Chapter 883: The Story of Ling and Heng (146)

Chapter 883: The Story of Ling and Heng (146)

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"Will that really be enough?" She did not really trust him.

Li Nanheng glanced at her coldly from the side: "It's my wrist. Would I possibly continue enduring the pain for no good reason? Do as I say. Why do you have so much to ask?"

Feng Ling: "Oh."

That was also true; he wouldn't possibly allow his wrist to become crippled.

She rushed to retrieve a hot towel before looking for Da Bin to borrow his self-heating knee pad.

Surprisingly, that knee pad really became hot in her hands. Feng Ling studied it for a while before she realized there was a secret compartment for batteries. No wonder it could heat up on its own.

After bringing it back, she wrapped the towel around Li Nanheng's wrist and placed the knee pad on top of it, making sure that it provided a suitable amount of heat. She wrapped it tightly so that it was not only a warm compress, but it fixed his wrist and prevented him from making movements that could possibly lead to further injuries.

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Li Nanheng's wrist injury wasn't light. Fattie, as well, although he managed to keep his life, caught a serious cold. He was stuck in bed all day with a fever and a serious cough. As a result, the people in both tents were especially busy. During meal times, they had to help each other to cook. They wracked their brains to cook porridge and other light-tasting food.

Li Nanheng wasn't as needy as Fattie; it was his left hand that was injured. However, whenever it was time to eat, Feng Ling would take the initiative to approach him. She would either hand him a spoon so he could have an easier time eating, or place the dishes on his bowl so he wouldn't have to move much.

Initially, Li Nanheng refused her help. However, after he grew comfortable, he gave up even using the spoon and waited for her to feed him.

Feng Ling saw that he really could not move his wrist due to the pain. Although she felt that it was slightly inappropriate, she still fed him. She told herself to treat him like a twenty-plus years old child. Since he wanted her to feed him, she would just feed him.

This back and forth happened over and over again. Eventually, Li Nanheng made her help even with removing his coat. Through the day, aside from when he needed the bathroom, he made Feng Ling help him with almost everything.

It was evening again. Last night, Li Nanheng did not shower due to his injury. He would not be able to shower yet today.

Feng Ling visited the other tent to check on Fattie. His fever had already reduced, but he was still weak. After soaking in the cold water for so long and suffering a terrible fright, it was likely that his illness would take a while to recover. The other brothers were staying by his side regardless of day and night to watch over him. After confirming that there weren't any problems, Feng Ling finally returned to her tent.

The moment she returned, she saw that Li Nanheng had taken off his outwear and entered the shower room with only a T-shirt.

Feng Ling stared at his back in suspicion and called: "Boss, what are you doing in the shower room? You can't shower right now."

"I can't even wash my hair?"

Li Nanheng always had mysophobia. He could resist taking a shower for a day or two, but he really could not adjust to not even washing his hair.

Feng Ling followed him over and stood by the shower room door. She watched as he buried his head in the sink and turned the tap with one hand. He then began scooping the water to pour over his head.

"You're going to wash like that?"

"Otherwise?"

As his back was bent, his voice was lower and heavier. It was slightly nasally and a bit husky.

He closed his eyes and leaned closer to the sink. His movements seemed strenuous, but he was insistent on washing his hair.

Feng Ling watched him for a while.

Li Nanheng was pouring the water over his head when he heard Feng Ling's footsteps approaching

In the next second, another set of hands reached for the water. She tugged aside his uninjured hand and began pouring the warm water over his head.

He paused in his movements and maintained his posture to turn over to look at her.

Feng Ling 's voice was unbelievably natural: "It's inconvenient for you to do this. I'll do it."

Li Nanheng did not speak. His hand paused in mid-air for a moment before he slowly lowered it. He held onto the sink and did not move again.

Feng Ling's combat skills were exceptionally good. Even though she was thinner and smaller than the rest, during their training, she always displayed an impressive amount of strength. However, right now, her movements were very gentle. She scooped the water over his head and then gently rubbed his hair.

After dampening his hair sufficiently, she closed the tap and turned to take her shampoo.

"Boss, my shampoo isn't as good as the ones you use in the base. Are you all right with that?"

He paused. Even with his eyes shut, he did not forget to speak snidely: "I've already used it once the day before. Do I look like the kind of person who would mind this sort of thing?"

Feng Ling rolled her eyes while he could not see her. She naturally wouldn't know if he was that kind of person. But he was so particular about cleanliness, who knew if he would be uncomfortable with using someone else's shower products.

She did not say more. She squeezed out some shampoo and rubbed it between her palms until it foamed up. She then applied it to his hair.

In the simple and tight shower room, the light bulb produced a warm yellow haze.

The tall and broad-shouldered man kept his waist bent as he stood unmoving; it was as though an unyielding man was taking the rare posture of a subject before her. She stood by his side as she carefully washed his hair. Her movements were light, slow, and slightly awkward.

However, she still tried her best to wash his hair well. Feng Ling, who did not wish to make things too uncomfortable for him, was completely unaware of the torture Li Nanheng was enduring and the mental challenge he was dealing with.

The man closed his eyes. With his vision blocked off, the darkness made his body even more sensitive.

He bent his back and kept his hands against the sink as he felt the soft sensation of her hands rubbing against his hair. Occasionally, she would scratch gently; it did not hurt, nor did it itch. Instead, it silently lit a flame.

Her fingers landed by his ear, carrying a small spark with it.

She pressed his scalp, causing his sensitive body to turn numb.

She turned the tap on and began pouring water over his hair again, asking: "Is the water all right? Does it burn?"

The temperature was suitable; it was warm but not hot.

However, as it flowed past his hair and neck, he began to burn up.

Feng Ling hands rubbed back and forth between his hair. Her fingers gently caressed his ears to remove the foam there. She then swiped past the stray hairs on his neck.

Li Nanheng stood there, unmoving. He felt as though someone had lit several flames in his chest; one after another, it was impossible to extinguish them.

This went on for a while until the soap on his hair and neck were all washed off. Feng Ling then brought a towel to help him wipe his hair. "Done!"

Li Nanheng lifted his head, but did not straighten his back. His hands were still pressed against the sink. He spoke calmly: "The water has entered my clothes. Do you mind wiping my body for me?"