Chapter 1087: The Story of Ling and Heng (350)

After being forcefully kissed for a while, Feng Ling finally managed to turn away from him. She immediately cursed: “You basta…”

Before she could finish speaking, the man’s kiss covered her lips once more. Finally, as she nearly suffocated from his heavy and dominating kiss, the man spoke against her lips huskily: “You’re not allowed to curse.”

Feng Ling’s complexion had turned very pale by then.

“You’re drunk to this extent and you have the shame to tell me not to curse? Even if I was cursing, I would be scolding you, you bastar…”

The man gave her another punishing kiss. Finally, Feng Ling laid back on the bed weakly to catch her breath. She pushed against his chest with some difficulty but was unable to get him to budge.

Li Nanheng’s body always carried a pleasant scent. However, as it had been his birthday today, he had chatted with Mr. Mo for quite some time and drank a lot of alcohol. No matter how expensive those were, after mixing so many different types together, the scent was heavy. Furthermore, since her last taste of red wine, Feng Ling had grown somewhat sensitive to the scent of alcohol. She wanted to avoid it as much as possible.

However, he did not allow her the slightest chance to avoid him.

She pushed against his chest. “Sober up first, get up…”

This man watched her as though she was a prey trapped in his cage; it caused her to feel uncomfortable. Despite her struggles, he remained pressing on her heavily. He did not budge in the slightest.

“Li Nanheng, even if you want to go into heat, you have to take a clear look at the other party. Get up first, I’m not your wife… Uu!”

Feng Ling’s words were once again unreasonably halted by the man’s kiss. She stared in disbelief at the shameless man, but he did not allow her to escape. He nibbled against her lips intimately and when she shifted to bite him, he brushed their tongues together, causing her body to turn numb from the sensation.

If she wasn’t consumed with rage, if she had paid close attention to him, perhaps she would have noticed that the man’s fierce and dominating kiss carried a hint of doting reserved only for her. No matter how she tried to bite him, he kissed her patiently and deepened it bit by bit. Finally, as he wore her down, he nibbled and sucked at her tongue until she felt her body burning hot and numb.

Feng Ling forcefully tugged out one of her hands to smack his shoulders but was easily caught. He pressed her fist down by her side once more.

The man’s unique scent and the strong smell of alcohol entered her nose and lips, causing her brain to become somewhat heavy. The heaviness was difficult to bear, to the point where even her heart was aching. She did not understand this ache well; however, the thought that Li Nanheng was treating her the way he did his wife, and the thought that he had presented one side of himself to her and another, intimate and loving side to his wife, left her feeling as though she was about to burst apart.

Was this the so-called jealousy?

Feng Ling angrily tried to avert her face. Her entire body was tight with tension as she tried to avoid his kiss. However, the man easily tightened his hold around her. It was impossible for her to escape him.

Finally, as his lips shifted to her earlobe, she regained the breath to scold him: “Li Nanheng, if you dare to do that sort of thing to me again under the pretext of being drunk, I guarantee you won’t ever see me again in this lifetime!”

Li Nanheng did not respond but he suddenly quietened down. He pressed on top of her with his lips against her earlobe and did not move.

That sort of thing?

Li Nanheng slowly shifted his gaze down. In a rare occasion, the little woman did not have a stony expression on. Instead, her brows and gaze clearly conveyed her anger.

Did he do something to her previously?

What sort of thing?

The room was dim in the evening and Feng Ling could not get a clear look of the man’s gaze. She wasn’t sure if he had been startled conscious by her, but she immediately pushed him aside with force. Finally, the man relented and fell back laying by her side. Feng Ling immediately sat up and was about to move off the bed. However, the man abruptly reached his long arms and brought her back into his embrace. He forcefully tugged down and laid by his side to hold her tightly in his arms.

“Are you drunk or not? Don’t be so shameless, I’m not your wife!”

In Feng Ling’s entire lifetime, she had never experienced such turbulent emotions; she felt as though her heart had been tossed into a deep fryer. All sorts of feelings were welling up; the sour, the painful, all of it. She never thought that hearing the single word ‘wife’ from this man would cause her to lose completely control over her heart.

Li Nanheng did not respond, but his firm actions conveyed to her that he was determined she was his wife. He slowly tightened his grip and left her no opportunity to escape.

Feng Ling’s heart was still being tossed in all directions.

She closed her eyes. The lights in the room were piercing. She averted her face to avoid the brightness and the sensation of the man’s breath against her body. She suddenly felt especially helpless.

She had chosen not to return to the Xi Base, not because of the pride she had lost back then, but because of him.

She had resolved not to look back, not because she no longer liked him, but because she could no longer like him.

However, after coming all the way to Hai City, it turned out that he had followed her here. She had made her best attempt to avoid him, yet he refused to stop pressing close; even though, previously, he had already decided to give her the cold-shoulder. Right now, the emotional circumstance caused her to become fully aware of the heavy feelings in her heart. Was he feeling accomplished from the rejection and jealousy in her heart?

Will he only give up when even someone like her is forced to completely drown in her feelings? When love finally becomes a matter of life or death for her?

On this very day, she finally understood.

It turned out that the rationality she had forcefully held onto, and the words she had resolutely used to convey her indifference, were all too weak to defend against an intimate call of ‘wife’ from him.

Feng Ling closed her eyes and did not feel like moving again. Even if she tried, there was no way she could escape his hold. Eventually, she stopped wasting her strength and laid quietly for him to embrace her as he pleased. As she almost fell asleep in the midst of those relentless feelings, she vaguely sensed the man watching her from the side. However, she did not open her eyes.

Li Nanheng watched the little woman who had finally learned to be angry and was getting herself all worked up from her jealousy-driven rage. He held her firmly in his arms. His gaze was darker than even the evening sky.

After experiencing all sorts of emotions, she finally fell asleep. He reached up to touch her face. As he felt her cold cheeks, he slowly sat up.

He guessed that Feng Ling must have really angered herself deeply; even as she was asleep, her brows were still furrowed.

Li Nanheng lifted her in his arms and placed her back on the bed; he rested her head properly on the pillow and adjusted the blankets over her. Feng Ling appeared to be sleeping poorly and even in her dreams, she was not at ease. He gently caressed her hair.

Silly, you’re eating your own vinegar. [1. The sour taste of vinegar is associated with jealousy in Chinese culture.] Let’s see how long you can stay composed.

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