Feng Guang looked at the person who had suddenly appeared, "Didn't you ask me to come find you at midnight?"
The person who arrived was none other than Song Wuxia, dressed in white, her clothes as pure as snow.
He walked up to her, raised an eyebrow and smiled with an air of irresistible charm, "When did I arrange to meet you at midnight?"
"You took a candied hawthorn from the third box today..."
Song Wuxia let out a pleasant chuckle, "Isn't Fengguang overthinking things?"
Isn't that how it's portrayed in Journey to the West? When Patriarch Bodhi tapped Sun Wukong's head three times, he was actually hinting that Sun Wukong should come to him at midnight.
Feng Guang, unusually feeling that she had been clever for once, refused to believe that she was just being delusional. "Am I really overthinking things?"
“Of course, I don’t know which box I took the item from, which might cause Feng Guang to misunderstand.” Song Wuxia smiled. “However, Feng Guang thought I was inviting you to meet at midnight, and I’m very happy that you came.”
Feng Guang pouted, realizing she had indeed been overthinking things. She asked, "If that's not what you meant, then why are you here now?"
"I was just curious what Feng Guang was up to by leaving his palace in the middle of the night."
"Song Wuxia, are you spying on me?"
Song Wuxia touched her nose and chuckled, "You flatter me. This is concern, how can it be considered surveillance?"
"Then you can continue standing here and showing your concern!" Realizing she was being watched, she wasn't in a good mood. She turned away defiantly, "I'm going back!"
He called out from behind her, "Fengguang."
She didn't stop walking away; immediately, a hand wrapped around her waist, and her back bumped into the man's strong chest.
Song Wuxia wrapped one arm around her waist and used the other to hold her chin, making her tilt her head back. Then, he lowered his head and kissed her lips.
Feng Guang opened his eyes wide.
Feng Guang passively accepted the passionate kiss, and she couldn't help but close her eyes.
After a long while, perhaps Song Wuxia felt satisfied, he finally released her lips. Seeing her panting and flushed face, he wickedly licked the corner of her lips with the tip of his tongue, and made her turn around so that she was now trapped in his arms facing him.
Song Wuxia gently lifted her chin, preventing her from lowering her head in embarrassment, and asked softly, "Do you like it?"
The voice was husky and sexy, soothing to the bone.
Feng Guang's face turned bright red, and after a moment, she nodded unconsciously.
Song Wuxia smiled and said, "Let's do it again."
She was about to speak when his lips sealed hers again. This time, the kiss wasn't as urgent as before; he slowly sucked and licked, as if savoring a sweet pastry.
Feng Guang felt his hand, which was on her waist, begin to wander...
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