Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Chapter 1383: The Story of Ling and Heng (646)

She didn't know if it was because he was in the hospital a few days ago, and she couldn't see or touch him. Now, as she listened to the sound of the water and watched the man standing there, alive and well, with the light from the bathroom shining on his head and seeing his slightly longer smooth hair, she felt that this man was truly standing in front of her.

"Do you want me to shave your hair?" Feng Ling asked.

Li Nanheng turned off the tap and waved his hand in the air. He touched the towel and wiped his hands clean. He turned and slowly walked out in her direction.

Seeing that he was actually able to find all the directions and angles of the bathroom, Feng Ling consciously took a step back to give him space.

Finally, Li Nanheng successfully walked out with his sense of direction. She glanced at the sofa and said, "Do you want to try walking from here to the sofa?"

However, the man did not move. He stood in his original position and slowly raised his hand, indicating for her to support him.

Feng Ling was confused. This place was clearly in a straight line from the sofa. It shouldn't be difficult to find. There weren't many things in the bathroom that he could find everything clearly.

"I can't walk anymore. I'm tired." The man gave her a concise answer.

Feng Ling :"…"

However, his body was indeed weak. It was normal for him to lose strength after taking a few steps.

She could only support him back. When he sat down again, she heard the man casually say, "Why do you suddenly want to shave my head?"

"I saw that your hair has grown longer," she said as she reached out to touch his hair. It was about three centimeters longer than usual. His hair, which usually looked strong and cool, now looked strangely obedient.

"I remember that you only know how to shave to the shortest length. You don't have any style at all." Li Nanheng did not conceal his dislike for her. "Back then, it was fortunate that I stopped you from shaving your own head. Otherwise, your little nun-like appearance would have added a very heavy ink stain to your life."

Feng Ling :"…"

"Let's not do it for now. I can't see anyway. It doesn't matter if is short or ugly. At most, I'll be an eyesore to you," Li Nanheng said as he picked up the blanket on the sofa. He placed the blanket back on his lap with a self-aware attitude and slowly said, "I'm hungry."

"There are no ingredients at home." Seeing that he was injured, Feng Ling didn't argue with him. She secretly rolled her eyes at him and picked up her phone. "I'll see if there are any fresh ingredients in the nearby supermarket. Ask them to send them up."

"En."

After Feng Ling made the call, she asked a few questions and turned to look at Li Nanheng: "What do you want to eat?"

"Fish."

Feng Ling paused and apologized to the person on the other end of the phone. She hung up and turned back to say: "There aren't any fresh fish in the nearby supermarket. Unless you go to a large commercial supermarket far away to buy them or the water market. Do you want something else?"

The man was silent for a moment. She wasn't sure if he was thinking about changing or if he was silent because he really wanted to eat fish.

Seeing that it was getting late, Feng Ling decided that it would be a waste of time to delay any further. "Let's eat something simple today. I'll drive back tomorrow to buy some fish, okay?"

The word 'okay' carried a strange warmth and a doting tone he had never heard before. It was a bit like her attitude when she spoke to Little Momo. When she spoke to the child, she deliberately softened her tone. It was clearly a very natural tone, but it made Li Nanheng feel as though his soul was about to explode.

If he had known that being injured and blind could bring him this side of Feng Ling, he would have long poked himself in the eyes.

"En," the man answered reluctantly.

In fact, Feng Ling also felt that the food he had eaten in the hospital a few days ago was really too unpalatable. Even though they were all food made by top-notch nutritionists, they were all tasteless. Furthermore, they were all made for nutrition and did not care about the taste at all. Li Nanheng had basically eaten water for many days.

Now that he was discharged from the hospital, although he still needed less oil and less salt, he could at least eat some food that had flavor. She did not want to mistreat his stomach. After all, he had really lost too much weight. Compared to when he was still in Washington, he had lost at least fifteen pounds.

She had to feed him back these fifteen pounds as soon as possible.

…

In the evening, Feng Ling used the fresh ingredients delivered from the supermarket nearby to make a few dishes. Of course, they were all easy to digest with less oil and salt. While she was busy in the kitchen, her phone was filled with nutritional recipes.

After taking the medicine, Li Nanheng had been resting on the sofa for several hours. Feng Ling asked him to return to the bedroom to sleep, but he didn't go. He only said that he would sleep better if he listened to her busy movements in the kitchen. Feng Ling couldn't understand, but she let him be. After all, he didn't have the strength to run outside.

After preparing the food, Feng Ling washed her hands and walked out of the kitchen. She heard the doorbell ring and rushed to open the door.

However, the moment she opened the door, she saw Xiao Xu standing outside with two old hens in his hands. His expression was slightly twitching as though he was afraid of the two hens.

"How did you…"

Before Feng Ling could finish her words, Xiao Xu quickly brought the two old hens in. As the chicken's feet were tied, she was not afraid of them running away. They fell to the ground and cried out. Feng Ling was dumbstruck by this scene.

"That cousin of yours, her name is Qin Shuke, isn't it? She found my phone number from somewhere and asked me to send two old hens to you. She said she wanted to give Boss Li some chicken soup to nourish his body, in case you can't buy good chicken in those markets. She also said that she specially sent someone to the farm to find two fat and big ones. Then, just these two!"

After speaking, Xiao Xu even took a step back in disgust. "I'm not even f*cking afraid of carrying a gun to the battlefield, but I've been afraid of these sharp-tongued things since I was young. You actually want me to send chicken over. You're really asking for death!"

Feng Ling was looking down at the two chickens when Li Nanheng's voice came from behind her. "I'm recuperating, not having a confinement period. Why are you sending me a hen?"

Xiao Xu chuckled. "Boss, you have no choice but to accept it. Right now, you're not even as good as someone who is in confinement. Next time, I'll get someone to get two black chickens to nourish your blood. Look at your pale face. After raising you for so many days, you still look like a pretty boy. I'm afraid you're so weak that you can't even lift a chicken, hahaha…"