Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

The man pressed her leg down; the thin fabric of her pants separating their skin.

He reached out to hold her hand only to come into contact with the medicine on her palm. Li Nanheng’s brain suddenly faltered. He lowered his head and flipped her palm over to see the small cut left by the dagger. Although the wound wasn’t deep, it had only stopped bleeding a while ago.

He wanted to make her pay for fooling him for so long; to make her cry on the bed, and to make her scream his name with her typically composed and distant voice. He wanted to make her beg for mercy under him.

But Feng Ling, who was unconscious and injured, could not endure any punishment right now.

As her cheeks turned even more flushed, the man closed his eyes and abruptly turned around to head to the bathroom.

As he stood under the cold water, the young woman’s expression and body clung onto his mind. The cold water did nothing to take away the images.

—-

Although this was a cold shower, he had endured the heat for too long. If he didn’t ease it somehow, he would surely lose control of himself when he entered the room once more.

The man closed his eyes as images of the young woman’s snow white skin filled his mind. His perfectly-crafted back muscles tightened and as he lifted his head, the tension in his neck made for a beautiful silhouette. All of a sudden, he perfectly embodied a wild, unrestrained beauty…

Under the rain of water droplets, the man’s body was tight and filled with power.

A long moment later, the man abruptly released a long breath. He leaned backwards against the cold bathroom wall. The bathroom slowly filled with steam as the water turned hot. He had yet to remove his clothes and was completely soaked. He reached out and pressed his bangs back, revealing his deep, boundless gaze.

—-

By the time Li Nanheng came out of the bathroom, more than thirty minutes had passed.

The young woman remained on the bed with her clothes dishevelled. She did not have the strength to move and her eyes were still tightly shut.

Seeing this, Li Nanheng suddenly felt that everything he had just done was absolutely futile. He forced himself to turn away, reaching into his closet for a set of soft, light-coloured homewear. After changing into it, he carelessly wiped away the water droplets on his forehead. He then returned to the bedroom, maintaining his composure to fix her clothes.

Observation had always been his strong suit. He easily understood how to handle her binding cloth. After unfastening it, he was able to wrap it back properly without the slightest difference. There was no way she would discover anything amiss.

After returning everything to its original appearance, the man wanted to bring a pail of cold water over to wipe her burning hot face. However, the young woman released various noises endlessly, testing his self-control over and over again.

Li Nanheng originally thought his self-restraint was good; especially when it came to women, he never acted on any inappropriate impulses.

But against Feng Ling… back when he thought she was a man, and right now, with the full awareness that she was a woman, there was completely no difference.

He wanted her.

From the moment he genuinely thought he had been bent, those three words had been clearly written on his forehead for everyone to see.

He never attempted to conceal it from her, and was completely forthcoming, unconcerned about any possible obstacles.

After Feng Ling’s clothes were returned to its original state, she remained engulfed in the heat of desire. She would never know that in the short period of time that had passed, the man had kissed her, touched her, and taken plenty of her advantage.

—-

Cold.

Feng Ling was startled awake by the throbbing cold sensation. When she opened her eyes, she was still dazed. After a long moment, she was finally able to focus her gaze. She eyed her surroundings and the water around her blankly.

It took her sometime to come back to herself. She was sitting in a large bathtub filled with water and the water was cold.

She shivered slightly and finally regained all of her awareness. She scanned her surroundings and realized this was an unfamiliar bathroom.

Feng Ling furrowed her brows and was about to stand up when she noticed a set of men’s combat clothes hung near her. Seeing that black set of clothes, she finally relaxed her guard ever so slightly.

Whose place was this?

Was it K’s? Or was this… a hotel?

Feng Ling did not have much experience with hotels. She also had difficulties differentiating between the furnishings in a condo and a hotel. This place was decorated simply yet it remained stylish. Every item appeared expensive. Even the ceramic tiles on the floor were shiny and polished. She was sure that they weren’t cheap.

She furrowed her brows and wanted to leave the tub. However, the moment she shifted her body, she felt completely exhausted. She could not summon any energy and her head felt as though it was about to explode with the force of the headache she was experiencing.

Memories from last night flooded her mind. She closed her eyes and tried to let the pain pass when her hand carelessly brushed against something by the side. It fell onto the ground with the clatter.

The bathroom door was opened a few seconds later. A tall, broad-shouldered man entered: “You’re awake?”

Feng Ling was startled to hear his voice. She kept one hand against the bandage on her forehead and swerved around to look at the man dressed in a set of homewear.

In the base, Li Nanheng always wore a simple singlet or a set of combat clothes. On the rare occasions when he returned from businesses outside, he would be dressed in a suit. This was her first time seeing him dressed so casually. The clothes appeared soft and comfortable, causing the man who had a terrible temper to strangely appear much softer.

Feng Ling admitted that she was biased against him and always found him an eyesore, but such a Li Nanheng was indeed a rare sight.

She placed her hand down and looked around before asking hoarsely: “Where is this?”

“Forget about that first. How’s your body? Have you endured through the drug effects?” The man approached. He dipped his hand into the water before touching her slightly cold face.

Feng Ling sat in the tub stiffly and watched his movements blankly. Last night, wasn’t she in the military district? She recalled… she had lost control of herself, and even killed someone…

The wound on her forehead remained. Meaning to say, that hadn’t been just a nightmare.

Seeing that her body wasn’t as hot as earlier, and that her complexion was slightly pale from the cold, Li Nanheng did not say anything more. He drained the water and twisted the other tap to fill the tub with warm water. He spoke mildly: “If it hurts anywhere or if your head is aching badly, let me know. I’ll call a doctor.”