Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Chapter 1246: The Story of Ling and Heng (509)

Li Nanheng, raising you alone is enough, but you want me to raise a pig?

There was nothing wrong with the second half of her words, but the first half caused Li Nanheng's brows to twitch. He immediately stopped the action of pouring water on himself.

Then he suddenly smiled meaningfully and looked at her. "Come here."

Seeing the man's dangerous smile, Feng Ling's fingers were still hooked around the little wild boar's front paws. Hearing the little piglet's cries, she firmly and decisively said, "No."

Li Nanheng immediately looked at her with slanted eyes. Feng Ling continued to tease the little wild boar that was already barking anxiously. She was about to untie the rope when Li Nanheng came up from the stream.

The man's upper body was bare, and his pants were wet, but it didn't affect his handsomeness at all. He walked over and said, "If you dare to let it go, I'll eat you tonight."

Feng Ling's hand paused and she rolled her eyes at him. "Even if I bring a pile of wild boar meat in front of you, you'll still eat me. You speak as though you'll let me sleep on the bed soundly at night."

As she spoke, she pointed at the little wild boar. "And this is too small. One look and I can tell that it hasn't even been half a month since it was born. Even if you want to eat meat that is fresh and tender, you have to differentiate the size. This kind of meat is too tender. It's not delicious at all."

Li Nanheng looked down at her, narrowed his eyes, and said, "Then do as I say. We will raise it first and eat it when it grows up."

Feng Ling pursed her lips. "I don't lack food. Why do I have to raise it? Even if humans live at the top of the food chain, I raised it myself. How can I eat it?"

"If you don't want to eat it, keep it. Coincidentally, there's a living creature around you. It can help you relieve your boredom."

"… Isn't there a lot of living creatures in this jungle? Why don't I catch a few non-toxic snakes and let them sleep under our bed every day? "

Li Nanheng snorted and bent down to hold her chin. He decisively kissed her on the lips. When Feng Ling almost fell to the ground, he said hoarsely, "Whatever. If you like such stimulation, I'll accompany you."

Exciting?

"… "

Was it so exciting to rear a snake under the bed?

Just thinking about it made her shudder!

Feng Ling quickly slapped his hand away. "I don't want to! I only want to raise you. I won't raise anything else. Let go of this little wild boar. Let's eat something else."

Seeing that she insisted on letting go, the man had no objections.

Feng Ling quickly moved the front paws of the little wild boar away. The little thing howled again and quickly turned around to run far away. This thing didn't run as fast as domestic animals. Wild boars were naturally fast. Feng Ling was fast because she had to be fast when she was eating in the jungle. Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to catch anything.

"You're not going to shower?" Seeing that the man did not take the little wild boar seriously and was about to kiss her again, she raised her hand to block him. "Your body is covered in sweat!"

Li Nanheng chuckled. He remembered that he had been busy for a long time in the morning and was covered in sweat. Her body was clean and smelled fresh. He kissed her on the lips again, but this time, he did not kiss her deeply. Instead, he returned to the stream to take a shower.

This clear stream was very light, and many places were only about ten centimeters deep. The deepest place was where he was standing, but it was barely high enough to reach the man's waist. The man stood there, leisurely leaning back against the shore, picking up a stalk of grass to bite.

Feng Ling looked at him for a while and walked over. She picked up the water and deliberately put it on his head. The man did not avoid her and asked teasingly, "Why? Do you want to bathe your husband personally?"

What husband? Even now, Feng Ling was too embarrassed to call him 'husband'.

This man kept calling her his little wife every day.

In the past few nights, she had leaned in his arms and asked him about it. The reason why Li Nanheng did not explain to her about the cenotaph was because the two families had an agreement not to let anyone know that the Li family had married the Feng family's cenotaph for the next three years. After all, this sort of thing was too outrageous in the eyes of outsiders. In order to respect a dead child and not let others gossip about it, he had to abide by the three-year agreement. He would not marry any other woman within three years, nor would he explain this strange marriage.

However, this was only a verbal agreement between the two families, not a real marriage. To Li Nanheng, he only married a few pieces of clothes she had worn when she was young.

Yet, he kept calling her 'little wife' shamelessly, as if she was completely his.

She splashed the water on his head again and looked at the old wounds on his back that were not too obvious but could be seen. These scars were not ugly on his body. As a man who came from XI Base, it was impossible for him to not have scars. People did not live in a fairy tale world. No one was perfect and invincible. Occasionally, some wounds were unavoidable.

But the gunshot wound on his shoulder…

Feng Ling placed her hand on his gunshot wound. She had once used a dagger to help him take out the bullet. At that time, the man was in so much pain that he was sweating, but he did not make a sound. At that time, he had protected her in his arms to block the bullet for her. Afterward… even though he was so weak, he still raised his gun when she was almost surrounded. It was as though a god had descended.

Her fingers caressed his skin for a long time. Seeing that her hand was still there, the man gently rubbed it and knew what she was thinking. He raised his hand and pressed her hand down. "If you want to help me shower, come down and shower with me. Don't take advantage of me."

"Who took advantage of you?" Feng Ling patted his hand again and looked down at the grass in his mouth. "You haven't smoked since you came here. Are you addicted to smoking?"

The man did not answer directly but just leaned back casually. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the light falling from the dense leaves above. "En."

"I saw that there were several boxes in the travel bag you brought, but why haven't you taken any?"

The man curved his lips slightly, still leaning there leisurely. "It's not safe to smoke in the jungle, and… this is the place where you lived when you were young. It's too clean and has too many of your memories. You can't be polluted by anything from outside, not even second-hand smoke."