When this request was made, not only Feng Guang, but even Song Wuxia herself was stunned.
This was completely unlike what he would say. He couldn't find a reasonable explanation, so he could only attribute it to the fact that she was too beautiful. Song Wuxia never denied that Feng Guang was a beauty in his eyes, but what did it matter if she was a beauty? He had seen all kinds of beauties, and the so-called "beauty" was just a label in his eyes, like vegetables and radishes, nothing special.
More importantly, no matter how beautiful a person is, he cannot feel any sexual interest in them.
Today is truly beyond the realm of common sense.
After a long silence, Feng Guang asked seriously, "Is what you said true?"
The faint smile on his lips suddenly turned slightly tense. "I never lie."
"Alright." She nodded as if she were a hero going to her execution, slowly raised her head, and kissed his cheek.
Song Wuxia's expression remained unchanged, but the hand that was holding her unconsciously loosened its grip.
He didn't speak.
Feng Guang looked at him for a while, and seeing that he was silent, she thought that she had kissed him in the wrong place. She gritted her teeth, and like a martyr being dug up and whipped, she closed her eyes and placed a kiss on his lips.
The atmosphere was deathly silent.
Song Wuxia's body stiffened, his pupils contracted, and when that soft touch covered his lips, his heartbeat seemed to stop.
This was an experience he had never had before.
He didn't know if this was love, but at least it didn't make him hate it. Just as he was about to savor the feeling and figure out what kind of emotion it was, she had already stepped back, ending the fleeting kiss.
Seeing that he was still silent, Feng Guang blushed and said in an annoyed tone, "Didn't you say you just wanted me to kiss you once? I've already kissed you twice, you're not going to renege on your promise, are you?"
She trusted him so much because he could give her a reasonable explanation. He was Song Wuxia, the director of the Western Depot, the true leader of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, and a confidant of the old emperor, a powerful and treacherous minister.
A treacherous minister… Oh right, how could she forget that he was a treacherous minister!?
"Song Wuxia!"
"I can hear you, there's no need to call me so loudly." Song Wuxia was still the same Song Wuxia, with a calm and composed demeanor, a lazy and elegant posture, and a half-smile. Everything was as usual, without any difference.
Feng Guang inexplicably felt that his eyes held a hint of spring, and the smile in them was even more captivating than usual. His hormonal aura seemed to have reached its peak at this moment. She jumped off his lap in a flash, standing three steps away from him, and said nervously, "Song Wuxia! Are you possessed by a ghost?!"
Song Wuxia's brow twitched, barely suppressing the urge to slap her to death, and she said through gritted teeth, "What made the Crown Princess think I was possessed by a ghost?"
"Otherwise, how could you be so flirtatious?!" Feng Guang exclaimed, "You're like a wildcat in heat!"
"Didn't the Crown Princess just see that?" he laughed. "I can't get aroused."
Fengguang: "..."
Yes, he's a eunuch, how could he be in heat?
She felt that she had spoken without thinking and touched a raw nerve, and then felt guilty and said, "Song Wuxia... don't be discouraged. If you try harder, I think there is still hope."
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