Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Chapter 1373: The Story of Ling and Heng (636)

Perhaps hearing the sound of her blowing the medicine, Li Nanheng did not drink it at first, but Feng Ling forcefully pried open his unmoving lips with a spoon and fed him the medicine bit by bit. Finally, the man frowned. It was as though he felt that if she kept raising her hand like this, it would definitely hurt. After holding on for a long time, he opened his unfocused eyes and calmly ate the medicine.

Seeing that he actually cooperated, Feng Ling’s heart finally relaxed a little. Her lips were stained with the first smile she had in days. She continued feeding him.

She fed him diligently, but he couldn’t see her and didn’t say anything. After drinking most of the medicine, Feng Ling turned back to ask the doctor if he wanted to continue feeding him. The doctor looked at the remaining medicine and told her with his eyes that it was fine.

This sort of eye contact was a habit of two people who didn’t know how to communicate when they were taking care of K at the doctor’s house a few days ago. Although Doctor Mona knew a little simple Chinese, his vocabulary was very small. Other than the occasional necessary conversation, it was basically impossible to communicate normally for a long time.

Feng Ling placed the bowl down and picked up a clean towel to gently wipe the medicine stain by his mouth. The man did not resist. Although he could not see, his eyes did not stay in her direction. He clearly tilted his head and did not “look” at her.

Tonight, when Feng Ling was here, especially after Li Nanheng woke up, she did not say a single word. Even though they knew each other well, she did not speak. She sat by the bed and took care of him even if his gaze was clearly cold and distant.

In the middle of the night, Carrie had yet to return. However, Granny Mai came over and gave them some food. She then told Feng Ling that Carrie had gone to her place to spend the night. There was no need to worry.

Not long after, Doctor Mona also came out for emergency treatment because a child from a small town had fallen ill. He asked Feng Ling to wait here alone and prepared the medicine to heat him.

Late at night, even though this was Carrie’s house, the room was quiet, and only two people were left.

Feng Ling sat by the bed silently and watched the man who had laid down again. Li Nanheng’s eyes were closed, and the red spots around his eyes had mostly recovered. She reached out to touch his eyelids to see if there were any signs of fever. However, just as she reached out a centimeter away from his eyes, the man suddenly lifted his hand and held her wrist.

Although Li Nanheng was not strong, his intention to stop her was clear.

His eyes were the most sensitive part of his body and heart.

Feng Ling shrunk her fingers and lowered her eyes to look at him. After enduring for a long time, she finally withdrew her hand and said softly, “Li Nanheng.”

The man closed his eyes and did not respond. He quietly placed his hands by his side. When he heard her voice, he did not react. It was as though a person unrelated to him was disturbing his sleep. He was just ignoring her.

Seeing that his emotions were not affected, Feng Ling confirmed that the two times he coughed blood were coincidences. She approached the bed and whispered, “Boss Li...”

Hearing these words, the man on the bed still did not react.

“K lost a leg,” she said softly. “Do you know?”

Finally, this news that he had only found out after sleeping for several days caused the man’s brows to silently furrow. Although it was not obvious, even the slightest emotional fluctuation could be captured by Feng Ling, who sat by the bed.

She continued: “He knows that you risked your life to save him. Even though he lost a leg, he managed to keep his life.”

The room was quiet. There was only the disgusting, bitter smell of medicine that was acceptable. Feng Ling’s voice was also hushed in this quiet room. Her clear and clean voice broke the dark fog in the night and penetrated the high walls layer by layer.

“If, at this time, K gave up the opportunity to be treated because he lost a leg and some of the symptoms caused by chemical poisoning, would you hate iron for not becoming steel? Would you want to wake him up?”

Feng Ling watched his face as she spoke: “Just like how I’m treating you right now. If you weren’t so weak that you couldn’t even stand up, Li Nanheng, I would have slapped you a few times first.”

Speaking up to this point, Feng Ling suddenly laughed self-deprecatingly. She looked at the man, who did not react at all. “Are you scolding me in your heart right now? I’ve never been very gentle to you, right?”

“I still remember what you said to me. Now, I can ask you the same question.” She leaned against the bed and whispered into his ear: “Li Nanheng, you’ve been tyrannically barging into my life for more than ten years, stirring up my life again and again. Now you say you don’t know me, and I don’t know you. Do I agree?”

He did not speak, and Feng Ling was in no hurry. She knew that he was awake.

“Speaking of which, the last time we met was in Washington. The night before that, you should know how I got drunk step by step.” Feng Ling’s voice was clear. “Why? Are you so anxious to get rid of your relationship with me because you’re afraid I’ll settle the score with you? You deliberately got me drunk and tricked me, didn’t you?”

Feng Ling continued leaning close to his ear as she spoke, her breath gently brushing against his ear. “You should have known better. I was already awake back then. I remember every scene after returning to the room from the hot spring. Do you want me to repeat what happened to you?”

Finally, the man on the bed, who was always calm and composed, slightly turned his pale face away, clearly avoiding her scent.

Feng Ling, who had always been passive and was always very contradictory and unreasonable when it came to matters between a man and a woman, and whose EQ was clearly not good enough, took the initiative to mention that night. Her voice was slow and gently, and her voice carried a different kind of ruthlessness.

He didn’t acknowledge her, so she was angry.

But she couldn’t be angry for too long.

Feng Ling watched his face. He did not turn back. From this angle, he had grown a stubble. He had lost too much weight.

She no longer leaned against the bed. Instead, she supported herself with one hand and looked at him with watery eyes. Her voice sounded calm, but she deliberately raised her voice. “What exactly do I look like when I’m drunk? Is that why you’re so obsessed with making me drunk?”

“Li Nanheng, don’t avoid the topic. Perhaps you can think of it this way. Perhaps I came here to see you to settle the score with you?”