Chapter 899 - The Story of Ling and Heng (162) (1/2)

Chapter 899: The Story of Ling and Heng (162)

However, before kissing her, at such a close distance, Li Nanheng suddenly fell into a trance.

Looking at Feng Ling’s face and her lips in such a short distance… such a kissing angle…

Some strange images suddenly flashed in his mind.

Those images weren’t like scenes experienced in dreams, but like what happened in reality. When did he push her down on this bed? When did he kiss her on this bed?

But the scene that popped up in his mind made him stare at Feng Ling’s face deeply.

Since coming to the Rogers Pass, although he had not concealed his feelings for Feng Ling, he had never made any harassment or other actions that she didn’t like.

After all, after he kissed her at the base that night, she pointed a gun at him the next day. He was not so horny as to do something that she resisted.

But those images couldn’t come from anywhere.

He kept looking at Feng Ling’s face and tried hard to recall, but he could only recall the images of him pressing her on the bed and kissing her, and he was not sure whether it was a dream or not.

In order to recall more clearly, Li Nanheng kissed her on the lips. Her lips were so soft that he just wanted to go deeper and deeper. He restrained the impulse and felt that the images in his mind were looming.

Making sure that Feng Ling’s nightmare had ended, Li Nanheng let go of her, let her lie down on the bed, sat up and gazed at her, and then he turned to look at the small table beside the bed.

There was no wine bottle on the small table, but when he glanced at it, he remembered the few empty bottles place on it on the day he just woke up.

Did it have anything to do with the wine that Fattie fed him that night?

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The next day, it was Fattie ‘s turn to patrol. When Fattie was about to go down the mountain, he suddenly discovered that Boss Li was also here.

The two went down the mountain, and Fattie looked flattered. “Boss, are you going to patrol with me?”

Li Nanheng glanced at the snow and ice and said coldly: “I’d like to ask you something.”

“Oh, boss, what do you want to ask?”

“Did anything else happen on the night that you fed me wine when I had a high fever?”

Fattie tried to remember. “No, When Feng Ling heard that I fed you wine, she was very mad at me and drove me out, but that night Dabin did the patrols and the vigil. If something happened, he would tell us. That night, Feng Ling stayed in the tent and took care of you. She took care of you sleeplessly for days and nights. What could happen?”

“Was Feng Ling mad at you?”

“Yeah, like everyone else, when the brothers heard that I fed you alcohol, they all scolded me, so did Feng Ling. In fact, I should have taken care of you that night. I asked her to take a good rest, and I would take care of you, but she was worried about you and insisted on staying there, taking care of you. Feng Ling insisted, so I left so as not to piss her off.”

“Just that?”

“Yes.”

“Nothing else happened?”