Chapter 1036: The Story of Ling and Heng (299)

Chapter 1036: The Story of Ling and Heng (299)

When Feng Ling regained her consciousness, she was lying on her own bed. She felt slightly dizzy, but thankfully the drug did not leave any lasting effects. She did not feel too much discomfort.

She sat up on her bed and scanned her surroundings. She then lowered her head and saw that her clothes were untouched; she was wearing the same thing from when she had been taken away. At the time, she had already showered and changed into something comfortable.

She stepped out of her bedroom; every room was empty. There was no sign of Li Nanheng.

If it weren't for the dizzy sensation and her foggy memories, she would have assumed the whole episode was a nightmare or didn't happen.

But it was not a dream.

Feng Ling deliberated for a moment and unlocked her apartment door to look next door. His door was tightly shut, and there didn't seem to be any movement inside. She stood by her doorway to watch for a long moment before she turned to look at the night view outside the windows.

She must have woken up soon after being sent back home. The sky was still dark. Right now, it was 2:30 a.m.

If Feng Ling hadn't been left unconscious, perhaps she would have dealt with such a kidnapping with no problem. But this time, if Li Nanheng hadn't shown up in time, she would probably still be out there.

But after all, they had experienced circumstances that were far more dangerous back when they were in XI Base. A small matter like this clearly wasn't worth mentioning to Li Nanheng.

It seemed like there wasn't any need for her to thank him.

Feng Ling silently retreated a step back into her apartment. She was about to close the door when her hand paused by the handle. She recalled when the man had kicked open the car door and charged over to lift her up. He had turned over to protect her and suffered a painful blow against his neck.

It was unlikely for such a blow to be life-threatening, but he had still suffered an injury against the weakest part of his neck. If Li Nanheng hadn't moved away fast enough, anyone else would have been knocked unconscious.

No matter what, it was unlikely for his injury to be light.

Feng Ling's hand paused against her door handle once more. A moment later, she left her apartment. She was about to knock when she abruptly heard the noise of her apartment door clicking shut.

Feng Ling: "..."

She turned back to look at her apartment.

It seems like she had forgotten to bring her keys out with her.

Feng Ling stood alone in the hallway and was silent for a moment. She then lifted her hand to knock.

There was no response even after several knocks. It seemed to be extremely quiet inside the room. She continued knocking, and after around thirty seconds, she heard the sound of footsteps approaching. The door then swung open.

The man inside had already showered and changed. His hair was clean and messy, and it appeared as though he was about to head to bed. His gaze lingered on her for a moment before he silently released the door and turned to head in.

Feng Ling saw that he intended for her to come in; in any case, there was no way for her to return to her place right now. She most likely would have to ask Li Nanheng for his spare key.

She entered the room with her gaze fixed on the man's back. She was uninterested in the renovation works done in this place. After all, regardless of whether this apartment was rented or bought, that was not her focus right now.

"Is your injury serious?" She closed the door after following him in and went straight for the main topic.

Li Nanheng casually picked up the cigarette box on the coffee table and lowered his head to light one up. He then turned back to look at her and spoke as though nothing had happened: "What injury?"

Feng Ling approached him and paused around one meter away from him. Even after he had a shower and some rest, his complexion remained pale. Even as he used the smoke escaping his lips to conceal this, she could still see it clearly.

"Although I was drugged at the time, my mind was fully conscious. That blow you received wasn't light."

"Is that so?" Li Nanheng narrowed his eyes and took another drag. "There isn't an open wound or any blood. It's a small injury. Not worth mentioning."

Feng Ling watched him coldly. "Treating me like a three-year-old again? It might be better if it was a surface wound. The sort of injury left by that sort of metal rod is under the skin. Under those circumstances, a blow against your neck's most sensitive part could have left you disabled! Why didn't you just avoid it! Even if I fell, I wouldn't have died! Have you considered you could have lost your life?"

Li Nanheng glanced at her. His expression was indifferent: "I wouldn't have dropped you even if I died."

Feng Ling was speechless as she watched him: "That won't move me."

"En, I know." The man took another drag. His expression was solemn, as though he already knew of how she didn't have any conscience.

Feng Ling then scanned the clothes he was wearing. She spoke softly: "Take off your clothes. Let me have a look."

Li Nanheng's brows moved slightly amidst the smoke: "En? You asked me to take off my clothes?"

Feng Ling's expression was impatient. She answered coldly: "I'll take a look at your injury."

The man did not move. He stood silently and lifted one corner of his lip: "There's no need to look. I already said it's just a small injury. There's no point in looking at it."

"Li Nanheng, quit wasting time. I'm just taking a look; I didn't say I'll take responsibility for you. At least let me take a peek. It's an injury on your neck!" Feng Ling had lost her patience. She approached him to grab a fistful of his shirt.

Li Nanheng lowered his head as the woman abruptly approached him. He directly caught her hand and pressed it against his chest.

Feng Ling paused. She could feel the warmth of his skin even through his clothes. Although this was a normal warmth, it strangely felt as though her entire arm had been scalded. She rushed to tug her hand away but was held down heavily by the man. He held onto her with one hand and kept his other hand in his pocket. The cigarette was caught between his lips as he narrowed his eyes to watch her. He appeared incredibly domineering.

"All the more reason I can't show you. If you say that you'll take responsibility, I'll take off my shirt for you right now. But since you say that you won't do it, what would I take it off? Do you think this old man enjoys taking off his clothes in front of women?" Li Nanheng spoke with the cigarette between his lips. From his muffled voice, it sounded like he was smiling.

Feng Ling tugged her hand back with force and took a step back. Her expression was poor as she spoke coldly: "In the past, you never spared any effort to hold yourself back from taking your shirt off around me."