Chapter 850: The Story of Ling and Heng (113)

Chapter 850: The Story of Ling and Heng (113)

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Feng Ling could clearly feel the changes around him, especially the cold breath from the man in front of her.

Looking at Feng Ling's still calm look, Li Nanheng smiled, gnashing his teeth: "Male?"

Feng Ling looked at him without blinking. "Boss, do you want me to be a woman?"

"No." He looked expressionlessly at her face and said lightly, "I just want you to be honest to me."

Feng Ling felt there seemed to be something choking in her throat. She lifted her eyes to look at him, trying to figure out what he meant by that, but the man turned around and said coldly, "If you said you're a man, remember you will always be a man."

With that, the man walked out without looking back.

Feng Ling stood still, looking at the door that closed automatically.

Somehow, she had a feeling that Boss Li had already known her real gender.

But how was it possible?

Did she give herself away today?

She just touched the pair of silicone fake breasts just now, which felt soft and elastic and not quite different from the real one. Even if there was a difference, it was impossible for Boss to find out about it under such a circumstance.

But his look just now...

Late at night, Feng Ling lay on the bed, and, for the first time, she had insomnia. The words Li Nanheng said kept echoing in her mind, " I just want you to be honest to me."

The scene of Li Nanheng rushing into the crowd, holding her into his arms, and blocking the bullet for her with his own body also haunted her mind. She remembered the white gauze on his arm.

After closing her eyes for about half an hour, she opened her eyes abruptly again. It was late and the whole XI Base was already silent.

But she couldn't sleep.

She sat up with a jerk and began to do balance training on the ground. After about fifteen minutes, sweat had oozed from her forehead and she took a deep breath, sat on the cushion, and stared at the night sky outside the balcony.

She was easy to sweat in balance training. After only 15 minutes of training, she had been drenched in sweat. She looked out of the window until her neck was a little stiff. Then she got up and entered the bathroom to take a shower.

After the shower, she didn't rush to wrap her breasts but stood in front of the floor-standing mirror in the bathroom, looking at the naked girl in the mirror. She stared at her still swollen lips, and then down at her perfectly-shaped body. She had no idea what kind of figure a girl should have. She only knew that the last time she wore a woman's dress, she looked nice. No matter she wore a long or short wig, she looked exactly like a real, beautiful girl.

Was it because of this that Li Nanheng no longer believed her?

Had she already exposed her secret?

But she couldn't get any clue from his attitude.

Had he already known her secret? Or was he just guessing?

Feng Ling didn't understand the ways of the world well and didn't even know what love was.

She had never had any gender consciousness since she was a child. Being a man for so long, she had never thought of being a woman again. She didn't feel it mean anything to her to be a woman.

So when Li Nanheng asked her, she still answered that she was male.

But Li Nanheng's eyes were so cold when he left that she was uneasy even now. She didn't know why.

She only knew that she had insomnia.

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The next day.

At the base's routine training, in the training ground of the sniper team, five people were standing in a row and doing physical exercise.

Qiao Fei watched their movements one by one and demanded that everyone must reach the standard within an hour.

There was rain yesterday, but today it was sunny. Today was probably the last hot day before autumn.

In the sunshine, Li Nanheng's figure appeared in the training ground. Boss Li would occasionally come over and watched them train. Everyone was accustomed to it. They called him "Boss" in unison and continued to do the training seriously.

Feng Ling glanced in the direction of Li Nanheng but he didn't look at her. He just stood there watching them training silently and coldly.

His black uniform was very loose and his arm wasn't exposed, but Feng Ling knew that his arm must still be wrapped with a gauze, which was covered by the clothes.

She wondered if he was seriously injured or not. She came back in advance last night and didn't go to the medical room with him. Boss Li looked fine, so she guessed that his wound was not serious, but the sound of the bullet cutting across his flesh still echoed in her ears...

She kept staring at the man's arm, so when Qiao Fei asked them to make the second movements, she hesitated, which was really rare, so Qiao Fei immediately turned his eyes to her. "Feng Ling?"

Coming back from her reverie, Feng Ling immediately stood upright, turned around with a serious look, and continued to do the movements with others, no longer looking in that direction.

Qiao Fei looked at Li Nanheng who remained deadpan, thought about it, and didn't say anything in the end. He went forward to continue to supervise the members to do the movements. Walking up behind Feng Ling, he helped her stretch her arms and whispered to her, "Why do you look so bad? You are in a bad state today."

Feng Ling's face showed no emotion and she whispered back, "I didn't sleep well last night."

Qiao Fei glanced at her again. Indeed, she had dark circles under her eyes today. She must have been up all night last night although she never stayed up late before.

Seeing her listless, Qiao Fei turned and walked to other people. After about ten minutes, he said, "Okay, rest for half an hour, and continue after half an hour."

K was surprised. "Didn't you just say that we must reach the standard posture within an hour? Can we take a break so soon? What happened? Why does the training schedule of the base suddenly become so humanized?"

Qiao Fei squinted him. "If you don't want to rest, you can continue to practice. I will examine your performance within an hour."

K instantly put down his arms that had been stretched out. "No, I love breaks. Brother Qiao, you can't back out now!"

Qiao Fei glanced at him again, and then looked at Feng Ling. After hearing his order, she had already put down her arm, walked to a bench, and sat down.

It was rare to see Feng Ling in a bad state at the base and on the training ground. Qiao Fei was about to walk over but was suddenly blocked by the tall figure beside him.