don’t want to see you make yourself sick from overeating.”

“Hmph!” She let out another loud burp, which slightly undermined her proud, young-lady composure, so she decided to change the subject.

Because he was wearing a bathrobe, she could see his pale, strong chest—and the neck he usually kept wrapped in a scarf. Only now did she notice a black line along the side of his neck that trailed down over his right shoulder. Curious, she tugged his bathrobe open a little more and saw that the black line wandered irregularly across to the left side of his chest and continued downward… seemingly disappearing somewhere rather suggestive.

Her hand drifted to the black line on his chest. It wasn’t raised or indented, which meant it wasn’t a tattoo.

He arched a brow. “Interested?”

“What is this line?”

“A birthmark,” he answered, pressing down on the hand she had placed on his chest. “I’ve had it since I was born.”

No wonder he wore a scarf even in hot weather—it hid the black birthmark that started at his neck and spread downward.

She sighed in admiration. “Your birthmark is incredible!”

He froze for a moment. He’d expected her to doubt him or ask why he had such a strange mark, but instead she praised it.

She rolled up the sleeve of her right arm and pointed at a small black mole on her forearm. “My birthmark is only this… compared to yours, it’s nothing.”

“That doesn’t count as a birthmark,” he corrected.

At most, it was just a mole.

She insisted stubbornly, “If I say it’s a birthmark, then it’s a birthmark. It may be a mole, but mine doesn’t look like anyone else’s, so it’s my birthmark.”

…Her unreasonable logic, oddly enough, suited him perfectly.

Ming’an patted the top of her head. “Whatever the little girl says it is, that’s what it is.”

“Good. I’m going to sleep now.” She twisted out of his arms and rolled straight onto the bed. “Please remember to turn off the lights on your way out. Thanks.”

He said resentfully, “So once you’re done using me, you don’t need me anymore?”

“Osiris Academy needs you. The Osiris infirmary needs you. The students need you even more. How could I selfishly monopolize you for myself?” she declared righteously, kneeling upright on the bed. “Principal, you should get some rest early—tomorrow’s a workday.”

He leaned forward, one knee on the bed, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her closer. Rubbing his stubbled cheek against her soft face, he retreated with a grin just before she could get angry. “Little girl, if you want a midnight snack, call me anytime.”

With that, he turned and left the room, actually turning off the lights and closing the door behind him.

Fengguang buried her head under the blanket, her face flushed red as she called out, “System, are you there?”

Her tone was light and cheerful, with a hint of excitement—anyone could tell the girl was smitten.

The System didn’t even wait for her to continue; it already knew why she was calling. “Do whatever you want.”

As long as she didn’t break the world while she was at it.

For once, the aloof and elegant System couldn’t even be bothered to address her as “Host.”