Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Chapter 892: The Story of Ling and Heng (155)

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Feng Ling immediately shrank backwards. She no longer cared if he was intoxicated or affected by the fever, or if his wrist was still injured. She began to struggle with all her might.

However, the man was now holding her down with even more strength. He lowered his head, causing his short hair to brush against her collarbones. The itchy sensation immediately left Feng Ling trembling.

He moved his teeth firmly and quickly, and the sensation left Feng Ling feeling as though her mind has exploded.

"Li Nanheng!" She was worried about alarming the people in the other tent and could only lower her voice to warn him: "Don't go out of line!"

Li Nanheng appeared not to have heard anything. His teeth and hand were extremely cooperative, and he easily opened up her clothes fully.

Feng Ling was enraged. She twisted her body with force when the man abruptly kissed her, sealing away her curses. His lips carried a burning heat that intertwined with her forcefully.

She bit him with all her might, but he made no moves to avoid her. When the anger drove her to bite down harshly against his shoulder, a low chuckle emerged from the man's chest. This laughter seemed to contain several emotions. It was as though he was in a good mood, yet it seemed like he was mocking her. The intentions she could not catch left her scalp prickly numb.

"You really hid this well." The first thing the man had said since waking up were these five words whispered by her ear. His husky voice carried the effects of his high fever and the desire he had concealed for a long time.

Upon hearing his words, Feng Ling's expression immediately stiffened. The man took advantage of her distraction and kissed her again.

His hands were not idle, and unlike his usual rational state, he unhesitatingly began to tug at her pants. His goal was clear to the point where it left Feng Ling's heart trembling.

Fuck! Did he go crazy from the fever, or was he irrationally drunk right now? Was he trying to force himself on her?

Did this fever cause him to lose the most basic respect humans should maintain between each other? Was he going to do it just like this?

Feng Ling could not push him away and could only bite down on his shoulder. However, before she could do so fiercely, she was once more drawn into a long, intimate kiss. Finally, the man's palms shifted toward her seemingly even chest.

Despite his fever, his movements were quick. Both his hands and lips were busy! In an instant, he had kissed her neck and her collarbone!

Both the man's hands and his lips seemed to ignite a flame wherever they touched. The burning heat caused her blood to boil.

She was going mad!

When she napped in the afternoon, she had only worn a down coat on top of her thin jacket. On the bottom, she had only worn a pair of sleeping pants. They were loose and soft and extremely easy to remove.

The collar of her thin jacket was extremely big. After being torn apart, it fell open pitifully. No matter if it was the visual effect of her ruined jacket or the sight of her chest bindings being tugged down, they provoked the man's senses endlessly.

Feng Ling had seen countless shooting accidents on the training grounds. But this sort of accident rendered her incapable of resisting. The man held her as he kissed and nibbled at her neck. The kisses were messy, and the sensation of being bitten was both painful and numbing. She wasn't sure if it was the anger or the kisses that left her trembling. Both her hands were still caught behind her back and held down with the weight of both their bodies. She couldn't move at all.

When Li Nanheng finally shifted his target to her ears, she gritted her teeth to speak softly: "Li Nanheng, are you conscious or not? Have you gone mad? Do you know where we are? Someone can come at any time. Fattie, Da Bin, and everyone else are in the other tent. They can come in as and when they please. This tent doesn't even have a door!"

Before she could finish, the man sucked on her earlobe. He bullied her thoroughly, sucking and nibbling. Feng Ling had never experienced such an attack before, and the sensation left her body trembling. She wanted to avoid him, but the man held her cheek and pressed another kiss on her face. As he kissed her, his hands kept exploring her pants underneath.

Feng Ling gritted her teeth and hated herself for being unable to overcome him. A man who had endured a fever for three days was able to restrain her so thoroughly. In the future, if she met an adamant opponent on the battlefield, wouldn't she be directly sacrificed?

It was no wonder Li Nanheng always mocked her stamina, despite her assessment that they were outstanding.

It seemed like his mocking wasn't inaccurate. Compared to this man with long legs and arms, her stamina was truly much weaker.

Even though she was currently being forced, she couldn't free herself.

The sensation from the places no one had touched before left her feeling electrocuted. Her body was unable to resist the numbing and intense sensation. She bit her lips and glared at him, but the man only chuckled lowly to whisper in her ears, huskily: "Little lia!"

The two words left Feng Ling feeling as though her entire body had been electrocuted. She glared at him angrily and tried to shift again. Her restrained wrists could not move at all. She turned her head in frustration to bite him, but the man easily avoided her and left a kiss on her other ear. The sudden smacking sensation caused her body to tremble again. She could not muster the strength to attempt the moves necessary to free herself.

Finally, the man pulled one of her hands up and began kissing it. He gently pried her fist open, and as Feng Ling was about to struggle, he lowered his head and pressed a kiss on her palm.

His kiss landed on the thin calluses on her soft, white palm. He closed his eyes as he did so, as though with devotion and tender affection.

Feng Ling's struggles began to falter due to this kiss. She stared in shock at the man above her, watching in disbelief as he kissed her palm.

She had never paid any attention to the calluses left behind from her years of training. However, in this instant, a strange, sour feeling emerged from the bottom of her heart. It caused her eyes to burn, as though something was about to spill over.