Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Chapter 814: The Story of Ling and Heng (77)

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

It was likely because the hospital room was too quiet.

Or perhaps, Feng Ling was too used to living alone.

In this hospital room that wasn't too small or too large, when she closed her eyes, she felt as though she could hear the man's rhythmic breathing. In the quiet night, it was especially pleasant to listen to.

This was the first time a person's breathing could actually draw her attention.

Feng Ling closed her eyes and did not dare to look at the couch; however, she vaguely understood what was happening from the noises she heard.

For example, she could vaguely hear the man adjusting his posture. He must have shifted against the side where there was a cushion for him to lean back on. She recalled the man's typical style and guessed that his arms and legs were comfortably stretched out as he relaxed. A moment later, she heard the clicking noise of him using his phone. However, the noise quickly went away. Boss Li must have been worried that he would wake her up and adjusted his phone to silent mode.

Feng Ling laid there stiffly for a while before turning over.

"Still awake?" the man asked casually. In the quiet night, his voice was especially distinct.

Feng Ling's back was facing the man on the couch. She opened her eyes and replied softly: "En, I'll sleep soon."

"Are you uncomfortable anywhere?"

"No, I already did the inhalation therapy twice today. I feel much better. I should be able to leave the hospital in less than a week. I don't think it's that serious."

"Since the doctor wants you to stay for a week, do as he says. The base can survive without you. Focus on getting better. There's no need to rush to return."

After the man spoke, the hospital room returned to its silence.

Feng Ling did not speak again. She only closed her eyes.

Half an hour later, a gentle knock resounded against the door. Xiao Xu then entered. He saw that Feng Ling was on the bed but could not tell if she was asleep. He walked in softly and placed the clothes he had bought down onto the couch.

"Boss, try this on and see if it fits. I bought it according to your size. It should be fine."

"En, I got it. You should go rest." Li Nanheng brought out the clothes from the bag and indicated for Xiao Xu to sleep.

Xiao Xu nodded. After all, it was late at night. There wasn't much they could talk about in this hospital room either. He turned around and left.

The hospital room returned to its silence. Nanheng unfolded the new clothes. He was about to put it on when his fingers paused by his towel. He shifted his gaze back to Feng Ling, who had been back facing him the whole time.

Logically speaking, they were both men. There was nothing taboo about it.

However, perhaps it was because Feng Ling kept avoiding it, or because Feng Ling gave off a particular feeling, he suddenly felt that it wasn't that suitable to directly change into his new clothes here.

The man picked up the clothes and headed into the simple bathroom. After changing, he brought his combat jacket in and picked up the dirty clothes off of the ground to wash.

At the sound of clothes being washed, Feng Ling opened her eyes once more. She turned to see that the bathroom door was slightly ajar. The man inside was dressed in a black T-shirt and a pair of black joggers.

Although XI Base's supervision wasn't as strict as that of the country's military, it was almost the same.

Everyone was used to washing their own clothes.

However, the people under Boss Li would often vie for the opportunity to help him wash his clothes. Boss Li had never once allowed them to do so. At times, people would even wonder if there were butlers or helpers arranged from the Li family for him. Otherwise, how could Boss Li's clothes always be so clean?

From the way things appeared, he really washed his own clothes personally.

Even though he was the eldest young master of the Li family, he had been living in the XI Base from a young age. He had already grown used to taking care of his own life and was not spoiled in any way.

Although the hospital room had a simple bathroom, this place wasn't suited for washing clothes. Nanheng picked up the soap bar by the side and washed out the dirt and blood left behind from the earlier combat. At the very least, his clothes no longer appeared as dirty as before. He then washed them with water before carelessly hanging them by the side. He planned to throw them into the washing machine for another round of thorough wash after returning to the base.

The man stepped out of the bathroom to see that Feng Ling's eyes were opened.

He raised his stern brows.

The moment their eyes met, Feng Ling deliberated for a moment and sat up.

"Boss, I can't sleep. Why don't you tell me about the things I should pay attention to when dealing with terrorists? This way, when we have similar missions in the future, I can also help on the frontlines," Feng Ling spoke.

"There's not much to pay attention to. A mission is just a mission. When you are participating in a mission, the most important matter is to remember to protect your own life. XI Base doesn't participate in the narrative of sacrificing lives for the country. We're only half a military base. We contribute and ally ourselves with the country and are in charge of all problems related to safety." The man's tone was mild. "Even as you complete the mission, you have to bring your own life back. This is the base's most basic principle. Everything else depends on your adaptability and the stamina training you receive. If your stamina isn't good enough, the moment you lose a little bit of blood, your life is gone. If your stamina is strong, even if you lose a pool of blood, you can still be saved. This is the importance of stamina."

Feng Ling understood his meaning. "I'm trying my best to improve my own stamina right now. Give me a little more time. I definitely won't lose out to the other people in the sniper team."

"You don't lag behind too much, but you're really too skinny." The man glanced at her large, light blue patient clothes. Even the hospital clothes appeared too big on her; she seemed like a child who had stolen adults clothes to wear.

Feng Ling was extremely helpless when it came to this problem.

She was already trying her best to build her muscles. However, a woman's body was biologically different from a man's. Perhaps men could develop various, thick muscles through long term training.

But women..

Although her body shape was on the taller side, her frame was thin and small. No matter how much she ate or trained, she would only appear healthier than other women. When she put in a lot of strength in her movements, her arms and legs would only show the slightest bit of muscles similar to those found in female athletes.

If he wanted her to become as broad-shouldered and muscular as the other men, she feared that this would only happen in her next life if she was reborn as a man.