Chapter 1107: The Story of Ling and Heng (370)
Chapter 1107: The Story of Ling and Heng (370)
Feng Ling, this woman.
She had no feminine charm but why was she so alluring?
She had a gentle and harmless face, but like the frost flower on a cliff, she would rather suffer the cold wind and rain than being touched.
Coming back from the reverie, he asked her not to move and continue to apply medicine to the wounds on her arm. She sweated a little when she was eating rice noodles, so the wounds reddened. He gently wiped the wounds with medical cotton dipped in disinfectant liquor and she couldn't help but gasp in pain.
"Hiss..." Feng Ling opened her eyes suddenly. "Do you treat me as a woman? Can't you be gentler?"
Li Nanheng stopped and looked at her with a faint smile. "What about you? Do you treat me as a man? Why do you never turn to me for help? Why didn't you call me when you felt something was wrong?"
Feng Ling looked at him who went back to lowering his head and treating her wounds.
She found that she just wanted to have a fight with him whenever she talked to him.
She fell silent, letting him disinfect and change the dressing for her. As if to prove that she wouldn't rely on him, even when the antiseptic liquor was rubbed on her wounds again, she didn't make any sound but just looked at her legs.
When he lifted her leg to apply medicine for her, Feng Ling said that there was no need to lift her leg up, but the man said his feet were numb, so he sat beside her and put her leg on his thigh.
This pose...
In particular, her pants were lifted up. Now her white legs were placed on his legs, which looked really embarrassing.
However, the man was applying medicine on her wounds with a serious look.
Li Nanheng's hand stroked her legs and he couldn't look away. Feng Ling felt that he did it on purpose, so she tried to pull her legs out, but the man suddenly applied cool ointment to her wounds seemingly inadvertently. She shivered with the stimulus, and once again, he pressed her legs on his thigh and continued to stroke them.
Feng Ling: "..."
In fact, Feng Ling had suffered many injuries from the missions in XI Base, but she had a unique advantage, which was that her wounds healed very quickly and wouldn't leave scars. Her old injuries were no longer obvious as time went by and there were only some light and faint traces on her skin.
The only scar on her whole body was the cross cut on her shoulder that he made with a knife. It didn't look very ugly, but when he thought of what the two of them had experienced in Snake Valley, he still couldn't help but tremble.
He looked at the straight white legs under his hands.
This poor girl was actually born in a rich family and was supposed to live carefree and happily like Feng Mingzhu. Unfortunately, she encountered that disaster. The Feng family didn't know that their baby girl who they missed for twenty years actually grew up in a wolf cave by drinking wolf milk. In order to survive in this cruel world, she had cut her hair, pretended to be a man, and did dangerous jobs that most men couldn't handle in XI Base for many years.
After her real gender was exposed, she should have lived like an ordinary girl, but she was used to that kind of life.
He really wished he could give her all the things she lacked in her previous twenty years to let her know that she didn't have to live such a hard life. Instead, she could live like a little princess.
The man's hand stroked her legs and the medicine had been evenly applied on the wounds. Feng Ling followed his gaze to look down, only to see that his hand was on her knee.
"Has the medicine been applied?" she asked.
Li Nanheng glanced at her. "Do you have to live alone like this? Are you really not planning to find your family?"
"No."
Feng Ling answered without hesitation.
"If you return to your family, you will probably live a carefree life and no longer need to worry about anything in the future, and they will make up to you all the things that you have missed. Even so, you still don't want to find them back?"
"No."
Feng Ling frowned impatiently. "Why do you suddenly mention this? I am unsociable and not used to having contact with too many people. If I go back to my so-called family, I don't know how to face them and I may even lose my freedom. I don't want that kind of life."
Most importantly, she really didn't want to call him brother-in-law.
She couldn't accept it.
She didn't speak her mind.
But she didn't know that the day she was drunk, she had told everything to Nanheng. She took her leg back from his thigh and sat on the sofa upright. "I'm going to sleep."
Li Nanheng looked at her. When the woman was about to get up, he suddenly held her wrist. The moment she looked back at him because of the pain from the injuries on her arm, he immediately let go of her arm but hugged her waist and pressed her to the sofa.
Feng Ling sat down on the sofa and turned to look at him. "What are you doing?"
Li Nanheng raised his hand and touched her still wet hair as if to soothe her irritable mood.
"I know you're not suitable for living in a complex environment, especially since you like to stay alone. People always say that you are eccentric and not good at communicating with others, but I think you are just too cautious and not willing to expose your true emotions. It's just because of the luck that God bestowed you and your aloof personality that you're still alive."
"..."
Why did he suddenly say these to her?
Feng Ling had never thought about going back to her family. She had hidden the pair of jade pendants in the suitcase, which she didn't intend to show to anyone for the rest of her life.
The Feng family people might really be her family, but when she thought of Feng Mingzhu and the breaking news about Li Nanheng marrying her, she repelled going back to the Feng family.
"I just want a simple life. Being alive is more important than anything else," Feng Ling said in a low voice, trying to get up but was still hugged and pressed on the sofa by the man.