Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

While speaking, she looked down, only to see that there was a bloody cut on the man’s arm.

“I’m fine. You go first.” Li Nanheng seemed to feel no pain. With his uninjured arm, he pushed Feng Ling hard into the crowd of base members, turned around to kick away a person pouncing at him, raised his hand, and shot.

Feng Ling quickly came back from the shock and went in with other base members to subdue the terrorists. She found the wig too much of a hindrance, so she pulled it down and smashed it at a terrorist’s face. When the man’s vision was blocked, she rushed up and attacked him. After making sure there as still a bullet left, she shot at David.

This shot was in the back of David, who turned around with pain, but at the same time, Li Nanheng also shot at him on the other side and this shot hit his shoulder. Then he shot again and hit David’s hand that was holding a gun.

Feng Ling ran forward, kicking the gun away, and shooting David in both of his legs. They both avoided the vital parts of David’s body. He was the leader of these terrorists. It was best to keep him alive and hand him over to the military for interrogation.

David fell to the ground and his arms and legs were dripping with blood. The pain was so sharp that he twitched all over. He suddenly bit his tongue. Li Nanheng knocked off a man attacking him from the side, trying to stop David from committing suicide. But he was tied up here, so he gave a wink to Feng Ling, who nodded, stepped forward, grasped David’s chin, and stuffed a ball of tissue at the end table into his mouth. Then she kicked him hard in the abdomen. David immediately stared at the short hair on her head, then at her skirt, and couldn’t believe what he saw. He wasn’t sure whether this person was a man or a woman. She looked like a woman but kept a man’s hairstyle.

Only giving him a cold look, Feng Ling lifted him up and threw him to other base members.

—-

This hotel was operated by terrorists. After the incident in the private room, all the terrorist associates either rushed in with guns or ran away, but they were all caught by the base members. Not even a fly could run out.

After catching all the terrorists, Feng Ling looked at Li Nanheng’s direction from afar, knowing that he had injured his arm when he saved her just now, but now it was not the time to check his injury. She stood thinking for a moment and looked at the car parked outside. Then she got a car key from a base member and drove back to the base first.

She must go back first because her skirt had been torn apart in the fight. This skirt was too thin. If she came back in the same car with Boss Li, he could easily find out that something was wrong with her body. For example, her breasts were not silicone fake ones at all…

Through the rear-view mirror, she saw that the bar was getting farther and farther away from her vision, and she continued to step on the accelerator and quickly left.

Five minutes after Feng Ling left, Li Nanheng came out of the private room and glanced at the people around him but didn’t find the figure in a white dress. There was only the wig left on the floor of the private room.

“Where is Feng Ling?” He asked coldly.

A base member standing in the corridor glanced out and replied, “Boss, Feng Ling said that he was not comfortable wearing that dress. Since there are no more problems here, he returned to the base first.”

Li Nanheng was about to take out a cigarette from his pocket. When he heard the words, his hand suddenly stopped and he raised his head to look outside the bar and searched among the vehicles and pedestrians passing by outside the bar with his eyes.

He didn’t speak immediately. He took out a cigarette, lit it, put it to his mouth, and lowered his eyes again. After spitting out a puff of smoke, he asked coldly, “Why was he in such a hurry to get back to the base?”

“Maybe he felt really embarrassed wearing a dress, but he had no choice when the mission hadn’t finished yet. So he hurried back to the base as soon as the mission finished.” The base member chuckled. “But that dress fits Feng Ling well. I almost believe that he is a real girl.”

A real girl?

Nanheng suddenly remembered the touch he felt when he pressed Feng Ling against the wall outside the bathroom and kissed him.

His “breasts” were so soft and real that they weren’t like fake ones at all, and they felt even a bit familiar.

They were like what he had touched the night he got drunk and broke into K’s room… He couldn’t be certain whether it was a dream or real.

But he was sober just now, certainly knowing whether he was in a dream or not.

Man? Woman?

At this moment, a cold gleam flickered in Li Nanheng’s eyes.

—-

The mission that was expected to take a whole night to complete was successfully completed in the first half of the night, and the base members hurried back to the base.

Only Li Nanheng was slightly injured on the arm. At that time, the bullet flew across the side of the arm. Although it didn’t go into his arm, it whizzed by it, leaving a bloody cut of more than a centimeter deep. His wound was simply dressed with gauze in the car. Although he didn’t take it seriously after returning to the base, he was persuaded by the base members to go to the medical room for disinfection and dressing.

The car did not stop after entering the base. When passing by the buildings the members lived in, Li Nanheng glanced at the light in Feng Ling’s room out of the corner of his eye. The car drove past quickly and went straight to the medical room.

After treating the wound in the medical room, Li Nanheng returned to his place after about half an hour.

Feng Ling took a shower after returning and habitually did a balance training before going to bed. Then she panted and was about to open the window to ventilate when she suddenly heard a knocking in her door.

She turned to look at the door, then at a few things in the trash bin, and walked over to open the door.

As soon as she opened the door, she smelled blood in this man. Feng Ling, who had already washed away the smell of blood and was wearing an oversize white T-shirt, looked at Li Nanheng, who only had gauze wrapped around his arm and hadn’t changed. Even so, he didn’t look embarrassed at all but so breathtakingly handsome and cool.

“Boss,” Feng Ling called to him respectfully and remained deadpan.

Li Nanheng looked deeply at her and suddenly glimpsed at her still slightly swollen lips. His eyes turned darker. He didn’t speak and took a step forward.

Feng Ling froze, unconsciously moved her hand off the door, and took a step back, keeping the original proper distance.

The man looked at her coldly, took another step forward, and she took another step back.

Step by step, he walked into the room. Then he stood still, looked down at the guy who was a head shorter than him, and then glanced at her white T-shirt, saying darkly, “Take off your clothes.”