Chapter 893: The Story of Ling and Heng (156)

Chapter 893: The Story of Ling and Heng (156)

Since that year, when she was five years old, after being brought out of that wolf's den, she never cried a single drop of tear.

She could no longer remember what it was like to cry.

The last time it happened, she vaguely remembered being around three years old. The starving pain had brought her to tears. At the time, she had been skinny and shriveled. She never had enough food and could not understand much due to her young age. Every time she failed to find food, she would cry.

Afterward, she gradually forgot how to cry.

However, right now, there was a burning heat in the corner of her eyes.

Even though it was just a thin layer of callus on her palm, to Feng Ling, it was much more sensitive than anywhere else. She wanted to tug her hand back, but the man held her wrist tightly. His kiss lasted on her palm for a long moment, and as Feng Ling finally stopped struggling, he slowly kissed down her palm toward her wrist. He brushed past her pulse, and as he felt her heavy heartbeat, he left kiss after kiss over her skin.

Finally, the man's kiss returned to her lips.

Feng Ling immediately fisted the sheets under her palms. Her toes curled in tightly.

She felt as though she was submerged in a tsunami. Her rationality had burnt away during that instant. Although the remnants of her instincts reminded her that she could not allow this to continue, that she needed to push him away, the man's warmth was lingering on her palm. His earlier gaze had been cherishing in a way she had never seen before.

Could a child raised by a wolf like her be one day cherished by someone?

She could throw everything aside to ensure she would have a warm meal, a warm blanket to hide in, and a life to hold onto. Could someone like her also be cared for gently?

Could she also be treated as a woman, to have someone else's heart ache for her, and to be doted on?

Even a thin layer of callus; was there someone who would treat it as a mark of her hard work and struggle? Was there someone who would understand and ache for her?

She wasn't sure what emotions had influenced her thoughts. She did not move again. The thought that someone could enter their tent anytime completely left her. As the man moved incessantly, she gripped the sheets tightly. Her mind spun with everything that she was experiencing.

—-

As she bit her lips in pain, the man's burning heat caused her to suck in a breath. However, she was unable to make any noise. She endured all of the pain and swallowed back her cries.

—-

The alcohol was burning hot.

Their desire was also burning hot.

Their body temperature was equally heated.

The love and hatred born from their years of conflict in the base were all awakened.

Inside the tent, under the faint light, the curtain would occasionally flutter when the cold wind brushed past it. The little window was completely covered.

The man's fever had yet to reduce. No matter how he moved, he did not sweat. However, Feng Ling's forehead was already covered in sweat.

She gripped his shoulders tightly and suddenly felt a sense of loss and helplessness. Now that things had developed to this stage, she did not know how they should continue. However, she instinctively held onto his neck and breathed in the strong scent of alcohol on his body.

For nearly two hours, it was as though Feng Ling had been tossed into a deep fryer. She was tossed back and forth, here and there.

In any case, her first encounter with a man was not especially comfortable. Li Nanheng was completely unconscious and irrational. He left her without any strength to struggle, much less to bite him.

The man held onto her waist with a death grip.

She held the blankets tightly and experienced the man's burning heat. As she submerged in his fever, for the first time in her life, she felt that her injuries might be quite serious.

And it was an 'internal' injury!

—-

When everything finally ended, it was still silent and still outside.

The man had collapsed on the bed, surrounded by the mess he had left behind. He had yet to recover from his drunken state, and it wasn't clear if he was experiencing exhaustion, or if he was relaxed after finally satiating his desire. In any case, he had laid down and directly fell back asleep.

Feng Ling tolerated the pain in her body; her lower body was especially aching. There wasn't anything she could hold onto next to the bed, and as she stood up, she abruptly stumbled onto the ground.

She sat up and reached for the remnants of her binding cloth and her torn up clothes. She wrapped her down jacket around herself, and despite the difficulty, she tugged her luggage out from under her bed. She retrieved a new binding cloth and a fresh set of clothes, tossing the old ones into the furnace heater to burn it up. Afterward, she finally then staggered into the restroom.

As she was fearful that Da Bin would discover something amiss when he returned, she rushed to take a quick, five-minute shower. After putting on her clothes, she slowly walked out to look at the man on the bed. After a long struggle, she finally managed to neaten up the bed. Thankfully, her bedsheets were black, and it concealed the small patch of blood perfectly. No one would discover it.

She wiped the man clean and tugged the bedsheet out from under him. Due to his fever, everyone had been wiping his body frequently every day. The bastard was basically undressed from the beginning. She settled his pants simply, and after covering him up with a blanket, she felt that it was unlikely Da Bin and the rest would notice anything. Finally, she released a long breath and sat down by the bedside weakly.

Li Nanheng had been completely unconscious earlier. No matter if it were the gentle kisses or the fierce treatment, those were all his instincts.

And thus, she was not treated gently at all during her first time.

In fact, the repeated, fierce encounter made her suspect if something had been torn.

A simple movement left her body aching painfully. She turned to eye the man who was lying on the bed as though nothing had happened. Her gaze then shifted back to that empty bottle of soybean spirit.

Recalling the man's movements earlier, Feng Ling felt her head exploding with heat.

Li Nanheng now knew everything.

As Feng Ling watched the man who was either unconscious or asleep, she fell into a dilemma.

Would she be chased out of the base?

What was she supposed to do?