Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing? Chapter 1121 - The Story of Ling and Heng (384)

Chapter 1121: The Story of Ling and Heng (384)

Feng Ling felt that this hypothetical situation was not valid. The man was pressing close to her and she really wanted to increase the distance between them.
However, she knew very well that if she backed down right now, she would be admitting defeat to his words, as though she truly minded the things that had happened between them.
“There’s no what-ifs. I’m very grateful for Miss Wen’s help back then. It’s natural for me to open my heart to her right now,” Feng Ling turned her face away to avoid being kissed by him.
However, she felt that there was almost no point to her actions. Although their skin had yet to touch, the sensation of the man’s breath and his husky voice left her feeling as though she had already been thoroughly kissed by him.
“Aside from the time I was locked in the Li family’s ancestral hall, when have I failed to show up? Why won’t you try opening your heart to me?”
Feng Ling closed her eyes: “I’ve opened up to you once.”
She kept her eyes closed and tried her best to maintain a neutral tone: “Li Nanheng, I’ve opened my heart to you before.”
The man straightened his posture.
She finally then opened her eyes and turned to look at him.
The man did not appear frustrated or upset. He kept one hand in his pocket and watched her with a mild, warm gaze: “When it comes to the feelings between people, there’s a way of describing it that I’ve always found to be quite sentimental; the distance of a hundred steps is used to describe a couple in love. I’ve taken 99 steps in your direction, and right when you were about to take the final and most crucial step toward me, you only made half a step. All because of your mistrust, your hesitation, your delay and your lack of self-confidence. Various reasons led you to shift your feet back and to take countless more steps away from me.”
“It’s not that it’s impossible between the two of us. It’s that there are too many impossibilities written in your heart.”
Feng Ling’s complexion was slightly pale. The man had composedly dissected all of her insecurities and cowardice. He had brazenly reached into her heart to retrieve and display all of her hidden emotions to the world. She listened to her painfully fast heartbeat and felt somewhat suffocated.
Indeed, she had once taken a step towards him. She had also once opened her heart to him.
But it seemed like, just as he said, she had only cautiously made half a step before she was frightened into shrinking away from him.
If it had been anyone else, she likely would not have even made that step.
The man abruptly bent forward once more. This time, he seemed to be carrying some form of determination that he needed her to recognize clearly. His palms were pressed by her sides, holding her against the bed. Although Feng Ling did not fall backward, she sat stiffly to watch the man who was right before her eyes.
“Look into my eyes.”
Feng Ling: “…” She met his gaze.
“I don’t have any other women. From the beginning, it was always you. Have more confidence in yourself. Don’t always act like a little mouse that has to escape at the slightest sight of a cat.”
The man chuckled softly: “I’ve spent an entire lifetime’s worth of patience on you. You have to give me at least a bit of response, don’t you?”
“…I don’t know how.”
“I’ll teach you.” The man leaned closer and pointed at his face: “Kiss me.”
Again?
Feng Ling: “…”
She grabbed one of the pillows by the side and directly smashed it against his face with force, pressing his head away. She did not relent until she forced some distance between them.
He did not force her to kiss him and only smiled as he held the pillow in his hands. He watched the helpless little short-haired woman; her expression seemed to say that she wanted to make the step forward but had no idea how to do it correctly. He chuckled softly: “Wen Leqing is coming to look for you?”
“En, tomorrow.”
“I’ll be attending a few events related to the Li Corporation’s partnerships in T City for the next two days. There’s also a banquet. Do you want to come with me?”
“A banquet? Am I going as your bodyguard?” Feng Ling asked.
He lifted his brows: “What do you think.”
“…”
Feng Ling did not want to answer. She pointed at the door to say: “It’s too late. I’m sleeping now. Get out.”
The man was not frustrated. He lowered his head and kept one hand in his pocket to watch her. Finally, as the little woman was about to explode from his piercing gaze, and her eyes were about to fall out from the force of her glare, he chuckled softly and left.
“Good night.” The man closed the ceiling lights for her, leaving only a dim lamp on the bedside table lit.
“Li Nanheng.”
Right before he could shut the doors, Feng Ling suddenly called him.
He paused: “En?”
“I’m someone who grew up among the wolves; I’m not feminine or sensible at all. Why on earth do you like me?”
“Indeed, you’re not sensible at all.”
“…”
“I also don’t fucking know why I like you.”
Feng Ling: “…Oh.”
Hearing the little woman’s gloomy voice, Li Nanheng placed one hand on the doorknob and glanced at her: “Miss Feng.”
“Speak.”
“Do you need me to bring a knife over, so that you can dig your own heart out and check if the words ‘the cruel and unscrupulous heart of a little wolf girl’ is carved on it?”
“…” Feng Ling tugged the sheets over her face and spoke gloomily: “Get out. Don’t talk about such gory details. I don’t wish to have a nightmare.”
“Good night.” The curve on the man’s lips deepened: “Sweet dreams.”
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Wen Leqing came the next afternoon.
She called and learned that Feng Ling had not had lunch yet. Since she was also hungry, she took a cab over.
She pressed the doorbell several times and quietly waited outside..
All of a sudden, she heard footsteps and turned to see that Feng Ling had just returned. It seemed like she had headed out to buy some things.
Feng Ling was still in her early twenties. The young lady’s features were cold and indifferent, yet she carried a unique beauty. Her short hair had grown past her ear and was freshly washed; she did not style it in any way and she appeared fully at ease. The contrast of her black hair against her tender skin caused her to appear even more charming. It seemed like Feng Ling had never applied any makeup or dyed her hair before. Her image was simple and neat and it caused one to feel especially comfortable.
Feng Ling was dressed in a black, high-neck, knitted sweater with a thin white coat layered over it. She also wore a pair of black boots with a masculine charm to it. From head to toe, she did not put on any accessories. Even her wrists were bereft. She held a white handbag and it seemed to contain the things she had bought. From afar, it seemed to only contain some daily necessities.
Feng Ling’s charisma had always been the cold and distant sort. Back in the base, she had always worn the same black combat clothes everyone wore. Since she left the base, she would always pick loose clothes that were comfortable. Despite so, it could not conceal her charm at all.