Feng Guang slept for a full day and night, not only because she was injured, but also because her body was undergoing certain changes after drinking blood for the first time.
She opened her eyes and stared at the white ceiling for a minute. Then she moved her body and realized that she was sore and uncomfortable all over. She quickly remembered what had happened yesterday.
She lifted her hand from under the covers, but saw no injury. She paused for a moment, then touched her face, which was also unharmed. Finally, she sat up abruptly, threw off the covers, and looked at the obviously loose-fitting shirt she was wearing. It took her a while to process what she was seeing. Finally, she jumped off the bed, but as soon as she landed, her right leg gave way, and she fell to the floor with a thud. Immediately, the door to the room opened.
A man walked in. "Little girl, are you alright?"
Feng Guang sat on the ground, rubbing her head where she had bumped it. She looked at the long-haired man wearing an apron and holding a spatula, and for a moment she was dazed. Then she said blankly, "Hello, I'm looking for your twin brother, Ming An."
“My twin brother…” he squatted down in front of her and said in a nonchalant tone, “He ran away with the money he owes. If you want to collect the debt, you can go to him. If you want to pay back the money, you can come to me.”
Feng Guang's eyes twitched. "Principal!"
"Hmm?" He rested his chin on one hand, his voice rising at the end, looking at her with a casual gaze.
Feng Guang said, "I smelled something burning."
"Oh no, my food!" Ming An stood up, turned around and ran out of the room.
She clutched her chest and breathed a sigh of relief, not daring to admit that her heart had been pounding wildly when she was facing him, and that she had inexplicably felt an urge to hug and kiss him...
Feng Guang held her head in distress. What was wrong with her? She was supposed to be trying to win over the student council president, Wen Xian, not falling for this unkempt middle-aged man!
Just as she was struggling with her own thoughts, Ming An rushed to the door again. He scratched his hair and asked hesitantly, "Want to eat?"
“…Yes.” She clutched her stomach; when it came to food, she could overlook everything else.
Ming'an walked to her side, naturally bent down towards her, and extended his hands.
Feng Guang asked nervously, "What are you going to do?"
"I'll carry you to dinner." Ming'an paused, then asked matter-of-factly, "Do you think you can walk now?"
cannot.
Her silence revealed the answer.
Ming An put one arm around her waist and the other through her legs, easily giving her a princess carry. Feng Guang was too shy to wrap her arms around his neck, so she just gently grabbed his collar. Her heart was pounding, especially when she smelled the faint scent of alcohol on him. She felt like her heart was going to jump out of her chest, and she couldn't help but grip his clothes even tighter.
He suddenly stopped in his tracks.
Feng Guang looked up at him, only to see him say in a serious tone, "Young girls always have fantasies about men who are older than themselves, so if you like me, don't be shy, it's a very normal thing."
Fengguang was like a cat with its fur standing on end, saying, "Don't get all sentimental! Who would like an old man like you!"
"Little girl, don't you like me?" he said, seemingly quite troubled. "Uncle, I think I still like you quite a bit."
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