Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing? Chapter 891 - The Story of Ling and Heng (154)

Chapter 891: The Story of Ling and Heng (154)

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
She couldn’t say if Fattie was too muddle-headed or if he had too many good intentions, but the damn Fattie was a model example of being too sloppy and simple-minded.
During a fever, even if the person was under an extreme headache, it wasn’t suitable to feed them alcohol.
Feng Ling was worried that the alcohol would cause Li Nanheng’s fever to rise again. She sat by his bedside and checked his temperature every so often.
Since the alcohol was already fed, she could only pray that Boss’s body would be strong enough to resist the challenge of the alcohol Fattie had given.
She watched him for a while. After confirming that, aside from having a slightly uneven breath, he seemed to be fine, Feng Ling finally stood up to pour some water.
She returned to feed Li Nanheng some water and dampen his lips. She was about to retrieve a bucket of water to wipe his body down when his eyes gradually opened.
The high fever had left the man with poor alcohol tolerance. He stared at her with slightly intoxicated eyes. Feng Ling saw that he was actually awake and immediately bent down to ask softly: “Boss, you’re awake?”
Li Nanheng did not speak. In the short moment since he became conscious, Feng Ling’s face was the first thing he registered. She had leaned close to him, and due to the all-nighters she had pulled, she appeared slightly frazzled and thin.
“Boss?” Feng Ling saw that he was awake, yet he wasn’t speaking. She wasn’t sure if his misty eyes were due to the alcohol, but she began to gently massage his temples out of concern that he was having a headache: “Does your head hurt badly? Is this better?”
The man remained silent as he stared at her from the short distance separating them.
Feng Ling felt that he was looking at her, yet he seemed to be seeing something else through her face. It seemed like there was some distance between them, yet it also seemed like there wasn’t any.
Could it be that after days of unconsciousness, his rationality had yet to return to him fully?
Feng Ling hesitated for a moment, deciding to toss the towel in her hand back to the bucket by the side.
When she came back to herself, she suddenly felt a burning heat around her wrist. The man had caught her wrist, and with a strength she didn’t expect him to have, he pulled her down. She was caught off guard and directly fell onto the bed and into the man’s arms.
The towel fell onto the ground, and the bucket tipped over as it came into contact with her feet. The water spilled all over the ground.
Feng Ling was startled and was about to sit up from his embrace. In a blink of an eye, the man had flipped her over and pressed her under him. Due to the long period of high fever and the alcohol he had drunk, his eyes were reddened and dark as he watched her. She wasn’t sure how to describe his gaze. He appeared like a bloodthirsty wolf watching the prey he craved the most; his eyes were fierce, stubborn, dominating, hungry, and slightly stern.
“Boss…?” Feng Ling was about to push him away when the man caught her hands. He pressed them down by her head, staring at her face heavily.
Feng Ling strangely felt a wave of danger. When she met his eyes, her heart immediately skipped a beat. She rushed to sit up but was held down tightly by the man.
She tried to struggle but discovered that she was actually unable to overcome the strength of this man who had endured three days of high fever. She wanted to apply more force, but due to her concern for his injured wrist, she was unable to do so.
She lifted her knee to shove him aside, but before she could do so, Li Nanheng had already pressed a heavy kiss on her.
“Uu… what are you doing… uu…” Feng Ling’s eyes were wide open. She instinctively focused toward the entrance of the tent from the corner of her eyes.
If Da Bin were to return earlier from his patrol and catch them doing this, it would be impossible for her to clear things up even if she had several pairs of mouths!
“Boss…” Feng Ling tried her best to twist her body and press him away with her shoulder. However, the shifting movements only caused the man’s dark gaze to become more clouded. He no longer hesitated as he kissed her again. He did not say a single word, nor did he provide any explanations. He kissed her fiercely and deeply.
Previously, when they were in his room, he had at least been conscious. However, right now, he was clearly intoxicated and was completely acting on instincts. Due to this, it was even harder for Feng Ling to push him away. No matter how she struggled or resisted, she was easily pressed down by him.
She suddenly resented herself for continually looking for methods to feed him for the past three days. If she had left him to starve, he wouldn’t have so much strength right now!
The harsh kiss left her lips numb and swollen. Feng Ling’s hands were pressed down with a death grip, and she could only open her mouth to bite him. Although the man had the strength to restrain her, his reaction speed was clearly affected. After being bitten, he did not regain his consciousness. Instead, his eyes darkened into deep pools, and he completed neglected the taste of blood on his lips. He lowered his head and bit her back. He moved like a predator, as though to swallow her whole, without any reservations or mercy.
His unconscious, crazy actions angered Feng Ling. However, she had never been able to overcome Li Nanheng when he was conscious. Now that he was fully intoxicated and irrational, it was even harder for her to push him away. She tried to shift her head away to refuse his advances, but the man easily held both her wrists behind her back with one hand and caught her chin with the other. He deepened the kiss firmly.
Now that she was fully caught, there seemed to be invisible smoke rising from the warm bed the two were sharing in their confrontation. Feng Ling watched him with angered eyes, yet her gaze and her constant struggle only provoked him to shift his hand down. The hissing noise of a fabric being torn apart filled the room–
The thin jacket she wore under her down coat was half-ripped apart by the man. The fabric was gathered pitifully around the collar of her coat.
Feng Ling’s goosebumps rose at his movements. However, no matter how she struggled, under his unconscious state, the man had a thousand strategies to restrain her limbs. Just as she was about to twist her body to avoid him once more, he tugged the zipper of her down coat all the way down.
Her chest immediately felt cold, and the binding cloth underneath was revealed. The man lowered his gaze to look at the white binding cloth uncovered by the torn jacket. His eyes immediately narrowed.