Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing? - Chapter 1165
Chapter 1165: The Story of Ling and Heng (428)
It was really impossible to conceal the change of his lower body!
Li Nanheng was lying on the bed and panting heavily, wishing Feng Ling to fall asleep as soon as possible so that he could go out and solve it himself after she fell asleep.
However, the little woman lying next to him rubbed her head in his arms, her eyes still staring under his quilt…
“What are you looking at? Come on, sleep!” The man shouted hoarsely and raised his hand to cover her eyes. “Go to sleep.”
Suddenly her vision was blocked and Feng Ling was stunned for a while and then pulled his hand down. “Boss, don’t cover my eyes.”
“Then close your eyes.”
“Boss, what’s wrong with you?”
“…”
Li Nanheng closed his eyes, and even the blood vessels on his neck was protruding as he was trying to restrain his desire. He pushed the little woman in his arms aside and made her lying obediently beside him. “It’s okay. Be good. Go to sleep.”
The room fell into silence and Feng Ling finally stopped talking, but Feng Ling was still staring at his face.
Li Nanheng closed his eyes and ignored her, pretending he was asleep, trying to distract himself to relieve the pain underneath.
However, what popped up in his mind was Feng Ling being thrown in front of the base hall by a group of people three years ago, lying on the ground and being scolded coldly by the four elders of the Li family. Everyone was cursing and pointing their fingers at her and her private belongings were thrown on the ground around her. She secretly gritted her teeth without shedding a tear and was finally driven out of the base.
The biggest blow to him in recent years turned out to be Feng Ling being driven out of the base alone…
Why? He had the ability to prevent her from being hurt like that. He could rush back to protect her in his arms, preventing her from being humiliated by anyone, but why wasn’t he around at the time?
The scenes in his mind not only didn’t divert his attention, but made his lower body hurt more, and now he just wanted to hold the woman tightly.
No, he couldn’t.
Li Nanheng still closed his eyes and did not move.
Feng Ling who was lying next to him was still looking at him and suddenly gently tapped his lips with a finger.
The man shuddered all over and looked at her and his voice was hoarse. “What are you doing?”
Feng Ling suddenly sat up, fumbled around, then suddenly rolled over and rode on him again.
Li Nanheng: “…” He looked at the little woman who was suddenly riding on him in shock.
She was riding on him and reached out to her coat on the small table beside the bed. She flipped through the coat pocket, took out a purse, and took two bank cards out of it.
Li Nanheng was about to collapse. He counted down silently in his heart. If she hadn’t left his body when he counted to ten, he would never let her off.
When he counted to six in his heart, Feng Ling got off him and lay back beside him, but suddenly raised the two bank cards to his face.
Li Nanheng, who had just stopped the countdown in his heart, felt a bit lost. Seeing the cards, he asked, “What are these?”
Feng Ling: “Here you are. They’re mine.”
Li Nanheng looked at the two cards. “Your cards? What do you give them to me?”
Feng Ling: “Boss, you have been keeping my bank cards and helping me manage money before. This is the money I have saved in the past three years. Boss, can you keep it for me?”
Li Nanheng: “…”
Seeing that he was not moving, Feng Ling grabbed his hand on the quilt and stuffed the cards into his hand. “Take them.”
Li Nanheng held the two cards and then looked at the little woman lying beside him. Although she was drunk, her eyes were clear and serious. “Why do you give them to me?” He asked.
She had been living outside for several years and she should have learned how to live and manage her own money, right?
Feng Ling: “Because this is all the money I have.”
Li Nanheng: “…”
Feng Ling: “Take them. Don’t lose them.” She said, stuffed the cards into his hand again, and then whispered to his ear, “There are more than two hundred thousand dollars in it.”
His heart was touched by her words.
Li Nanheng was speechless for a long while. The heir to the dignified Li family, the boss of XI Base and the leader of the American underground arms trafficking who owned more than ten billion dollars actually felt the bank cards worth only hundreds of thousands of dollars was so heavy and he carefully held them in his hands.
He couldn’t listen to her anymore. Otherwise, it would be really hard for him to restrain his desire.
He closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, trying to stop her from moving.
However, Feng Ling, who spoke very few in normal times, suddenly became very talkative at this moment.
“Boss.”
“Go to sleep.”
“Boss.”
“Go to sleep.”
“Boss.”
Unable to bear it anymore, Li Nanheng suddenly jumped up and pressed her under him. His desire was hidden under his bloodshot eyes. “If you don’t sleep now, even if you are in your period, I have a hundred ways to make you sleepless! Shut up and sleep!”
Feng Ling: “…”
She stared at him blankly as if not understanding what he was talking about.
Looking at her eyes, Li Nanheng felt as if he was being roasted on a frying pan. He let go of her anxiously and was about to get up and leave. He really couldn’t stay any longer.
As soon as he propped up his arms on both sides of her body, Feng Ling suddenly hugged his neck and pulled it down as if she was afraid of him leaving. Caught off guard, Li Nanheng fell on his stomach and his lips hit hers hard.
She raised her head to catch the kiss he gave her in a hurry, hugging his neck jerkily yet actively…
Li Nanheng didn’t struggle anymore but gazed at the woman under him. Her eyes looked half-awake and half-drunk and his face was reflected in her eyes.
It was him.
Only him.
Crackle.
The last string of reason in his mind broke.
