Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Chapter 781: The Story of Ling and Heng (44)

However, Nanheng continued pressing heavily on her. Feng Ling felt that he must have gone mad; he actually wasn't budging. In fact, he shifted his arms to hold her waist tightly, locking her struggling body in his embrace. He restrained her under his body and held her down firmly just like this.

"Boss, what are you doing…" Feng Ling struggled but was unable to push him away. She keenly sensed that, with the way he was pressing onto her, and the thin layer of clothes between them, there was no way he couldn't sense… what was under her shirt…

"Be more obedient. Stop moving." The man's voice was overbearing to the point where she felt like beating him up. She could smell the strong scent of alcohol on him and although it wasn't a bad scent, for Feng Ling, this was a sign of danger.

She abruptly tugged her arms out with force. Seeing that he was quite intoxicated and could not come up with any schemes besides using brute force, she raised her knees to kick him aside. However, the man sensed the movement of her leg. He shifted his thighs and locked both her legs firmly between his. He then pressed his thighs down and wrapped his arms around her waist, bending down to press against her neck. He breathed in the scent of soap against her skin and spoke huskily in a harsh tone: "Feng Ling, I'm giving you one last warning. Stop moving, en? Let me hold you for a while! Otherwise, I'll take you right now!"

Hold your sister, ah! Hold!

Feng Ling became anxious. She raised her arm to hit him, but the man was faster; he easily caught her hand and held it up above her head. As Feng Ling was about to continue resisting, he bent down and bit harshly against her chin. Feng Ling did not frown from the pain. Instead, her gaze turned colder. She raised her leg once more but was immediately caught by Nanheng.

Right now, every inch of her was restrained by this tall and broad-shouldered man. She could not move the slightest, and could only lay under him. She stared in disbelief at the man who was clearly intoxicated. His eyes were black to the point where it seemed like he would swallow her up whole. She spoke in rage, "Boss, wake up! We're both men! Don't do as you please!"

After hearing her speak, his foggy eyes abruptly landed on her chest; it was heaving up and down from her anger.

Although Feng Ling was dressed in a loose set of clothes suited for combat, after being pressed down by him, the fabric in front had shifted to hug her chest snugly, revealing her silhouette.

He narrowed his eyes and stared profoundly at her stiff expression: "What's this?"

Before she could speak, the man's hand had already impolitely moved to press against her. She immediately shivered. Even through the fabric, she could feel the heat from the man's palm. She met his gaze somewhat stiffly and immediately saw the man narrowing his eyes dangerously.

"You're a woman?"

"No…"

Before she could finish speaking, Nanheng directly pinched her through the fabric as though he could not believe the sensation.

The chest that was typically bound tightly had never received such an intense stimulation before. Even though there was a layer of fabric separating them, it still caused Feng Ling's blood to heat up.

The man's expression was especially serious as he abruptly lifted his hand to tear apart her collar. Feng Ling slowly gathered strength in her hand and in a blink of an eye, she struck against the back of his neck with force. The man had only managed to tug her collar aside when his eyes abruptly fell shut. She pushed him aside with force and rolled off the bed. She then backed two meters away. She shifted her collar up and turned to eye the man who was unmoving on the bed. After several moments, she released a long breath.

No matter how well-trained she had become in the past two years, compared to Nanheng, she was still a small fry. Earlier, she had keenly sensed the distance between them when he had pressed her down.

Although she couldn't compare strength with him, at the very least, her knowledge of acupuncture points was still precise. She could still knock out a man who was deeply intoxicated.

He was the boss of XI base and if she wished to stay here, she absolutely could not hurt him. Otherwise, earlier, she would not have used her hands. She would have directly pulled out the knife hidden under her bed and killed him.

Feng Ling originally wanted to tidy up her messy clothes. However, she immediately paused after lifting her hands. Instead, she unbuttoned two more buttons and made sure that only her collarbone was revealed. She then picked up her phone and gave K a call.

When K rushed over after hearing the news, he pushed open the door to see Boss Li collapsed on the bed with the scent of alcohol clinging strongly to his body. Feng Ling stood by the side with messy hair and clothes. Her complexion was slightly pale and her collar seemed to have been tugged open. Earlier, K had been confused by the phone call but in this instant, he immediately understood.

Fuck!

Even if Boss really liked Feng Ling, he couldn't just take him as he pleased!

Feng Ling was still so young, he was barely eighteen!

Did he lose his mind after drinking too much, and come here to swallow Feng Ling up?

"This… Feng Ling…" K stared at Feng Ling, who had been nearly taken by his boss, in complete loss for words: "Boss…"

Feng Ling's gaze was slightly flustered and anxious as she turned toward him: "K, help me!"

Under such a circumstance, how was he supposed to help?

"I'll definitely help you if I can. But with this situation, how am I supposed to help? Did you knock Boss out?"

"If I didn't knock him out, do you think I would be able to stand here unharmed?" Feng Ling's complexion was pale as she refuted.

K faltered for a moment before speaking: "Feng Ling, to speak the truth, I've always felt that Boss seems to be interested in you. Although I'm not too sure if he actually likes men, it may be because you're really too attractive. I've really never seen a man like you. You're even more beautiful than a girl. It may be because the Boss drank too much and was unable to control his own passion. Don't take this to heart."

Feng Ling did not say anything and only stared at K with her especially pale complexion. Her face was filled with her innocence and the lingering emotions from the earlier frightening situation.

When K met her eyes, he immediately fell silent.

It seemed like Boss had his own wishful thinking, but although Feng Ling seemed like a girl, it didn't mean that his sexuality would be unusual. It wasn't right for Boss to force him as he pleased.

"I'm only asking you one question. Are you helping me or not? If you won't help me, I'll leave the base immediately tomorrow," Feng Ling buttoned up her shirt and spoke expressionlessly.

"Don't be rash, we'll be having our evaluation tomorrow, you definitely cannot be rash! I'll help, I'll definitely help you!"