Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Since Li Nanheng regained his consciousness, his tent had become especially lively. Comparatively, the tent by the side was extremely quiet.

The portable heater by the side would occasionally release soft, crackling noises. Li Nanheng approached the only person lying in the pile of beds and blankets.

Feng Ling was buried under the sheets; even her face was covered, and she did not move at all.

According to Fattie, Feng Ling had been feeling unwell for the past few days, and for some reason, she insisted on covering her face when she slept. She refused to let anyone see her face, as though she had a serious case of frostbite and did not want anyone to see her disfigurement. They had wiped her face for her once and confirmed that that wasn’t the case. Her skin was white and clear, the way it always was. However, she kept covering herself with the blanket. Everyone had assumed that, with Feng Ling’s reticent nature, it was natural for her to speak even less when she was ill. If they hadn’t known about her personality, though, they would think she was trying to cut herself off from the rest of the world.

The man stared at the simple bed from above. Typically, Feng Ling would never agree to sleep with someone else. However, while he been ill, she did not mind the small details and slept on Da Bin’s bed for several days.

“Feng Ling,” he called her.

The person on the bed did not move. The sheets covered her, and it appeared as though she did not hear anything.

Li Nanheng’s gaze turned cold. He lifted his feet and kicked the side of the bed twice.

The person on the bed remained still.

Li Nanheng decisively reached out to haul the sheets off of her. It was only then that he realized that she wasn’t asleep. Instead, she was gripping onto the sheets tightly, refusing to let go.

The man narrowed his eyes coldly: “What are you doing? Are you losing your mind under the blanket? Get out!”

The person under the sheets refused to budge. She even increased the strength of her grip on the blanket.

Li Nanheng’s expression remained cold as he increased his force. The instant he successfully hauled the sheets away, Feng Ling, who had laid on the bed for three days, abruptly picked up a pillow and threw it toward his face.

Li Nanheng was caught off guard. He naturally did not expect she would suddenly throw a pillow at him. He stood still as the pillow smashed into his face. It did not hurt, but the man’s gaze instantly turned unkind. The pillow fell onto the ground in front of him.

All of the beds in the tent were pushed together side by side, appearing just like a large bed. Feng Ling rolled onto the other bed. However, the bed next to her was Fattie’s. Fattie rarely showered, and Feng Ling was unwilling to cover herself with his blanket. She gave up and continued rolling over the three or four beds next to her before finally sitting up. She stood up without glancing at him.

Li Nanheng watched her movements and expression, narrowing his eyes slightly: “What are you doing?”

“If you’ve woken up, you should rest in the tent. Why did you come over here to disturb me?” Feng Ling put on her shoes. Initially, she wanted to leave the tent, but her rational side reminded her that this wasn’t right. She resisted the urge to fire a bullet at him and turned to look directly at him.

Three whole days, she had laid here for three full days. Her body and mind had finally recovered, and her body no longer ached as much, but her first time had been taken away by this bastard. With the aching pain she had experienced, even her nightmares had been filled with the things he did to her body that night!

“They said you didn’t sleep for days to take care of me and fell sick. I woke up last night and had the strength to move this morning, so I came to take a look.” The man watched her upset expression and approached. He was about to hold her hand when Feng Ling quickly moved away.

Seeing that her distant appearance was filled with rejection for him, Li Nanheng directly approached her. He lowered his eyes to meet Feng Ling’s cold gaze: “What’s wrong with you? Why are you losing your temper like a woman? I don’t seem to recall provoking you? Did I do something to make you upset again, en?”

Feng Ling’s expression faltered. She lifted her head abruptly to look at him.

The man had just recovered, and his good looking face seemed to have lost some weight. His skin was also slightly pale. He stood in front of her, watching her face, as though he was trying to figure her out.

Feng Ling’s heart instantly began to thump heavily.

Without waiting for her to speak, Li Nanheng narrowed his eyes coldly: “Was it that day when I fell into the river, did I frighten you?”

Feng Ling was silent for a moment before answering: “No.”

“Then why are you showing me such an attitude?”

Feng Ling curled her hands into fists by her sides.

He did not remember.

He did not know anything.

He actually could not remember anything.

Feng Ling did not know if she should be thankful or enraged. She was grateful that her secret was still kept. She could still remain in the XI Base, and wouldn’t be separated from her brothers; she wasn’t going to be chased out.

Yet, she was enraged. After doing all those things to her, this man did not remember a single thing!

Feng Ling had never experienced such a complex emotional state. She dug her nails into her palms painfully. Li Nanheng sensed that her expression wasn’t right and that she clearly had thoughts occupying her mind. She quickly took a step back when he leaned down to look at her, but the man had already reached out to hold her chin.

The moment his hand came into contact with her skin, Feng Ling’s mind was filled with the scenes of that night when the man had caressed her body with his hands… and left flames in its wake…

She shivered and tried to back away, but the man kept a firm grip on her chin. He met her gaze directly: “If you have something to say, say it. Don’t hold it in.”

She immediately turned her head away and lifted her hand to slap his away: “It’s nothing. My body feels unwell, and I don’t want to be dealing with anyone right now. Since Boss has recovered, you should go rest. There’s no need to come to visit me. I’m doing well.”

“Look at your weak state. If one doesn’t know, they would think that the person who suffered through six to seven days of fever was you,” Li Nanheng spoke coldly.

Feng Ling snorted coldly in her heart, who was it that tortured me into being this way?

She did not explain. A moment later, she asked: “That night, when Fattie fed you alcohol in the middle of the night, you don’t remember anything about it?”

Li Nanheng watched her: “No. I was forced to drink while having a high fever. Do you think I’m an immortal, capable of staying conscious at every moment? If they didn’t mention it after I woke up, I might never know that I was almost murdered with alcohol while seriously ill.”

Feng Ling: “…”

Looking at her expression, Li Nanheng abruptly narrowed his distant, cold eyes: “That night when Fattie forced me to drink, did something happen? Or was it something else? What’s with that expression?”

“No.” Feng Ling lifted her eyes. His gaze was filled with openness and suspicion. However, she could not display the same transparency that he showed, and she quickly averted her eyes.

Looking at Feng Ling’s attitude and expression, although Li Nanheng appeared unmoved, he keenly sensed that something was wrong.

Did something happen that night?