Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Chapter 1086: The Story of Ling and Heng (349)

"The identity card and money are inside. Please bring it to the front desk and let them retrieve it themselves." Feng Ling stood by the door to speak to the security officer.

He received the items and checked both their identity card before nodding: "All right, I'll send it over for you. If there is anything you need, please call the front desk."

"All right, thank you."

Feng Ling closed the door and turned back to see that the man had sat up. He had taken off his coat and tossed it aside, and was currently struggling with the collar of his shirt. He tugged at it impatiently and forced several buttons open, revealing his seductive collarbone. The sight of him carried an ambiguous, wild, and seductive charm.

Feng Ling watched his movements and approached to pick up his coat from the ground. She folded it and placed it on the couch before turning to ask if he was sober. However, before she could speak, the man immediately fell back onto the bed.

She listened to the man's breathing; it was slightly rougher than usual, but only ever so slightly. He was likely feeling warm from the alcohol he had drank.

Feng Ling approached and casually touched his forehead. It seemed like he was running a bit hot; thankfully, it was not a fever.

She entered the bathroom and dampened a towel. She then wiped the man's forehead with it. As she did so, she suddenly realized that despite the years she had known Li Nanheng, she never had such an opportunity to sit by his side and watch him. She was always otherwise preoccupied by something else on her mind.

This man was indeed quite attractive. In the past few years, she had seen quite a lot of good-looking men. The base was completely filled with men; there were surely some attractive ones. However, it seemed like none of them were as attractive as Li Nanheng.

Compared to Mo Jingshen's graceful handsomeness, Doctor Qin's jade-like gentleness and ease, with one glance, Li Nanheng seemed like the type who had been a rough, sunny, and handsome man in his youth. The 'little wolfdog' type, as they called it. And now that he was in his late twenties, he appeared to be in a better shape than most men. The three of them were all very different, but compared Mr. Mo and Doctor Qin who appeared gentle but were in actual fact extremely black-bellied, she was indeed much more comfortable interacting with someone like Li Nanheng.

However, she had also heard others mention that Li Nanheng was in fact extremely black-bellied as well. The only person he treated sincerely was her.

His sincerity was only shown to her.

In the past, Feng Ling had never felt this way.

Since coming to Hai City and meeting Mr. Mo, Feng Ling finally understood what it meant to force clouds into rain with a gentle smile and without a change in expression; what it truly meant to be black-bellied.

If it were Li Nanheng, before forcing said clouds into rain, he would definitely first haul her behind him and inform her exactly where the so-called clouds and wind were. And right as she became prepared to deal with the circumstances, she would learn that he had already resolved everything for her.

These three men had completely different characters, yet miraculously, they had grown to become brothers that were extremely close. Back in Los Angeles and at the base, Feng Ling had always assumed everyone was frightened of Li Nanheng and his nasty temper. It was only after coming here that she learned that when three ruthless men sat together, none of them were frightened of each other. Instead, they would constantly stab each other with knives fearlessly.

And despite this, it seemed like only when Li Nanheng was with Doctor Qin and Mr. Mo, could he really set down all of his defenses and arrogance and be completely relaxed.

After wiping his face, Feng Ling sat by the bed to watch him for another moment. She recalled Li Nanheng's recent indifference and apathy towards her and felt that maintaining such a distance was indeed what she desired.

She was about to stand up to place the towel back to the bathroom when she felt a tight grip around her wrist. Her body was suddenly hauled backwards with force and she fell onto the bed.

The man abruptly turned over and pressed her under him. Feng Ling stared in shock at the man; his back was positioned against the light and his gaze appeared extremely dark and unfathomable. She could not tell if he was sober. Before she could speak, the man's lips, which carried the scent of alcohol, leaned closer.

Feng Ling immediately averted her face, causing the kiss to land on her earlobe. As it was a sensitive spot, her body immediately jumped into action as though it had been startled terribly. She rushed to push him away, but he held her wrists tightly behind her back. The man restrained her easily with one arm and held the back of her head with his other, nudging her head forward and lowering his head once more. His movements caused her to shrink back.

Perhaps because the man was drunk, he seemed to lack self-restrain more than ever. As he pressed himself down, he did not mind his own body weight as he usually would. Right now, he pressed down on her heavily and firmly, to the point where she almost could not breath. She wanted to struggle but was completely held immobile.

Feng Ling cursed darkly in her heart and as he leaned close to kiss her again, she scolded him through gritted teeth: "Wasn't it good enough when you gave me the cold-shoulder? Must you borrow the excuse of being drunk to do such things? You thought you could fool me, or were you trying to fool yourself?"

Li Nanheng's brows knitted slightly and his hot breath brushed against her sensitive ear lobe: "My little wife, let me kiss you, en?"

Feng Ling: "…"

Little wife?

He thought she was his wife?

And so, was he drunk to the point where he wouldn't even recognize the person underneath him?

Feng Ling had assumed she was sufficiently composed, but a large crack suddenly appeared on her heart, causing it to shatter. In a split second, her brain was boiling hot and she abruptly began to struggle with force: "Let go of me! Li Nanheng!"

Although Li Nanheng could still hold her down, now that she was genuinely angered, her punches and kicks were no longer light. Li Nanheng felt the pain from her blow and directly pressed her down firmly, holding her wrists by her sides. He intertwined their fingers and held her hands tightly, lowering his head to look closely at her enraged expression: "Be good, my wife. Just one kiss will do."

"Li Nanheng, you bastard, I thought you still had some humanity, but it turns out you're completely shameless…" Feng Ling's complexion had turned pale from her anger. This man was not only married, he was now confusing her as his wife. And so, was he usually this intimate with his wife at home? What about all of the promises he had sincerely and honestly made to her back then?

After struggling for a long while, she still could not escape his hold. In a fit of anger, she turned to bite down on his shoulders. However, the man took advantage of her movements and shifted forward to catch her lips, immediately kissing her deeply and intimately.

Feng Ling almost suffocated from his abrupt and harsh kiss. Her body was on the verge of trembling in anger and she glared harshly at the man.