Chapter 1107: There Are Wind Chimes in the South and Hengmu in the North (Three Hundred and Seventy)

Feng Ling this woman.

She obviously doesn't have any femininity at all, yet she is so alluring.

She has a gentle and harmless face, but like a frost flower on a cliff, she would rather be hit by the cold and wind than be touched by others.

He gathered his mind, told her not to move, and continued to apply medicine to the wound on her arm. He probably sweated a little while eating rice noodles outside. The son looked a little reddened, and just as the medical cotton soaked in disinfectant wiped the wound, she gasped in pain from the pain.

"Hiss..." Feng Ling opened his eyes immediately: "Did you treat me as a woman? Are you attacking so hard?"

Li Nanheng stopped, with a smile that was not a smile: "What about you, do you regard me as your man? Resist on your own, run away on your own, and call me immediately when you notice something is wrong?"

Feng Ling looked at him, the man still lowered his head to help her deal with the wound.

She found that she really couldn't speak a few words with him now, so she wanted to fight.

She didn't say a word anymore, and let him disinfect and change her dressing, as if to prove that she was really able to withstand it, even if it hurt when the disinfectant rubbed on the wound, she didn't make another sound, and finally her eyes fell directly on the wound. on his own lap.

In the end, the man put medicine on her leg again, and when he lifted her leg, Feng Ling originally said that it would be fine to just do it like this, and there was no need to lift it up, but the man sat on the sofa next to her on the grounds that his feet were numb from squatting, Just let her turn sideways and put her leg on his lap.

this pose...

Especially her two legs were rolled up and her pants were rolled up, and her white legs were placed on his lap like this. No matter how you look at it, you feel that this scene is very shameful.

However, the man was serious about helping her with the medicine.

Li Nanheng's hand caressed her leg, and he couldn't take his eyes off her. No matter how he looked at it, Feng Ling felt that he did it on purpose, trying to pull out her leg, and the man seemed to inadvertently apply cool ointment on her wound, Painful and cold, she shivered all over, and he pressed her leg on his thigh logically again, and continued to caress her back and forth.

Feng Ling: "..."

In fact, Feng Ling has suffered many, many injuries whether she was in the XI base or on missions for so many years, but she has a unique advantage, that is, the wounds heal very quickly, and she is not a scar physique, a lot of trauma With the passing of time, it is no longer obvious, and some light and faint traces can only be seen when it is carefully close to the skin.

The only scar on her whole body that has always been obvious is the cut on her shoulder that he cut with a cross knife. The memory will be numb all over.

Look at the pair of white and straight legs under his hand.

Such a good girl, who was able to live in luxury since she was a child, and was held in the palm of her hand like Feng Mingzhu and pampered like a treasure, but she encountered such a disaster for no reason. I am afraid that the Feng family does not know that they have been thinking about it for twenty years. The youngest daughter, who has been guilty for twenty years, grew up drinking wolf milk in a wolf cave, and in order to survive in this cruel world, she had to cut her long hair short and pretend to be a boy. Boy, mixed in the XI base, this outfit has been installed for many years.

Her gender has been exposed, she can obviously live like a girl, but she is used to that kind of life.

He really wanted to supply her with all the things she lacked in the past twenty years overnight, and let her know that she didn't need to live in such a difficult and forbearing way in this world, she could also be a little princess.

The man's hand caressed her leg, and the medicine on the wound had been applied evenly. Feng Ling followed his gaze and looked down, seeing his hand covering her knee, and stopped moving.

"Done?" she asked.

Li Nanheng glanced at her at this moment: "Do you have to live alone outside like this? Are you really not going to find your family?"

"No.

"

Feng Ling answered very simply.

"Even if you go back to your family, you are likely to live a life without worrying about food and clothing. You don't need to worry about anything in the future. You can make up for all the things you lost, and you don't want to get them back?"

"In no mood."

Feng Ling frowned impatiently: "Why are you bringing this up? I'm withdrawn and I'm not used to getting in touch with too many people. It's not like you don't know, if I really want to go back to which so-called home one day , I don’t know how to face whether it’s others’ likes or dislikes, and I may even lose my freedom, I don’t want that kind of life.”

Moreover, it is impossible for her to really call him brother-in-law.

This is the biggest knot in Feng Ling's heart.

She didn't say.

He didn't even know that he had already told such a big secret that day when he was drunk, but he just retracted his legs from his lap, turned around and sat on the sofa upright: "I'll go to sleep after painting it."

Li Nanheng looked at him, and when the little girl was about to get up, he suddenly held her wrist, and the moment she looked back at him in pain because of the injury on her arm, the man's eyes suddenly showed a hint of apology, and he let go of her. Arm, but suddenly directly wrapped around her waist, and forced her back to the sofa beside him.

Feng Ling sat back on the sofa and turned to look at him: "What are you doing?"

Li Nanheng raised his hand and stroked her wet head, as if to appease her irritated emotions just now, or as some other kind of relief.

"A person like you is indeed not suitable to live in a place where the parents are short-lived, especially your temperament that often likes to be alone. Others say that you are indifferent and withdrawn and are not good at communicating with others. I think you are just cautious and don't want to be exposed. Your true emotions, you have been able to grow up smoothly to this day, and you have not been squeezed out or killed by others. Firstly, God has brought back all the luck you have lost in the past, and secondly, it is all due to You are not fighting or grabbing."

"..."

Why did he suddenly tell her these things?

Feng Ling never thought about going home, and she sealed the pair of jade pendants in the suitcase, and she never planned to show them to anyone for the rest of her life.

She didn't want to at first, and her background might have something to do with the Feng family. When she thought of Feng Mingzhu and the sensational news that Li Nanheng married Miss Feng's family, her rejection of the Feng family became even more intense. Heavy.

"There's nothing to fight for. Being alive is more important than anything else." Feng Ling whispered and wanted to get up at the same time, but was still pressed on the sofa by the man's arms.