Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Chapter 1078: The Story of Ling and Heng (341)

Such a noise caused the originally composed man to tighten his chin. As he watched her, the atmosphere seemed to hint that the peace and quiet was about to be broken. This sense of suppression attacked Feng Ling and she instinctively attempted to open her eyes. However, she could only do so slightly. She watched the man in slight confusion.

Due to his desire, Li Nanheng's expression appeared even darker. He stood before the room lights and his shadow cast itself over her face.

"You're still not awake?" the man asked softly. His voice was deep, low, and slightly husky.

Feng Ling only watched him. She slowly and gradually blinked a few times.

She watched the man's deep gaze without moving her eyes away.

"Do you remember where you are? Do you know who I am? Have you recalled your own circumstances?" The man watched her meaningfully. His narrowed eyes seemed to contain light; it was unbelievably sharp.

Feng Ling's consciousness was barely there. As she watched him, she felt as though there were many overlapping images in her vision. A small part of her heart she had always kept hidden was glowing and heating up. This man appeared as though he had been shrouded with a layer of light that made it impossible for him to be neglected. It was as though he had descended from the sky to break into her cold and dark heart. He had always been in that place; he never once left since he made his way in. However, she had erected a tall wall and obstructed his light. She had forced herself to forget that burning hot and bright presence. She had stayed in a corner without remembering him, and she never once left that corner.

Alcohol caused one to become restless.

At times, when something came to mind, it would only escape under the influence of alcohol. This was the only time it wouldn't be forcefully kept away.

She suddenly smiled. Her gaze was filled with his image. As she laid there, she spoke hoarsely: "Li Nanheng… I like you…"

She could not clearly see the way the man's cold, lonely gaze had suddenly brightened. She continued fixing her gaze on him and spoke in a numb, mechanical manner: "But… you're already married… the media says that you've married the young lady from the Feng family… if you didn't marry Feng Mingzhu… who else can it be…"

She lifted the corner of her lips, as though she was mocking herself: "I do like you… really like… I really like… I like you to the point where even as I was being chased out of the base… I considered throwing my own pride away…"

"But… but…" As she watched him, her eyes became shiny. Even if it was only a hint of tears, it indicated that she wasn't someone who couldn't cry. She was only too good at suppressing herself. She had swallowed down all of the grievance she had endured: "But… I can't call you brother-in-law… while I continue on shamelessly liking you…"

Li Nanheng was originally moved by her rare honesty. However, her last few words caused his expression to instantly become dumbfounded.

Brother-in-law?

What brother-in-law?

Yet, in the next woman, the little woman lifted her head in tears. He felt a soft sensation against his lips. She did not understand how to kiss; even though they had already shared too many kisses, she still did not fully know how to respond. She attempted to move against his lips but still did not even know to shift his lips open with her tongue. She only knew how to keep their lips in contact and to carefully nip against it.

The hint of confusion in Li Nanheng's mind was smashed apart by the sudden surge of moving emotions. His back stiffened and his brows furrowed deeply. He watched her beautiful, dazed little face and abruptly lifted his hand to hold her chin. He threw all of his reservations aside and kissed her deeply, taking the initiative to pry her teeth apart. Their tongues intertwined intimately and the kiss deepened.

Although Feng Ling's hair was short, her skin was extremely fair. Even after enduring the difficult training in the base, her skin condition was never affected. At most, it only caused her to appear healthier than other fair-skinned girls. Her eyelashes were long and when she opened her eyes, they were extremely big and bright. Whenever she kept her gaze on the target stand, her eyes would radiate confidence and light. When she closed it, her lashes appeared like black feathers, tickling once heart and moving them. In this moment, her eyelashes were trembling from the intense kiss.

Li Nanheng nearly could not control himself. He shifted his body on top of her and maintained the deep kiss. He could not restrain himself from reaching his hand into her clothes and exploring upwards.

At the same time, he held the back of her head with his other hand. He did not allow her to move away subconsciously from the meltingly numb sensation. He explored her mouth thoroughly and barely allowed her to catch her breath.

She said that she liked him.

Only the words she had spoken after becoming drunk were the truth.

Back then, everything she had said about not liking him anymore and not loving him anymore; those knives that had stabbed into his heart seemed to have disappeared in an instant. All of the wounds were healed by her tears and the one word 'like.'

Just as he grew dissatisfied with the intimacy and was nearly unwilling to ever let go of her lips; right before he could tug her top open, the little woman who had been working hard to respond suddenly lost all her strength. When her movements stopped, he slowed the kiss and released her. He lowered his head to see that she had actually fallen asleep.

She had fallen asleep once more under the influence of the alcohol. Tears were still clinging onto the corner of her eyes.

Li Nanheng had really never seen her cry before. Not even a single drop of tear.

He watched the tears around her eyes and the tightened strand of nerves in his mind gradually relaxed. His strung-up emotions also eased off. Earlier, he had felt as though he would explode in desire and urge if he did not take her on the spot, but those emotions were finally calming down at the sight of her tears.

He slowly shifted up from on top of her and watched as she slept deeply. He reached out and wiped away the tears from the corner of her eye.

It was wet.

These were actual tears.

Li Nanheng had both palms planted by her side. He released a long breath and sat up by her side. He lowered his head to look at his own desire; there was no way to conceal it. He closed his eyes for a moment and abruptly got off the bed to enter the bathroom. He quickly and decisively took a few minutes of cold shower.

After showering, he moved to put on his clothes. As he casually buttoned up his sleeves, he suddenly recalled something Feng Ling had said about a brother-in-law.

Brother-in-law? Feng Mingzhu?

What did this have to do with his marriage? Back then, they had agreed on keeping it private, yet it was strangely released on the media. But what did that have to do with this?

What brother-in-law?

Li Nanheng felt a little confused. After showering, he watched the little woman sleep with a clearer gaze. He saw that she was maintaining the same position from earlier as she slept.