Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Chapter 1125: The Story of Ling and Heng (388)

If she intended to let go of the knot in her heart, she would do so fully. Feng Ling wasn't the indecisive type.

However, the main point was that Li Nanheng was slightly too passionate. Now that they had made up, if there were anything else that needed to be said, they could do so after letting go of each other. However, he insisted on pressing her down on the bed for a thorough make-out session. No matter how she tried to avoid him, it was futile. She was pressed down to be kissed and nibbled on for a long time. He even said he needed to take back everything she owed him for the past three years.

Who owed him for three years?

Who?

Feng Ling wanted to kick him, but everything she had learned was taught by him; everything she knew was useless against him. Instead, she was held even more tightly by his steel-like arms. His dominating kiss was about to leave marks on her lips. In a fit of anger, she tried to bite him but the man skillfully took advantage of the situation and intertwined their tongues together. Eventually, she gave up resisting and laid there watching him.

She appeared just like a little kitten that wanted to use it's claws against him but was helpless to do so. Li Nanheng kissed her lips twice, and as though it were insufficient, he planted several more kisses on her face. He finally then turned to lay on his side, holding the slender little woman in his arms. He buried his face in her neck and breathed in her pleasant scent before releasing a long, comfortable breath.

Even though the man did not say anything, Feng Ling could clearly sense that he was in an extremely good mood.

An extremely, extremely good mood.

As she laid in his arms, she recalled the scene when Li Nanheng had come to Boston to look for her. She recalled the way she went into hiding right after leaving the base, and the past one year of separations and reunions. Back when they were in Boston Forest, this man had raised his gun to protect her despite his wounds. She recalled the way he had gritted his teeth and coldly informed her to remember her words after enduring countless rejections from her…

Feng Ling felt a heavy pang against her chest, as though her heart was tightly held in someone's grip.

Her breath was stifled in her body; it couldn't escape nor could it return.

"I've been enduring this for the past three years. Right now, I feel great." The man held her without saying much or doing anything more. He appeared relaxed as though he had finally released a stifled breath.

Feng Ling bit the inside of her cheek silently. She subconsciously gripped the man's T-shirt tightly. Her lips also curved upward without her control.

At this moment, the man suddenly lowered his head to look at her. Feng Ling immediately flattened the curve of her lips and maintained an indifferent expression. Li Nanheng was mindless of her expression. He happily kissed her forehead and continued holding her. He then released another sigh of comfort: "Feels great."

Again!

She did not feel good being held this way for so long.

Feng Ling struggled to sit up but failed to escape his arms. She could only say: "Earlier, Miss Wen had come to have lunch with me. She left without eating anything."

"En, it's fine. She's not an outsider. Find another day to make it up to her." The man held onto her without letting go. His voice was low and husky, but strangely, she could hear the happiness emitting from the bottom of his heart.

Feng Ling: "…What I mean to say is that, I haven't had lunch."

"What do you feel like having?" The man finally then lowered his head to look at her.

"Let's just eat in the hotel, or we can ask them to send the food to our room."

"Let's have them bring it up. Wait for me." Li Nanheng rubbed her hair until it became messy before standing up to retrieve his phone.

Finally, Feng Ling regained her freedom. She sat up and scanned the clothes he was wearing. She recalled the scene of him changing earlier and glanced down at her own wrinkled clothes. She stood up and left the room.

The hotel had already prepared for lunch and their buffet services. Coincidentally, it was lunchtime right now. After calling, within ten minutes, an employee brought the food in.

After arranging the various main dishes and appetizers, the hotel employee left with his food cart.

Earlier, Feng Ling had headed to the bedroom to give Wen Leqing a call. She confirmed that Wen Leqing had left to look for a senior for lunch, and that she wasn't alone right now, before setting her heart at ease.

Feng Ling left the room right as Li Nanheng was about to call her out to eat. She had thought herself to be rather composed, but as their eyes met and she saw the smile that had yet to fade from his face, her emotions became slightly affected. She coughed and turned toward the table. "They brought so much food?"

"There's a banquet in the hotel tonight and the kitchen prepared more dishes. There isn't this much variety usually." Li Nanheng indicated for her to sit down.

Feng Ling sat down and saw that they had even prepared Matsutake soup. The people hosting the banquet today definitely weren't ordinary. She recalled that Li Nanheng had said he was attending an event related to one of the Li Corporation's business partners. He didn't say if the activity was held in this hotel or elsewhere, but he came back quite early. Early to the point where she had been defenseless and had almost angered him.

Li Nanheng sat down and watched as she seriously arranged her cutleries and served some soup for herself. It seemed like she was truly hungry.

She never looked for excuses when she was hungry. This was likely because she had grown used to eating when she was hungry and drinking when she was thirsty in the base. She did not take any extra, unnecessary turns, and was used to being straightforward.

Although the emotions triggered by her words about the potential third year anniversary with Qiao Fei had mostly settled down, as he watched her eat, he finally felt the emotions genuinely dissipating.

These emotions had truly come strangely.

In this moment, he found the little woman in front of him with her soft, clean and short black hair more pleasing to his heart than ever.

She no longer maintained a cold expression in front of him; she was now even more beautiful.

"I'll be heading off for a meeting in the afternoon. It should only end after dinner time. You'll have to have dinner alone."

"En," Feng Ling responded as she ate.

They had only just made up; weren't they supposed to be like one of those little couples that had been separated for a long time? Weren't they supposed to be more clingy with each other?

Feng Ling's casual attitude, as though anything would do, left Li Nanheng feeling unsure if he was supposed to laugh or cry: "Won't you miss me?"

"I will. But it's rare for you to have to deal with matters outside the XI Base. Elder Li isn't feeling well right now. I doubt you can refuse to help with the Li family's matters even if you wanted to. It's unavoidable that you have a lot to do right now. You already said you would return after dinner time. Am I supposed to tell you not to go?" Feng Ling served up a bowl of soup for him as she spoke: "Here, to convey my sincerity, I'll reward you with a bowl of soup."

Li Nanheng lifted the bowl in satisfaction but his words contradicted his actions: "This is clearly insincere."

"How else do you want me to express my sincerity? I didn't leave with any other men for the past three years. Isn't that sufficiently sincere?"