Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Chapter 1084: The Story of Ling and Heng (347)

Li Nanheng glanced at her expressionlessly. His eyes were half-lidded as he watched her. Upon meeting his dark, unfathomable gaze, Feng Ling directly shifted her eyes away.

The man remained watching her as he spoke: "Who knows. I should be able to."

As he spoke, he stood up from where he was leaning against the wall. It wasn't clear if he was moving intentionally, or if he really had trouble standing straight, but he abruptly staggered two steps forward to her side. All of a sudden, almost half of his body weight was pressing down on her.

Feng Ling was caught off guard by his sudden action. She rushed to hold him up but was still forced to take two steps back. Their positions were almost reversed and she was almost pressed against the wall.

Thankfully, her reflexes were good.

Feng Ling furrowed her brows at the scent of alcohol clinging onto the man's body. She pressed both her palms against his chest firmly and turned to lift his arms. She watched as Li Nanheng kept his head lowered as though he could stand upright. With the light behind them, she could not see his eyes properly, but the scent of alcohol on his body was heavy.

The man did not say anything and rested half of his body weight on her. Feng Ling wanted to speak up, but she felt that with the way he was drunk, there was no point in saying anything. She turned to see that Mr. Mo had already left and only the two of them were left. She could only support him out.

When they arrived at the entrance, after experiencing the cold wind outside, it was clear that Li Nanheng had become even more tipsy. He searched for his car keys while staggering toward the parking lot. Despite his drunken state, she found it difficult to stop him in his tracks.

Feng Ling rushed to hold onto his arm: "Don't go there. How do you expect to drive when you're drunk? I'll send you back."

Li Nanheng appeared not to have heard anything. He shifted his arm and waved her hand away to head toward his car. Feng Ling turned to see that Ji Nuan's car had already been driven away by a bodyguard. She found this slightly strange. Mrs. Mo knew that she was still here; she definitely wouldn't be heartless enough to drive the car away. After all, she could take Mr. Mo's car home.

However, everyone had already left. Only Li Nanheng's car remained.

After checking the parking lot, although Feng Ling could not understand much, she still snatched the car key away from Li Nanheng's hand. She then supported him toward the Jeep, saying: "Where are you staying right now? I'll drive you back."

The man leaning against her did not speak, but he tilted his head toward her. Feng Ling furrowed her brows and lifted her hand to nudge his head away. In the end, she used too much force and the man stumbled forward, almost falling onto his car.

Feng Ling rushed to pull him back but the man subconsciously held onto her arm and directly tugged her toward him. Feng Ling fell forward from his sudden force and as she landed against the car door, she was pressed down by the man from behind. He stood behind her, locking her tightly between his chest and the car door.

Feng Ling's face was pressed on the freezing cold car window and her mind was especially clear. She was about to kick him away when the man easily blocked her leg and pressed her down. His chin rested against her shoulder as he abruptly held her. The scent of alcohol clung onto his body.

"Li Nanheng!" Feng Ling finally noticed that something was amiss. Her expression turned upset, but she was held down firmly by the man and could not turn back. She could only ask with a cold expression: "Are you pretending to be drunk?!"

The man behind her did not speak. He continued holding her heavily. His arms locked around her like steel, keeping her in his embrace. Feng Ling suspected that from the beginning, the man had wanted for her to send him home. Otherwise, with his tolerance, how could he have gotten drunk so easily?

"Let go!" Feng Ling's anger was growing: "Let go!"

The man shifted and, as though he was doing it unintentionally, he began to rub his chin back-and-forth against the back of her neck. The prickly sensation of his stubble caused Feng Ling's goosebumps to rise. She could not hold herself back and was above to lift her elbow to shove against his abdomen with force. However, as usual, the man was able to predict and neutralise all of her movements. As she lifted her elbow, he casually held it so that she could not apply any force backward. When she tried to move her feet, he pressed it down firmly with his own. He did not allow her the slightest opportunity to struggle.

"Li Nanheng!" Feng Ling was seriously angered. Her cheek was pressed against the window as she spoke coldly: "Don't mess about in public! Let go of me!"

The man leaned against the back of her neck and spoke with a husky voice: "How am I messing about? Do you mean to say that, if we're not in public, I can do as I please with you?"

Feng Ling frowned. No matter how she tried to move, she was held down firmly by him. The anger drove her to shift her body in an attempt to struggle. Eventually, even her fingers were struggling against his palms. All of a sudden, a car drove by from the side and it's headlights were somewhat blinding. She instinctively shifted her head away and Li Nanheng seemed to sense that she was affected by the light. In order to allow her movements, he relaxed his strength slightly.

She immediately took advantage of this and tugged her hands out with force. She abruptly spun around and met the man's gaze. She was about to lift her feet to kick him aside, when she saw that his slightly intoxicated eyes were stained with a certain light. He lowered his head to watch her and despite his black pupils, his eyes seemed to be radiating light.

The words she was about to scold were swallowed back. She watched him coldly: "You…"

The man before her watched her with his head lowered. It was as though he was able to press her down even more comfortably now that she had turned around. As he watched her, he noticed that she had pursed her lips in anger. His gaze darkened and he slowly lowered his head to lean close.

Feng Ling's heart skipped a bit and just as he was about to kiss her, she abruptly shifted her head away to avoid him.

The man did not become affected by her action. Just as Feng Ling assumed he would only be able to reach her cheek, he abruptly fell toward the side and onto her body. His head was pillowed on her shoulder and his entire body weight was resting on her.

Feng Ling subconsciously rushed to hold him up before abruptly pushing him an arm's length away. She watched as the man appeared on the verge of collapse, as though he was genuinely half-drunk and unable to stand straight, and felt her teeth itching with hatred.