Chapter 962: The Story of Ling and Heng (225)

Chapter 962: The Story of Ling and Heng (225)

"That's less than half an hour." Hearing it, Li Nanheng helped Feng Ling lean against the cliff wall, then took off her coat, and took out a sharp dagger from the interlayer of her coat.

Feng Ling leaned weakly against the rock wall and panted hard. Feeling breathless, she felt very uncomfortable and fell into a trance.

Hearing some sound, she opened her eyes with difficulty, only to see that Li Nanheng had made a fire with leaves and was baking the dagger on the fire.

She sat there motionlessly and watched the man's movements.

After baking the dagger for a few minutes, Li Nanheng put his shoulder close to her mouth, held her arm in one hand, and held the dagger in the other, saying in a low voice: "Bite me if it hurts."

Feng Ling looked at him. "It has been half an hour and the poisonous blood has probably..."

"Shut up. We will clear the poisonous blood as much as we can." Li Nanheng said while warning, "Don't move."

In the next moment, a sharp pain came from Feng Ling's numb arm. Without being anesthetized, she had to endure the flesh-cutting pain.

The sterilized dagger cut a cross on her wound, and in order to reduce her pain, Li Nanheng treated her wound very quickly. Soon, dark blood that had become more viscous because of snake venom flowed out.

At the same time, the man untied her belt, wrapped it around her arm tightly, and tightened to stop the blood from flowing back to her heart.

Feng Ling burst into a cold sweat in pain. She bit her lips hard and refused to groan, nor did she bite Li Nanheng's shoulder.

Li Nanheng squeezed out most of the poisonous blood and looked back at her painful expression. "Hold on."

"Um." Sweating profusely, Feng Ling nodded t, closing her eyes and letting him continue to process her wound.

When the thick blood squeezed out gradually became normal and the color of the blood was no longer so dark, Li Nanheng lowered his head and began to suck the blood out with his mouth. Feng Ling shuddered instantly and turned to look at him. She tried to push him away but had no strength to do it.

"Don't..." She felt that the wound below his lips was burning and she said hoarsely, "That's not good..."

Li Nanheng spat out a mouthful of dark blood that had just been sucked out and said flatly, "I have no injury in my mouth. It's OK."

"Boss, don't... you can't do this..."

However, no matter how hard she tried to stop him, Li Nanheng still kept sucking the blood out of her wound. When he finally stopped, the blood flowing out finally turned from dark to red but the blood was still flowing hard.

Li Nanheng glanced at the coat on his body, and after unbuttoning it, he was about to take off his clothes under the coat.

Feng Ling guessed what he was going to do next and immediately said feebly, "Boss... are you going to bind my wound with a cloth strip to stop it from bleeding?"

"Yes." The man answered without hesitation, nor did he hesitate to undress.

Seeing that he was going to tear his T-shirt, Feng Ling hurriedly put her hand over his with some difficulty. "Don't, don't... I have... cloth strips... I have..."

As if understanding what she meant in an instant, Li Nanheng looked at her and asked, "What?"

Feng Ling looked at him, bit her pale lips, but then smiled. She slowly put her hand on the neckline of her shirt and then slowly unbuttoned the buttons one by one.

Li Nanheng didn't stop her but just looked at her without saying a word.

When the buttons were all unbuttoned, Feng Ling slowly revealed the chest-wrap cloth inside. "Do you need cloth strips? I have... many..."

Li Nanheng stared at her face motionlessly, and then looked at the chest wrap. If they weren't in such an environment, perhaps when she suddenly confessed to him, he might be unable to control all his emotions.

But at this moment, he didn't have time to think about anything but to save her life. She couldn't die.

There was no smile or surprise on his face, and he just asked indifferently, "What is this?"

Feng Ling took a deep breath with difficulty, saying, "Yes, a lot of cloth strips..."

Li Nanheng glanced at her bleeding arm and asked huskily, "I am asking you, what is this?"

Feng Ling stared at him, her eyes frank and fearless. "This is... my secret."

"Your secret? Your secret is that you are actually a woman?" Li Nanheng's expression did not change at all. She couldn't tell whether he had known about this long ago or now.

Feng Ling didn't explain much. She raised her hand to pull open the chest wrap and said softly, "Anyway, it is impossible for me to go back to the base alive. My gender doesn't matter anymore. I want to be honest with you before I die..."

"Didn't you say.. .I was not honest enough?" Feng Ling looked at him and looked relieved. "I'm honest now."

Seeing that she was going to unravel the chest wrap, Li Nanheng pressed his hand on hers to stop her and buttoned all her buttons deadpan. Then he took off his T-shirt, tore it into strips, and quickly fastened them to her wound.

Watching his movements, Feng Ling looked at him blankly. Seeing that he seemed to be angry, she said hoarsely, "Boss, are you angry that I kept it from you for so long?"

Li Nanheng didn't speak but fastened the cloth strips around her wound harder.

"I'm sorry." Her voice was still low and weak as if the wind could blow it away: "If it weren't for the fact that I'm dying, I don't know how long I will pretend to be a man... but now..."

She suddenly grinned. "I'm happy that I can die in your presence."

"Don't speak. You are being noisy." Li Nanheng looked fretful and picked up another cloth strip to wrap her wound.

Feng Ling felt that her consciousness was dissipating and she said glassy-eyed, "Boss, thank you for loving me... In my short life, you're like my sunshine... I'm so glad I met..."

Suddenly the man held her into his arms and began to fiercely kiss her to block all her "last words." He ruthlessly invaded her mouth and pressed her against his chest so hard as if trying to integrate her into his body!