Foster Son, Don’t Be So Crazy (42)

Song Jia frowned when the masked man took longer than she thought to return with her dress.

When he came back, he silently gave her the dress through a crack in the door. After Song Jia saw the dress, she gasped in surprise.

The silk fabric was golden in color, which was unusual. It had been sown like a nightgown, but unlike the suffocating fashion of this era, it was styled without sleeves, showing her collarbones and bare arms.

"It's Muga silk! It's Muga silk, isn't it?" she asked excitedly.

"...en," the masked man replied, after a small pause.

She caressed it and thought of that lovely afternoon years ago, when Xiang Feng was still alive. Suddenly, she frowned. First the puzzle box, and now the Muga silk...

Xiang Feng did not attempt to be naughty this time, and obediently waited for her to come out of the bathroom. He was actually planning to massage her body as Song Jia seemed tired, but he did not think, he would not even last for half an hour.

Song Jia came out and noticed that he changed his attire. She asked, "Did you take a bath too?"

Xiang Feng, "..."

He had to.

He grabbed her wrist and led her to the bed. Song Jia wondered what he wanted to do, but he simply gathered her hair and picked up a wooden brush.

Slowly, in gentle strokes, he brushed her hair.

Song Jia thought, this man was really treating her like an invalid.

"...you're aware that I have hands, right?"

"I want to brush your hair," he said simply.

Xiang Feng remembered that back when he was still young, Song Jia used to let him brush her hair before going to bed. One time, he secretly snipped a lock of her hair and put it in a small pouch, carrying it wherever he went.

He shook his head to concentrate as Song Jia was still talking to him.

"You've been brushing my hair for a while now. Aren't you tired?"

She wanted him to quickly leave so that she could plan an escape.

"I'm not tired." Suddenly, he paused. "Is Jia tired?"

According to his memories, she always slept early. Now, it was already late in the evening. She must be completely exhausted.

"Tired."

Right on cue, Song Jia suppressed a yawn. She couldn't help but feel sleepy with the gentle way that he was brushing her hair.

Xiang Feng hugged her waist and pulled her close to him, before putting them in a spooning position on the large bed. Lying sideways, her back was against his chest, his legs were tangled with hers, and his arm was draped around her waist. Xiang Feng acted like the 'big spoon', with Song Jia being the 'little spoon.' It was a position that fitted their bodies tightly together, without a single gap.

Xiang Feng kissed the back of her neck, noticing that the woman inside his arms had turned stiff.

"Is Jia uncomfortable?"

Song Jia dryly chuckled, "...who would be comfortable in this position?"

With the most important point being, she had never intended to sleep together with him anyway!

Song Jia felt, ever since this pervert barged into her life, she never had a single moment of having her personal space. He stuck to her so closely that they almost became conjoined twins.

Xiang Feng breathed in her scent. "I beg to disagree. With Jia inside my arms, I'm comfortable. Mm, very comfortable. Maybe I could sleep deeply this time."

Song Jia craned her neck. "What do you mean you could sleep deeply?"

He had buried his face into her neck, so his voice came out slightly muffled. "I toss and turn in my sleep, and the slightest of sounds can often wake me up. I just realized that maybe it's because I missed Jia."

"You missed me?"

Xiang Feng lifted his face and propped his upper body with his elbow. He glanced at her and nodded with a smile.

"Miss. I miss Jia very, very, very much. I miss Jia's eyes, ears, nose, lips, hair, and skin."

Every time he mentioned a part of her body, he leaned down and kissed it. He particularly focused on her lips, kissing her so deeply that they became swollen.

"I miss Jia's fingers."

He lifted her hand and kissed it, but suddenly frowned when he saw a small scar on her index finger.

"Where did you get this? Was it when you were being chased earlier?"

Song Jia could feel extreme anger on his voice and was a bit shocked, "It doesn't matter. It's only a small scar."

Because she was a half-fairy, she healed more quickly than an average human. And because of the herbal medicine mixed in the bath earlier, almost ninety percent of her wounds had healed and turned back to unbroken skin. It was only this small scar that remained, as it had been scratched deeply by a twig earlier.

Xiang Feng was still angry and felt regret that he had easily killed those assassins. Maybe he should have also made the crown princess lose a limb than only giving her a small bruise around the neck.

"Why doesn't it matter?" Xiang Feng glared at her. "How could you let other things leave a mark on your body? The only marks on your body should all come from me!"

"..."

Truly, the only thing worse than a pervert was a sadistic pervert.

Dissatisfied, Xiang Feng put her index finger into his mouth and started sucking it. Song Jia inhaled sharply, her cheeks flushing. She tried pulling her finger out of his mouth, but he grabbed her wrist and kept her arm still.

"What are you doing?!" Song Jia could barely process the abnormal things that this pervert kept doing to her.

After licking the scar a few times with his tongue, Xiang Feng finally allowed Song Jia to pull her finger out with a wet 'plop.' He was pleased when he saw that her finger was gleaming with his saliva.

"There, I marked you as mine," he said, his handsome face proud.

Song Jia wanted to smack him. She wiped her finger on his shirt.

"Were you born on the year of the dog? How could you slobber your saliva like that!"

Xiang Feng chuckled. "Maybe that's why they call me the 'Hunter,' because I act like a hunting dog."

Song Jia froze.

"The 'Hunter'? Is that your title?"

"Well, it's more like a nickname. Why? Does it bother you?"

Xiang Feng looked down at her and saw that her face was pale. His heart skipped a beat, thinking that his words just now might have made her remember about his bloodthirsty personality.

"Jia..."

Insecure, he tried to lean down and kiss her again, but Song Jia blocked his mouth with her hand. Her blue eyes were wide and horrified.

"Don't kiss me!"