The Story of Ling and Heng (391)
The Story of Ling and Heng (391)
After several bites, she noticed Li Nanheng passing her by. He first went into the bedroom to change his clothes. Afterward, he came out of the room and walked past her again. Although he did not say anything, he seemed to be moving intentionally.
She subconsciously lifted her eyes and met his gaze.
He was waiting for her to speak up; he knew she definitely wouldn't like those random little trinkets. It was this bowl of common noodles that would move her heart.
But she sure was good. She dug in immediately without a word of thanks. She didn't even smile at him.
It was fine. He wasn't the sort to look for credit. Besides, it wasn't like her to make a big fuss about this; he wouldn't enjoy receiving such a reaction either.
But she didn't even say a single word before sitting down to eat. This was really too much like Feng Ling…
Right now, the main point was, what was he supposed to say to recapture her attention?
For example: "I remembered that you liked these noodles and specially drove through the traffic to visit that food court for you. Aren't you touched?"
Aren't you disgusted?
For example: "I bought a scarf and some handcream for you. If there's anything else you need, remember to mention it. I don't know what kind of things women like, but if there's anything you want, I'll get it all for you."
How shallow can you be?
For example: "Little Feng Ling, this old man likes you so much. Can't you give him some response? If you jump up in happiness to give this old man a hug, he'll even give his life up for you…"
Are you retarded?
The more he thought about, the more he found it ridiculous. A big man like him was trapped in a dilemma.
The edge of Li Nanheng's lips trembled. He decided not to continue passing by the dining table and headed for the kitchen to make some coffee.
Feng Ling watched the man's back view as she ate.
She did not understand what was wrong with him.
Could it be that he was hungry?
That wasn't right. If he was hungry, he wouldn't have bought a single portion home. Furthermore, he only bought a single, small portion. That likely wasn't it.
Then, what was going on earlier when he watched her and her noodles with his burning gaze?
Hearing the noise of the coffee machine from the kitchen, Feng Ling was stumped for a moment. She then lowered her head to continue eating.
Right now, she had no idea what else she was supposed to do but eat.
After slowly finishing her food, she noticed that the coffee machine had gone silent.
Feng Ling hesitated for a moment before standing up to keep the cutleries. She brought them to the kitchen and saw that the man was standing before the coffee machine. He seemed to be preoccupied with his thoughts. She cleared her throat. "Boss, move aside for a bit. Let me wash the bowl."
Li Nanheng turned to glance at her. He originally wanted to tell her to just leave it there. However, when he saw her averted gaze, his originally stifled emotions were immediately eased.
Was she feeling… shy?
Feng Ling did not look him in the eye. She watched as the man shifted to the side and directly moved to place the dishes in the sink. She paid no mind to the dishwasher by the side and stood stiffly to wash the bowl.
After washing the dishes, she washed her hands and wiped them dry. She turned to leave only to abruptly come into contact with the man's firm chest.
She faltered in her movements and lifted her head to see that the man was looking down at her.
She did not notice when he had approached her.
Feng Ling's response seemed to lag behind for a moment. All of a sudden, her eyes lit up. As he lifted his elbow, she lowered her head to sneak out underneath it. However, the man caught her in his arms and brought her into his embrace. He lowered his head to breathe in the scent of her hair. He then chuckled softly: "Your hair is dry. You didn't take a shower."
"En. I washed it in the morning and I spent the evening napping. I didn't have time to shower again." Feng Ling shrunk her head back from the sensation of the man's breath on her head: "Boss, let go of me first. I'll go… um, what is that…"
"Where are you going? Shouldn't you wait a bit after eating to shower?" The man held her firmly. He pressed a kiss against her hair with a soft chuckle: "It's been quite a while since we last spent time together like this. Are you uncomfortable?"
"No."
"Really?"
"No…"
In fact, Feng Ling herself was unsure about how she felt right now.
Although she used to stay on the same floor as Li Nanheng, they were at least separated by a wall. They had grown close and spent a short period of time in love, but they never stayed in the same room for so long. Besides, they had both been busy in the base. Right now, her wounds left her with so much free time she was almost flustered.
After a long period of separation, their first reunion was in Boston. At the time, she felt completely different about him. Even though they were staying in the same place, she didn't have much reservations. In fact, she had acted as cold as she wanted. Those feelings were completely different from how she felt right now.
Even a few days ago, when he kept trying to press close, she had been able to maintain a cold and distant front. From the way they had interacted, it was as though he was only Boss Li and she was only an ex-member of XI Base he used to train. She was also used to saying little, and so they had spent the past two days peacefully.
However, right now, the circumstances were different.
The air seemed to carry the heavy stench of love…
She had completely no idea how to rid the air of it's intimate scent. It seemed as though sparks would fly any moment, and it would lead to an even more frightening fire.
She was no longer a young girl. Li Nanheng no longer had to restrain his claws out of consideration for her.
Right now, he was akin to a wolf that hadn't touched meat for years. Even if he did not display it clearly when he watched her, she could still vaguely sense that she was a piece of meat placed right by his lips.
She could be eaten up anytime.
The little woman who typically had the guts to charge into an ambush armed with only a gun was likely unaware. Right now, her expression clearly revealed her desire to escape, yet she seemed fearful of being caught and kissed again. The sight of her tugged at his desire to commit a sin.
Li Nanheng held her firmly in his arms and lowered his head to slowly press little kisses on her face. As he shifted onto her earlobe, Feng Ling's body trembled. She rushed to push him away but before she could do so, the man gently bit down on her ear.
This one bite almost caused her to cry out.