Chapter 926: The Story of Ling and Heng (189)
Chapter 926: The Story of Ling and Heng (189)
Feng Ling remained unconscious as Li Nanheng carried her into the condo. After placing her on the bed, he immediately moved to remove her bloodstained clothes. He opened her coat to see a thin shirt underneath. After hesitating for a short moment, he removed her coat. Due to her position, he could see the edge of the binding cloth underneath her shirt.
The cloth wasn't obvious and those who didn't know would only assume it was another layer of shirt.
Thankfully, only her coat was stained with blood. He reached out and began unbuttoning her thin shirt. Originally, he planned on undoing her binding cloth so she could breathe comfortably. However, after opening her shirt fully, his gaze landed on the cloth tightly wrapped around her chest and his movement faltered.
Knowing she was a girl was one thing.
Seeing this cloth on her figure and looking at the truth head on was a completely different matter.
The man sat in silence for a moment. He then stood up and held a towel under the tap. He brought it over to wipe her face, neck, and hands. After confirming that the residue stickiness from the blood no longer lingered on her body, he pulled her pants off.
The young girl's legs were slender and white; polished like jade. After shedding off her usual facade, she laid there quietly just like that. Due to the drug, her body temperature was much warmer than usual. Whenever he accidentally brushed against her skin, her heat lingered against his palms.
Li Nanheng picked up the dirty clothes and left. He tossed them aside and dialed a call: "Xiao Xu, bring me a set of the combat clothes Feng Ling usually wears. Make sure it's identical to what she has on right now."
Xiao Xu was slightly dumbfounded: "O-oh, sure..."
Identical?
Why does it have to be identical? Why did he emphasize the word 'identical'?
Since Boss had said so, Xiao Xu could only rush to follow his order. He recalled that Feng Ling had been wearing the combat clothes their members frequently wore in the autumn. It was likely she had several sets of them.
After ending the call, Li Nanheng did not return to the bedroom. Instead, he picked up a cigarette lighter from the coffee table and lowered his head to light a cigarette. As wisps of white smoke surrounded him, his figure seemed to become more seductive.
It was extremely quiet in the apartment.
Feng Ling remained unconscious in the bedroom while Li Nanheng smoked in the living room.
Time gradually passed until Xiao Xu rushed over with the clothes. After receiving it, Li Nanheng carelessly threw Feng Ling's bloodstained clothes at him: "Get rid of this."
Xiao Xu received the clothes and took a moment to respond. Did Boss... strip Feng Ling of his clothes?
At such a time, he did not dare to turn his interested gaze onto Boss. Everyone was aware of what had happened today and none of them dared to be careless. Xiao Xu was even more cautious. He nodded his head and left with the clothes in his arms.
The man held the clean clothes and turned back to press his cigarette against the ashtray. He stood silently by the coffee table without moving. The grim aura belonging to a young master of a family of warlords was distinct on him.
Qin Siting was already on the road. He would soon arrive with his medicine box. Li Nanheng entered the bedroom with the combat clothes in his arms. He carefully helped her to put them on, to prevent her from experiencing another round of fright after learning that her secret was out.
The sky outside had already darkened, and warm yellow light filled the bedroom. The young woman remained unconscious. Her complexion was pale and the large patch of wound on her forehead made for a frightening sight.
Her pants were not even properly worn and Li Nanheng was already feeling as though he was the one who had been drugged. From the little woman's feet to her legs, he slowly moved upwards. After buttoning the pants and fixing the belt properly, a thin layer of sweat had formed on the man's body.
He was about to button up her thin shirt when his hand came into contact with her binding cloth. He faltered, pausing to watch the unconscious woman and the clear silhouette of her chest formed by the tightly wrapped cloth. He abruptly recalled the sensation he had once felt when he previously touched them. Right now, the thoughts that were filling his mind were completely based on his instincts, and these instincts were difficult to suppress.
He should have known the truth from the start and kept her safely by his side, instead of placing her in the sniper team to be at the center of everyone's attention.
He should have stripped her of her clothes long ago; otherwise, who knew how long this little liar could have had him fooled.
As he watched the woman sleep, certain emotions could no longer be suppressed and were fully revealed in his gaze.
Feng Ling, who was unconscious, was completely unaware of her current circumstance. She would never know that the man she had carefully guarded herself against was about to swallow her up with his gaze. However, her keen senses caused her to become aware of the danger of the situation even in her sleep. She furrowed her brows slightly but found her eyelids too heavy. Her body was burning hot and no matter how she tried, she could not open her eyes.
After concealing it for so long, she had assumed she would be able to keep her secret forever.
The years Li Nanheng had been absent from the base had given her the opportunity to remain undiscovered. Yet, repeated incidences of coincidences and suspicion, and an unexpected accident, eventually left her fatal secret completely open before this man's eyes.
If it had been any other time, if Li Nanheng had expressed his desire to see the clothes she wore underneath, and to see the person she truly was, things wouldn't have proceeded as easily.
In her unconscious state, she appeared quiet and obedient in a way she never was.
Li Nanheng stood by the bedside as he watched the young woman who was somewhat aware yet unable to regain consciousness. He watched the contrast of her snow white skin against her black hair, and the striking wound on her forehead. If the doorbell hadn't abruptly rang, he might have torn off her pants once more...
After all, she had been drugged. This wasn't the first or second time he thought about being a beast. Since she had dared to kill someone, she should be prepared to face the consequences. He had stood before her to protect her. After committing a mistake, it was only right for her to lay in his bed and cry in the way he dearly wished to hear.
Otherwise, there was truly no way to make up for the way his blood pressure had constantly risen as he charged into the military district at 354 kilometers per hour.
The man's gaze darkened. He forcefully suppressed the desires that even he felt were far too much. He quickly buttoned Feng Ling's shirt to conceal her binding cloth and placed the blanket over her body. He then turned around to open the door.
However, the moment he did so, the young woman on bed could not resist the effect of the drug and released a soft whine. The quiet noise had a loud impact, startling him into stumbling forward. He almost fell head-first into the door.
Li Nanheng endured. When the doorbell rang once more, he abruptly took quick steps out with a darkened expression. He hauled the door open and spoke coldly toward the handsome man dressed in a white shirt: "Fuck, can't you come later?"
Qin Siting: "...??????"