The kiss came so suddenly that Fengguang was stunned for a long time before he could recover. Not content with just a fleeting taste, he began to pry open her teeth with his tongue, his long tongue plunging in to gently savor every sweet taste in her mouth.

Feng Guang's face flushed crimson. She couldn't resist such a gentle kiss. With each stroke of his tongue, her body trembled slightly, and even the air seemed to become inexplicably sweet. Her blushing and pounding heart were not enough to describe her state at that moment.

It felt like an eternity before he finally released her, but as he left, he licked her lips with the tip of his tongue. "Now... are you able to calm down?"

No, she became even more agitated!

As Feng Guang's slap landed, the force was inexplicably reduced, and in the shadows, a group of ghosts who had been hiding to watch the show gasped in terror.

Her face was flushed, and even her attempt to speak in a normal voice sounded incredibly weak, "You scoundrel!"

“It’s alright.” He wasn’t angry or annoyed at all; instead, he laughed with great pleasure. “If a kiss only earns you a slap, then I’ll do something even worse to you. You can stab me with a knife if you want.”

Feng Guang's forehead twitched. "Are you a masochist?!"

"Does being a masochist mean someone like me?" A look of confusion appeared in his eyes, with an innocent charm. "If this is what being a masochist means, then I guess I am."

But she doesn't want to be a sadist!

An image involuntarily flashed in her mind: her wielding a small leather whip, a handsome man groveling beneath her, and strangely, it felt somewhat arousing… Wait, she's not like that!

"Your nose is bleeding." The man put her down, bent down slightly, and considerately took out a handkerchief to wipe the blood from her nose. He blinked and asked, "Is it because you have a fever?"

Feng Guang's face was burning. The way he asked her so seriously made her feel even more ashamed. After all, she considered herself someone who could afford to drive a car, and she had read plenty of erotic novels. How could she be so easily tempted now?

She looked up at the man who was much taller than her. Oh no, this height difference was just too cute for her... She shook her head hard and told herself that she should like Ning Yi, not fall for this man she had just met.

She took a few steps back, her attitude firm. "Sir, I think we should maintain a safe distance."

"Why?" He stood there, his hand holding the handkerchief falling to the ground helplessly. At that moment, he easily evoked a sense of guilt in people who felt they shouldn't have abandoned him.

Feng Guang felt a pang of conscience. She had always been helpless with people like this. Not only was she helpless, but she also wanted to hug and comfort them. It was a sudden impulse that arose unexpectedly. She didn't understand why, but she tried her best to restrain this urge, which felt like comforting a pet. "Because I already have someone I like! I can't have anything to do with you!"

"You have someone you like?" He smiled, his smile gentle. "Is it that little brat from the Ning family?"

The word "little kid" seemed strangely comical when applied to Ning Yi, causing Feng Guang's mood to become somewhat complicated. She quickly recovered and asked, "How did you know that I like someone from the Ning family?"

“That’s not important,” he chuckled. “What’s important is that you like him, so I’ll just kill him.”