Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Chapter 1038: The Story of Ling and Heng (301)

Perhaps because the hallway was quite chilly, Feng Ling felt cold after standing there for a moment. She walked past her apartment and entered the apartment next door.

She had asked the security officer to buy the medication for her. This trip took her less than twenty minutes. However, it seemed like Li Nanheng was really tired. He originally sat on the sofa to wait for her, but when she returned, she saw that the man had dozed off on the couch.

Although he was asleep, he remained in a sitting position. His slightly pale complexion did not contain much expression, as though the injury on his neck wasn't that serious. He completely did not worry much about it.

However, Feng Ling had learned a lot about acupuncture points when she was in XI Base. She understood the weakest points in the human body. An injury on the spot behind his neck had the potential to be fatal. Even if the victim didn't lose his life, he would still lose consciousness; even if he didn't lose consciousness, he would definitely still be affected in some ways. In any case, this couldn't be taken lightly. There was a need to check the injury carefully.

She had thought to use the excuse of applying the medication for him to see if his injury was serious.

But he had actually fallen asleep.

After entering the apartment, Feng Ling placed the medicine on the table and stood by the sofa. Although she didn't wish to look, she still noticed that there wasn't anything in this apartment related to her. As she stood by the side, her gaze eventually returned to the man.

A moment later, Feng Ling approached and picked up a neatly folded blanket by the side. She gently shook it open and laid it over him.

The man did not open his eyes, but as she laid the blanket over him, his brows moved slightly.

Feng Ling saw that he did not wake up and hesitated for a moment. She then picked up the medicine tube and squeezed some out onto her hands. She turned to look at the man and carefully tugged his collar down. His head was slanted to the side as he slept and she took advantage of his position to apply the medicine onto the skin on the back of his neck.

However, his posture only revealed a small portion of his injury. The bruise extended all the way down to his mid-back.

Feng Ling carefully shifted the man and lowered her head to watch him, concerned that she would wake him up. A moment later, she abruptly stood up from the sofa and took a step back. "Turn over if you're awake. I'll apply the medicine for you."

Li Nanheng opened his eyes to look at the perceptive woman. He did not say a single word as he shifted his head over to cooperate with her.

Seeing his actions, the words Feng Ling was about to use to reprimand him were caught in her throat.

Earlier, he was actually pretending to be asleep?

He pretended to be asleep even though he knew she was applying the medicine for him!

Mentally ill.

Feng Ling cursed him in his heart but on the surface, she did not show much. Only her expression was poor as she brought the medicine with her. She was about to tug his shirt down further when the man decisively undid the buttons on his collar and casually took his shirt off. He directly… took it off…

Her vision was suddenly filled with the image of the man lazily leaning sideways on the sofa with his perfect figure completely revealed. Feng Ling's hand strangely trembled for a moment. Her gaze lingered on his abdominal and chest muscles before moving along his arms. Eventually, her gaze stopped on his back. The prominent wound left by the metal rod still caught hold of her attention immediately.

Even though she saw him unclothed frequently in the past. She even admitted to herself that, before he treated her as a woman, he frequently walked around her without a shirt.

It wasn't as though she had never seen it before. Why was she suddenly feeling a little embarrassed.

She leaned over and bent down to check the wound on his back. She applied the medication on her fingers against his back and carefully rubbed the acupuncture spots close to his injury.

Li Nanheng leaned sideways on the sofa as he felt her careful movements. He closed his eyes to enjoy the coolness of the medicine and her gentle touch. As she massaged his acupuncture points, he felt a light ached from his injury. He lifted one side of his lips to say: "There's no need to rub it. I told you, it isn't a serious injury. No matter if it's years ago, right now, or even in the future, you should always remember this; trust the words that I say to."

Feng Ling did not respond. She confirmed that the injury wasn't serious, and that it was really just a bruise before she finally set her heart at ease. She applied the medicine over his entire bruise.

"Move your shoulders to the left. I can't get to the bruise on this side," Feng Ling lowered her head.

The man cooperatively shifted his shoulders for her.

Finally, when the medicine was properly applied, Feng Ling tightened the lid around the tube. She was about to go wipe off the remnants of the medicine from her fingers. However, before she could leave from the sofa, the man who had been obediently and cooperatively leaning against the sofa, suddenly reached his hand over to hold her wrist.

Feng Ling paused in her movements and turned back.

The man had also turned to look at her. As the medicine had yet to dry, he couldn't lean against the sofa for now. He sat right there, holding onto her wrist and watching her.

Time slowly passed, but Feng Ling's gaze remained unmoved. She took his injuries into account and did not struggle. She only said, "Let go."

Li Nanheng naturally did not listen. He continued watching her. "Stay at my place tonight?"

His words naturally led her to consider an important problem.

She didn't bring her keys with her.

Feng Ling tugged her hand out of his grip and turned to walk away from the sofa. She tossed the medicine back onto the coffee table and tugged out a napkin to wipe the remaining medicine off of her fingers. She walked around the coffee table as she did so, maintaining a suitable distance between them. She then tossed the napkin into the wastepaper basket without speaking.

Li Nanheng sat unmoving on the couch to watch her distant demeanor. "I really don't have any spare keys here. This isn't a suitable time to call someone over to help you unlock your door. You can do that tomorrow morning. Sleep here first?"

"It's almost daylight. I won't sleep." Feng Ling checked the time. "You can sleep if you wish to. I'll just sit in the living room for a while."

Li Nanheng's ink-black pupils were unmoving as he watched her. "I'll sit with you."

"There's no need." Feng Ling looked at the man's pale complexion. "You're injured. You should rest. I slept some earlier, so I'm not tired right now. Besides, I won't sleep well in an unfamiliar environment. Even if we're only separated by a wall, this isn't my place. It's fine if you let me sit here for a while. I wish to be alone."