Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Chapter 1338: The Story of Ling and Heng (601)

Li Nanheng hugged her and was about to kiss her when the phone in the room rang.

He paused and felt the warm and soft body in his arms. He panted heavily and his black eyes locked onto Feng Ling's face.

She seemed to be in a daze, but because of the ringtone, her eyes instantly regained clarity. She quickly pressed her hands on his shoulders and quickly backed away to stand up.

Li Nanheng let out a long breath. His handsome face was extremely dark. He picked up the phone and said angrily, "Speak."

On the other end of the line, the resort employee could hear the unkind tone in his voice. He was stunned for a moment before carefully saying, "Mr. Li, the food and red wine in your room have already been prepared. Should we send them over now, or should you come out to eat?"

Hearing the words' red wine,' the unhappiness in Li Nanheng's eyes lessened. "Send it over."

"All right, I'll send it over right away. Sorry for disturbing you, Mr. Li." After speaking, he carefully hung up.

At the same time, Li Nanheng hung up the phone and let out a breath. He lowered his head to look at the place that was still acting arrogantly. At the same time, he turned his head to look behind him and saw that Feng Ling went to the clothes as if nothing had happened. She picked up the ironware, turned on the switch, and lowered her head to continue ironing.

She didn't run?

Li Nanheng raised his eyebrows and hid the surprise in his eyes. He turned back to the bathroom and washed his face with cold water.

A few minutes later, someone knocked on the door. Yu Zheng and the food delivery worker came over. The food they pushed was all Li Nanheng and Feng Ling's favorite dishes. They had two bottles of nine-year-old red wine. If they wanted the red wine to be longer, they had to order it in the first place.

Li Nanheng nodded, indicating that they could leave.

The staff and Yu Zheng didn't dare to look at Feng Ling. They just silently left.

Li Nanheng glanced at the food cart again. "After all, we've lived together for so many years. Only you and I know each other so well."

Feng Ling had just turned off the ironing machine and picked up the clothes. Hearing his words, she looked up and saw the food on the dining cart. She understood what he meant.

"Didn't you say we were going to eat together? We have to eat something that both you and I can eat." She didn't avoid this topic and hung up the clothes again. "It's ironed. Try it on the next time you wear it. If you can still wear it, just wear it. If you can't wear it, deal with it yourself."

"You personally ironed it. Even if I can't be wore, I have to." The man pushed the dining cart to the side of the table and placed the dishes on it.

Feng Ling also went to help. After placing it down, Li Nanheng opened a bottle of red wine happily. In order not to let Feng Ling notice his intention to get her drunk, he poured her a small glass and said, "Try it. How does it taste?"

Seeing that the red wine was only up to the bottom of the glass, Feng Ling picked it up and drank it. After tasting it, she said, "It's delicious."

"Really?" Li Nanheng poured a glass for himself and tasted it. It was indeed not bad. He asked her, "Do you still want it?"

Feng Ling glanced at him. "You ordered two bottles and asked if I wanted more?"

The man smiled, but the girl could never escape his trap. He poured her another half a glass, and at the same time, reminded her carefully, "Drink slowly. Don't drink too fast."

Feng Ling did not speak. She sat down and picked up the cutlery. Without saying anything, she ate it and looked as though she was about to leave.

Li Nanheng didn't say much. The dinner was very peaceful. The dishes were all delicious, and they both liked the taste. Li Nanheng drank quite a bit himself. Feng Ling saw that he didn't look drunk at all. With his alcohol tolerance, it was indeed difficult for him to get drunk, but her alcohol tolerance…

But this wine was really delicious.

Although her alcohol tolerance was poor, the more she tried not to drink, the more she found it difficult to control herself.

Li Nanheng knew that Feng Ling couldn't hold her liquor well, but he still didn't urge her to drink. He just sat there and slowly drank. Feng Ling also poured two glasses for herself. After two glasses, she seemed to be controlling herself and didn't touch it for a long time. However, when she saw that Li Nanheng had drunk more than half of the liquor, she couldn't help but pour another glass and slowly drink it. She was like a child who knew she couldn't eat too much sugar but still wanted to eat it. She was afraid of eating too much, so she could only take small bites. She was so cute that Li Nanheng felt frustrated.

Finally, when Feng Ling almost drank half of the two bottles of wine, she realized that she had drunk quite a bit. The bottle of red wine was not small, and the capacity was not small either.

She immediately put down the glass and did not dare to touch it again. She turned to drink the soup.

Li Nanheng sat quietly across from her, looking at her quietly.

It wasn't clear if Feng Ling was drinking or if the soup was too hot, but her face soon turned red. She suddenly put down the cutlery, stood up, and said, "I'm done eating. I'm going back."

Li Nanheng was still sitting in his original position. He crossed his arms over his chest and watched as she turned to leave. He walked in a very accurate direction, heading straight for the door. Her steps were steady, but it was a bit straight.

The man raised his brows: "Feng Ling."

"En." Feng Ling didn't turn back, nor did she stop. She was almost at the door.

"How old are you this year?" the man suddenly asked.

Feng Ling was about to leave, but she was suddenly stopped by his question. She immediately stopped and seemed to be seriously recalling how old she was.

Seeing that she was drunk again, the smile on Li Nanheng's lips deepened. He stood up, slowly walked over, and stood behind her, looking down at her reflection, and then at her bright eyes staring straight at the wall.

"Twenty…" Feng Ling thought seriously for a long time." Twenty-five or twenty-six…"

"En, it's going to be your twenty-six birthday soon," the man said softly. "So don't be cold to me. Let's spend the rest of our lives together. What do you think?"

Feng Ling stood there for a long time. She put down her hand but didn't speak.

Li Nanheng raised his eyebrows and looked at her again, only to see the little woman suddenly turn to look at him unhappily. Li Nanheng raised his eyebrows at her dazed yet bright eyes. "What?"

"I'm not cold towards you."