Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

No one saw Li Nanheng’s expression at this time.

The raindrops seemed to pry into some unpredictable secrets, dripping on the window, quiet as if not existent but reflected a gorgeous glimmer of light because of the lights indoor.

The man’s eyes were as deep as the sea.

Since learned the truth, his heart kept pounding hard at an uncontrollable speed.

Even his breath was a little bit restless.

It turned out that Feng Ling was that girl.

The bodacious little girl who jumped into his bath barrel in the orphanage, got rid of his men in the jungle when he chased after her, and left a provocative signal on the bank after escaping from the jungle.

If too many coincidences happened in the same person, then they were actually not coincidences. But she was so good at martial arts that she was not like a girl at all. He thought she was just a thin, small boy who wanted to stay in the base, and he didn’t need to pay too much attention to her. But as time went by, he gradually got attracted to her.

The light in the next window was still on, but suddenly the curtains were drawn, and he could vaguely see the boy… no, the girl’s shadow in the blurry lights on the curtains. She took off her coat and went straight into the bathroom.

Seeing this, Li Nanheng suddenly clicked his tongue. His eyes were unfathomable, and he clenched the cigarette in his hand.

—-

The archive room of the base.

The door was suddenly opened, and the member of the vigil in the archive room was suddenly awakened and jumped to his feet. When he saw that it was Boss Li coming in, he hurriedly came up to greet him. “Bo, Boss Li?”

The tall man had a black umbrella in his hand, which was dripping with water. He simply said, “Give me the archives of Feng Ling in the sniper team, including the information when she entered the base and those updated every year.”

The member of the vigil froze for a moment. “All information?”

The man’s eyes were cold and deep. “Yes.”

“All right.”

The archives of the members in the base usually couldn’t be taken out at random, but Boss Li was an exception. He was in charge of the sniper team. Maybe he needed the archives to deal with some formalities or promote Feng Ling.

Soon, the information was handed to him, and he put the information in a waterproof file bag and turned to walk out of the archive room, holding the black umbrella.

After returning to his room, Li Nanheng lit another cigarette but still didn’t smoke it. He tossed the cigarette case on the stack of files in front of him, looking at the photos of Feng Ling on the files.

The thin, fair-skinned boy gradually grew up, and her changes were obvious in these two-inch color photos.

Other men’s facial contours gradually grew more masculine as they grow into adulthood, while Feng Ling’s face grew softer and smoother, which was unique to women. Although she had a touch of gallant aura that other women didn’t have, this face was a woman’s.

In the smoke, Li Nanheng stared at the photos, and his eyes grew deeper and deeper.

Since he began to run the base, this was the first time he didn’t know what to do with a person. He couldn’t make her yield to him by making her do intensive training at night or giving her tasks that were extremely difficult to finish.

He wanted her heart.

Li Nanheng extinguished the cigarette butt in the ashtray, picked up the stack of files and read them page by page. There was a layer of fog in his calm and emotionless eyes.

He looked indifferent and quiet but had the oppressive aura of the powerful.

Although he was the person in charge of the base, he didn’t confine the base members much. He only required the members of his base meeting his standards.

But he was different to Feng Ling.

He found that he had a strong desire to control her.

He wanted to tie her firmly around him and for her to cried or laughed only because of him.

He used to think in frustration that he was gay.

Now.

Shit.

Feng Ling was a woman?

Li Nanheng leaned back on the chair, threw all the documents into a drawer, locked the drawer, and threw the key into the trash can by the door.

Looking at the trash can, he remembered the pair of silicone chests thrown into the trash can last time they returned from the bar.

The touch of her breasts he felt at that time was so real that he was sure that they were real.

He should have known that Feng Ling was lying.

She always kept her mouth shut to almost everything, not to mention her secret.

A big secret.

—-

Feng Ling got up early the next day. After getting back to the base, she was used to getting up early so that she could avoid Li Nanheng.

However, when she opened the door and was about to leave, she suddenly encountered the man who had also come out of his room, but he didn’t look at her. There was a water room on this floor that provided hot water. The man had a transparent glass in his hand and walked straight towards the water room without looking back.

Feng Ling didn’t look at him but walked out quickly. She paused for a while at the corner of the stairs, but soon, she quickly turned around and went downstairs.

When the man walked into the water room, out of the corner of his eyes, he noticed Feng Ling’s action.

Li Nanheng secretly smiled, and his stern face softened a bit.

The game began.

The mouse put on the cat’s skin and ran around rampantly.

Now it was time for the cat to catch the mouse.

…

In the morning training, because of the heavy rain yesterday, the temperature dropped suddenly by many degrees today, and the air was cold.

Feng Ling, right in her period, felt a dull pain in her stomach. Sure enough, she got a cold at Rogers Pass. She would have to take better care of her body recently.

She endured the pain and insisted on training. Qiao Fei saw that her face was gradually turning pale, so when the members were lining up, he walked over and looked at her. “What’s wrong?”