Chapter 816: The Story of Ling and Heng (79)

Chapter 816: The Story of Ling and Heng (79)

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At this moment, Li Nanheng was fully expressing his abilities to be concise and comprehensive. Now that he had said two words, he definitely wouldn't say another.

Even though he was the one who suggested coming out to eat, with his two lines of 'anything,' Feng Ling, who had never eaten any of these food, was completely at a loss as to how to continue the conversation.

She also did not know how to begin choosing.

She turned her head and scanned his indifferent, composed expression. This was really a struggle. The two walked together for a while but the man did not speak the whole time. He only glanced at the various stalls every so often and did not comment much.

After asking someone out to eat, was he leaving the person by his side to perish on her own?

Was this the so-called straight man disorder of being unromantic and not knowing how to coax people?

If she had known it would be like this, she would never have run out of the hospital in the middle of the night to stroll the street food.

But Boss Li had taken the initiative to suggest this, she couldn't have said yes any faster; how could she possibly have refused him?

Feng Ling tried her best to look for topics to talk about. "Boss, typically, when other members of the base get injured, do you also personally visit them at the hospital?"

"I do."

"Then, do you also sleep in the same hospital room as them?"

Li Nanheng glanced at her. "If there's something you want to say, say it directly. Don't beat around the bush to sneak the answers out of me."

Feng Ling: "..."

She was seen through so easily.

Nanheng glanced at her face and indifferently added: "After all, I'm the person-in-charge of this base, and the leader of every training team. Typically, aside from missions and training, I rarely interact with the members. If they are injured while carrying out our missions, and I don't personally appear to show that every member is valuable, I'll really be stepping out of line."

These words made it sound as though he had only visited her to fulfill his duties, and that he had no intention whatsoever to care for her.

Even though he was clearly someone who was cold on the outside and warm on the inside, he insisted on making himself sound so fickle and difficult to approach.

Feng Ling's hair fluttered as the night wind passed through. She rubbed the scattered hair with some frustration and suddenly seemed to have thought of something. She turned and raised her head to ask him: "Boss, are there any barber shops nearby?"

Li Nanheng paused to watch her. "Why are you looking for a barber shop?"

"To cut my hair. I feel that recently my hair seems to have grown quite a bit. It'll be just nice if I trim it to around K's and Tam's length." She pointed at her soft, short hair clinging against her forehead. "The barber at the base always says that my hair quality is good, and that it'll be a waste to shave it short. He insists on making me keep such a hairstyle. It's rare that I can come out. If there's a barber shop nearby, I'll go shave away a few inches. That way, I might appear a bit more healthy?"

This guy wants to shave his hair?

Li Nanheng glanced at her expressionlessly.

Although the young man's hair was short, it made him appear gentle-mannered and refined. Just by looking at it, one would feel that it was especially soft.

He attempted to imagine the way Feng Ling would look with her hair further trimmed.

He had to admit that even if Feng Ling's hair was shorter, she would be equally good-looking. However, he had grown used to seeing her this way. If her hairstyle was suddenly changed, he would feel that something was amiss.

Li Nanheng couldn't clearly say why, but he did not wish for her to trim her hair too short.

Furthermore, the length of her hair right now was normal. It was soft and loose. Even if he rubbed against it, it would surely feel very comfortable. If a few inches were trimmed away, it would likely be uncomfortable to touch.

When Feng Ling first came to the base, her hair was very short. Afterward, it was the base's barber that gave her that hairstyle. Since then, her hair has always been that way.

Li Nanheng couldn't clearly identify his thoughts. He only quickly glanced at the nearby barber shop to reply mildly: "There aren't any nearby."

Feng Ling faltered. "Then, typically where do you guys go to cut your hair? Does the barber in the base help you too?"

"There are so many men in the base, why would I go through all that trouble? Buy an electric trimmer and do it yourself," he calmly lied to her face.

Feng Ling watched him with some disbelief. Although his hair was short, it still appeared natural and attractive: "Boss, you cut this style on your own?"

Li Nanheng was too lazy to reply. As they passed by the barber shop ahead, he intentionally brought her to walk through the crowd to stay close to the other side of the road.

He did not answer and Feng Ling did not pursue an answer. However, she thought about K and the other member's hairstyles; they always appeared around the same. It turns out that everyone had cut their hair on their own. It was no wonder they barely had any creativity. They always either had a very short trim or an inch-long cut. However, after seeing it for so long, she found it clean. Furthermore, short trims were a test of people's attractiveness. The evidence proved that the group of people from their base were all rather attractive.

After passing by the barber shop and making sure that Feng Ling wouldn't notice it, Nanheng silently continued ahead.

Feng Ling wasn't silly. After walking a while, she found that something was amiss. She glanced back at the crowd. "When did we pass by the barbeque stall? Boss, don't you want to give it a taste?"

Li Nanheng: "Korean barbecue is extremely bad. I'm not interested. Eat anything you want, but forget about the Korean barbecue."

"Is it that bad? I've always heard others say that it's good, especially..."

"It's extremely bad."

Feng Ling: "..."

Why did she strangely feel that Boss was going against his conscience to say those words?

She did not pause to consider further. She thought that perhaps Boss simply didn't enjoy barbecue and the like.

Although they were here to stroll the food street, Li Nanheng did not allow Feng Ling to eat the food from the roadside stores. He made sure to take the longer path around whenever they encountered stalls that were emitting large amounts of smoke. Feng Ling knew it was because she still needed to do inhalation therapy and wasn't suited to breath in those fumes.

A noodle restaurant was right before them; it was even a large-scale chain restaurant that originated from China.

Li Nanheng spoke: "While you're recovering, you won't be participating in training or exercises. It's difficult to digest while lying down on the bed. We'll eat noodles that are easy to digest."

After speaking, the man headed for the entrance.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly recalled that Feng Ling typically seemed to enjoy eating noodles whenever she was in the cafeteria. He turned back and gripped her wrist to pull her in.

Her wrist was unbelievably thin and delicate; even though she clearly had the strength to hold a rifle up, her wrist was so thin.

Nanheng held back the urge to tug her sleeves back to see exactly how thin she was underneath. He did not say much as he brought her to a relatively quiet corner in the shop.

As it was crowded in the restaurant and most of the seats were taken, it was difficult to find a table. Thankfully, their luck was good. They had only just entered when a table leaning against the window at the back was freed up.

As Feng Ling sat down, she glanced out at the street food. "We're not eating the food outside?"