Chapter 884: The Story of Ling and Heng (147)

Chapter 884: The Story of Ling and Heng (147)

Translator:Henyee TranslationsEditor:Henyee Translations

Hearing this, Feng Ling turned to scan him; indeed, the front of his shirt was damp.

Earlier, he had bent down for her to wash his hair. The water must have dripped down his chest when she was washing away the soap.

Feng Ling did not suspect his intentions. "I'm sorry, I didn't pay attention. I'll help you wipe it off."

Li Nanheng finally then straightened his back. His gaze directly landed on her face.

Feng Ling remained serious as she brought a towel from the side and began wiping at his shirt. She looked at his shirt and said apologetically. "Take it off and wash it. Do you still have a spare set of clothes? I'll bring it over for you. Change into it first."

The man did not move his limbs and only moved his lips. "En, help me change."

Feng Ling paused with the towel in her hands. If she did not know that his wrist was injured, she would really suspect that he was intentionally messing with her.

"It's fine if you won't do it. I'll do it myself." Without waiting for her response, Li Nanheng expressionlessly shifted to push her aside.

"Don't move. It's better if I do it." Feng Ling was left with no choice. She placed the towel down and reached out to tug the man's shirt out of his pants. She was almost fully leaning in his embrace with the way she stood in front of him. She kept her arms around him as she slowly tugged his shirt out. She then closed her eyes and decisively pulled his shirt off.

Finally, she managed to pull his shirt off. She watched as the man casually tossed his freshly washed hair back. Her gaze faltered before she abruptly turned around to walk out.

She went to retrieve his clothes; it was the same T-shirt he usually wore under his clothes. However, this was in a deep gray color she rarely saw on him. He almost always wore black. On rare occasions, he would be dressed in a white vest. Perhaps it was because she rarely entered his room, but she almost never saw him in other colors.

Feng Ling entered the shower room with his clothes. The man was standing around with his bare chest as though it was completely natural for her to be waiting on him.

She wanted to hand the clothes to him, but after seeing the things wrapped around his wrist, she gave up and moved closer to help.

Although the movements were different, she still had to press herself close to the man's embrace.

When her task finally ended, Feng Ling wanted to back away. To her surprise, the man lowered his head and was watching her. Right before she could move, he suddenly took a step forward. She subconsciously took a step back at his approach until she was eventually pressed into the corner of the shower room.

The instant Feng Ling's back came into contact with the wall, memories of that very night in his room flashed past her mind and her body became tense. She wanted to move away but the man chose this moment to bend down, as though to kiss her. She immediately turned her head away, causing his lips to brush against her ear softly.

Li Nanheng lowered his head to watch her movement; his gaze was deep but he did not continue moving.

She lifted her hand and after deliberating for a moment, she placed her hand against his waist. "Boss, if you can't stand firm, I'll support you out."

She lowered her head, pretending as though she did not see his deepened gaze and shifted her arm as though to support him.

The man watched her expression. Earlier, he truly wanted to kiss her. However, his wrist was still injured and he still needed her care. He knew that there was a chance she would raise her gun against him once more. If it was now, he wouldn't be able to stop her as easily. After all, one hand could not compete against two. No matter how thin Feng Ling was, her strength had been trained by him. He knew her abilities better than anyone.

He straightened his body and did not continue forcing her. After being freed, Feng Ling immediately moved to help him out. It was only when they were by the bedside that she realized he had only injured his wrist. His legs were completely unharmed. What was she supporting him for?

She immediately moved her hand away. The man seemed to be withholding a smile as he watched her from where he sat on the bed.

Feng Ling immediately averted her eyes away: "Boss, you should rest first. I-I'll go check on Fattie..."

"Didn't you do that earlier? You're going again?"

"Ah, I did..."

She seemed completely lost about what to do next. Li Nanheng did not say more. He lifted his uninjured hand and carelessly tugged at his hair before saying mildly: "Do you remember how Wen Leqing massaged my hand the last time you were at the clinic?"

Feng Ling thought back to it. "Mostly."

It seemed like the key point was to focus on simple movements to improve blood circulation. The force applied could not be too strong or too weak, and it was necessary to rub against the injured area gently.

"Give it a try then." The man lifted his hand as he spoke.

Feng Ling: "You want me to help you massage your wrist?"

Li Nanheng raised his brows. "This will speed up the recovery process. Otherwise, do you plan on feeding me, washing my hair, and helping me change my clothes forever? At the rate things are moving, you might even need to help me when I use the restroom."

Feng Ling was silent for a moment before she finally approached him. She untied the things wrapped around his wrist. The man's wrist had turned pale after a full day of a warm compress. There was no ointment or doctors available, and she wasn't sure if a simple warm compress like this was effective. However, the man didn't seem impatient or concerned and it wasn't her place to say more. She lifted his hand and began massaging his wrist with awkward movements.

In the beginning, Li Nanheng seemed to be in a bit of pain. However, he did not say anything and allowed her to continue. Around ten minutes later, Feng Ling finally adjusted to the appropriate movement and speed. Although it wasn't evident, she still noticed that the discomfort in his gaze had eased away. Bit by bit, she followed the rhythm he seemed the most comfortable with.

Li Nanheng watched as she continued. A moment later, he suddenly grabbed her with his other hand and hauled her to his side. "Sit down."

"I'm helping you..."

"Sit down and do it!"

They sat together closely. Feng Ling turned over and carefully continued massaging him. Every so often, she would lift her head to check his expression. She only set her heart at ease when she saw that he was truly comfortable.

The man took advantage of the way they were sitting and glanced at her hair. He suddenly asked: "Has it been a while since you cut your hair?"

Too much has been happening recently, and Feng Ling could never quite squeeze out the time to trim her hair. Right now, it had already grown past her ear and was indeed slightly long.

"En," she answered and lifted her hand to tuck her hair behind her ear.

She had only moved out of habit, but the action revealed her snow-white skin and her soft ear to the man. The man's gaze darkened.