Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Chapter 1416: The Story of Ling and Heng (679)

Feng Ling found that she really had no strength to resist. Even if she had strength, as soon as she met Li Nanheng's gaze, her entire body softened.

The scene of this man covered in blood at the Gorkin Farm was still vivid in her mind. Now he was finally safe and sound in front of her, the wounds on his body had healed and his eyes could see

Her heart skipped a beat. When the man was focused on unbuttoning their clothes, she raised her hand to touch the corner of his eyes. She then slowly traced the corner of his eyes to his brow bone, and then slowly moved down to caress his eyelids.

The man did not say anything. Because of her actions, he pinched her hand and kissed her palm and fingers. This kiss was very hot, but also very gentle. Finally, he bit her fingertips and said hoarsely, "Silly, come back to your senses. You're not dreaming."

Feng Ling abruptly returned to herself. When she met his gaze, the man bent down and kissed her brows. His movements did not stop as he removed all the obstacles on the two of them.

Li Nanheng sighed in satisfaction.

Feng Ling's gown had been torn into a mess from the very beginning. It was thrown onto the ground, and the bed swayed from time to time. There would be the panting of a man and the moaning of a woman…

…

Two days in a row.

Feng Ling could not believe it.

She was actually tied to the bed by Li Nanheng for two days!

After eating, he would continue. After showering, he would continue. Even if she was so tired that she wanted to carry him to sleep, he would continue!

After two days, no matter how good Feng Ling's stamina was, she was already seeing stars. She wanted to hit him several times but could not beat him. In the end, she did not know if she had fallen asleep or fainted from exhaustion. In any case, she refused to move.

Two days later, in the afternoon, Feng Ling raised her head from under the sheets. When she saw that Li Nanheng was not in the bedroom, she quickly sat up from the bed. However, she found that her clothes were not in the bedroom. She could only wrap herself in the sheets and get up. She opened the closet in the bedroom to look for her clothes, and when she walked out of the bedroom, her hands and feet were still weak.

When she went out, she noticed that the light in the living room was slightly dim. As the lights were not turned on, she turned to look outside. It was actually raining.

In this weather, people were already lazy. There was no need to go out. She rubbed her slightly messy hair and was about to pour herself a glass of water when she suddenly heard a "Ding" sound from the kitchen.

The tall and broad-shouldered man then walked out of the kitchen with a cup of warm milk in his hand. "Come here, have some milk."

Feng Ling didn't know how long she had slept, but it must have been more than ten hours. Right now, her stomach was empty. Due to the weather, she felt strangely cold. When she saw the milk in his hand, she walked over and took a sip.

It was still slightly hot. She shifted the glass away a little, wanting to drink it later. At the same time, she looked at the man who was in a particularly good state. His hair was washed clean and neat. She met his gaze.

"Li Nanheng, it's indeed worth celebrating that your eyes have recovered, but the way you celebrate is too unconventional. There's still a long way to go. Do you need to spend two days taking my life?" She complained as she turned around with the glass of milk.

However, the moment she turned around, the man smiled and pulled her back into his embrace. At the same time, he raised his hand to help her stabilize the glass that was about to fall from her hand. He lowered his head and kissed her cheek: "I was trying my best to prove that I wasn't injured at all. Your man is still your man. No matter if I can see or not, you can only lie flat obediently."

Feng Ling's temple twitched.

She must have been cold to him for too long in the past. This man's desire to conquer her was always very strong, especially in bed. He definitely did not give her any face as he usually did. It was definitely the angle of conquering and being conquered.

Feng Ling moved her head away slightly to avoid his kiss, but the man did not let go of her. He kissed her face several more times and then stood there to hold her. At the same time, he kissed her ear. "It's been a few months. My wife has become prettier again."

Feng Ling: "…Can you not be so sour?"

"Right now, your attitude toward me is much better than when we were in Washington." The man gently kissed her hair. "Now you know how good I am?"

This narcissistic man.

Feng Ling turned back to scold him, but the man pressed her back against the wall. He held the back of her neck and kissed her deeply. Feng Ling was alarmed by the kiss and was afraid that he would throw her back on the bed again. She quickly struggled to say: "Milk… the milk is going to turn cold."

The man released her and touched the cup in her hand: "It's still warm. Drink it slowly."

Feng Ling answered and quickly stepped away from his arms. She stood by the side to drink the milk.

In the past, she didn't like to drink this. However, after returning to the Feng family, the servants always made her drink a glass of milk before and after sleeping. Afterward, she gradually got used to it. Now, she would drink it occasionally. When Li Nanheng couldn't see, he would occasionally let her drink more milk. Right now, she really didn't dislike the taste of milk. Instead, she quite liked it.

After finishing the glass of milk, she looked at the empty glass in her hand and asked, "You can see it with your eyes. Do the elders of the Li family know about this?"

"I haven't informed them yet. If they find out now, they'll probably tie the two of us back to where we came from within twenty-four hours."

Feng Ling: "…"

"I really want to get married on the spot, but I can't let you suffer. We have to find a good place to hold a grand wedding. You've suffered enough since you were young. I don't want to give you such a big regret when you get married." As the man spoke, he reached his long arm over and rubbed her hair. He then glanced at her: "Long hair is really different from short hair."

"What's so different about it?" Feng Ling had yet to recover from the grand wedding he had mentioned and was immediately attracted by his words.

"When I touch you your short hair, I feel very obedient. I always want to hold you in my arms, kiss you, hug you, and coax you." He touched her hair again, then looked at her meaningfully and said, "When I touch your long hair, I really want to throw you back on the bed. Another two days and two nights—Si! Ah, hit me gently!"

Li Nanheng's face turned green from Feng Ling's slap: "I'm still a patient. Why are you so heavy-handed?"

Feng Ling expressionlessly placed the glass of milk on the coffee table. "What injury? Go wash the glass!"

Li Nanheng :"…"