Chapter 1139: There Are Wind Chimes in the South and Hengmu in the North (Four Hundred and Two)

Feng Ling was in so much pain that he still hadn't recovered from the pain. The man gave her time to get used to it and didn't move any more, but suddenly he held her face in his hands and kissed her hard on the lips a few more times, then leaned closer to her ear He said in a hoarse voice, "It's hidden deep enough, it's already mine, huh?"

Feng Ling's heart skipped a beat for an instant, and he raised his eyes abruptly, only to see the man's dark eyes seemed to be in a particularly good mood. She wanted to speak, but the man sealed her lips again...

...

pain.

It's really uncommon pain.

Feng Ling even wanted to kill someone. The last time he was in the snow mountain, he was confused because of his illness. In addition, San Pang fed him a lot of wine. He was not sober at all, and he couldn't take her feelings into consideration. It hurt so much that she wished she could kill him with a single shot.

More so now.

This man took advantage of that bit of medicine, and because he was in a good mood, he became more and more indulgent.

Even if in the end because she couldn't hold on any longer, her conscience found out that she was a little gentle, but no amount of gentleness would be better than ending sooner...

...

From eleven o'clock at night to three o'clock in the morning.

Feng Ling had never felt so exhausted when he was pulled out by him to do devil training in the base, and he felt as if he had died a few times in a few hours.

Finally, the man was willing to carry her into the bathroom to take a bath, but there was a damn bathtub in the bathroom that could just fit two people.

When she finally washed it and lay back on the bed, she felt almost useless.

However, Li Nanheng fell asleep with his arms around her contentedly.

Feng Ling was indeed tired, but no matter how tired he was, seeing that it was already four o'clock in the morning, he really couldn't sleep, and even his mental state was tense.

She wasn't mentally prepared yet, and she didn't figure out why all of a sudden... that's it?

At least he didn't remember that time on the snow mountain, and she pretended it didn't happen.

Now this... When he woke up in the morning, what was she going to say or do?

The man next to him was sleeping soundly at the moment, and even Feng Ling had never seen Li Nanheng sleep so defenseless. Both of them had taken a bath, and they both smelled of the same lemon-scented shower gel. She just turned around like this. After looking at his sleeping face for a long time, I remembered everything that happened that night...

His face started to burn again.

Feng Ling admits that he has no fear of life and death when killing enemies on the battlefield, but when it comes to feelings, he is still a little timid.

Taking advantage of Li Nanheng sleeping defenseless, he got up and got out of bed, endured the terrible pain between his legs, and put on his clothes with a pair of legs that were standing on the ground that were still a little weak and trembling. There were not many people walking back and forth, so they picked up their coats, grabbed the red scarf to wrap around their neck and half of their face, and hurried away.

Li Nanheng had only slept for a while, about two hours, and felt as if something was missing in his arms. He frowned in his sleep, turned over, waved his hands casually to the side of the bed, and suddenly paused. Suddenly, his eyes opened wide.

It was already dawn, and the time was pointing to more than six o'clock.

The man turned his face sideways on the bed, looked at the empty bed next to him, and then turned his head to look at the carpet next to him.

The clothes that were stripped off Feng Ling last night were all gone.

This is her, ran away?

Li Nanheng suddenly let out a long sigh with a headache, raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brows, remembering that the little woman under him was almost forced to cry last night, the way she kept begging for mercy, the corners of her mouth curled up again. He ticked off, then raised his eyebrows and eyes, got up directly, picked up the thin quilt to wrap his lower body, went directly into the bathroom and took a shower.

I slept all the time, and not only slept once, but where else could I go.

Even if she ran off to Africa or Antarctica, he could still catch her back!

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Ji Nuan called Feng Ling early in the morning, because she sat too late at Mr. Al-Qaeda's house last night, and wondered if Feng Ling took the medicine on time after returning, and originally wanted to care for her.

As a result, Feng Ling's tone of voice didn't know why when he picked up the phone, it sounded a little tired,

Originally, Feng Ling said yesterday that he could resume normal work, but he said on the phone today that he might have to rest for another two days.

Ji Nuan agreed directly, and let her rest well.

Feng Ling didn't go back to other places, but went directly to Wen Leqing's residence. He thought Wen Leqing would be at home, but after entering the door, he found that the house was covered with dust. Obviously, there was no one there for some days. Been back.

Doctor Wen doesn't know if he has returned to the United States, and Ms. Wen hasn't come back for several days...

Feng Ling is not in the mood to think about other people's affairs now. After entering the door, he simply wiped the dust everywhere, then opened the door of his own bedroom tiredly, went in and took a hot bath. Feeling even more sleepy after taking a shower, I didn't wait for my hair to dry out, and fell asleep on the bed after getting out of the bathroom.

After sleeping for a while, she vaguely heard the phone ringing again, she frowned, turned over and continued to sleep without answering the phone.

Not long after, there seemed to be the sound of someone knocking on the door. Feng Ling opened his eyes that were a little dazed from sleep. Get up on the bed.

She thought it was Miss Wen who came back, maybe she didn't bring the key or Dr. Wen came to Miss Wen, in short, all the possibilities came to her mind.

Unexpectedly, when she walked over to open the door with a pair of extremely sore legs, what she saw was the man who had pinned her on the bed and bullied her all night last night.

As soon as he saw Li Nanheng standing outside the door, the alarm bell in Feng Ling's mind sounded instantly, and he instinctively wanted to close the door.

But just a second before the door was closed, the man raised his hand to block the door, his handsome eyebrows moved slightly, and he looked at her meaningfully through the crack of the door, his voice was low and smiling: "Why? ? After sleeping, you will not recognize anyone when you put on your pants?"

Feng Ling: "..."

She let go of the door suddenly, and the man pushed the door open and walked in.

What does it mean that she doesn't recognize people when she wears pants?

Feng Ling glared at him angrily, and his eyes were full of displeasure because of the soreness between his legs: "What are you doing here? I didn't sleep well all night, why can't you let me find a quiet place to have a good sleep? "

"Sleeping next to me isn't quiet enough? Didn't I also sleep peacefully with my arms around you?" The man walked in while talking boldly.

Only then did she see that the man was holding a bag in his hand, which contained breakfast that seemed to be packed somewhere. She still remembered the shape of the breakfast box and the names of the small shops selling breakfast downstairs.

"You have to eat before going to bed. You didn't eat anything last night, and you have been tossing all night. Go to bed when you are full." The man put breakfast on the dining table for her.