Chapter 929 - The Story of Ling and Heng (192) (1/2)

The man pressed her leg down; the thin fabric of her pants separating their skin.

He reached out to hold her hand only to come into contact with the medicine on her palm. Li Nanheng’s brain suddenly faltered. He lowered his head and flipped her palm over to see the small cut left by the dagger. Although the wound wasn’t deep, it had only stopped bleeding a while ago.

He wanted to make her pay for fooling him for so long; to make her cry on the bed, and to make her scream his name with her typically composed and distant voice. He wanted to make her beg for mercy under him.

But Feng Ling, who was unconscious and injured, could not endure any punishment right now.

As her cheeks turned even more flushed, the man closed his eyes and abruptly turned around to head to the bathroom.

As he stood under the cold water, the young woman’s expression and body clung onto his mind. The cold water did nothing to take away the images.

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Although this was a cold shower, he had endured the heat for too long. If he didn’t ease it somehow, he would surely lose control of himself when he entered the room once more.

The man closed his eyes as images of the young woman’s snow white skin filled his mind. His perfectly-crafted back muscles tightened and as he lifted his head, the tension in his neck made for a beautiful silhouette. All of a sudden, he perfectly embodied a wild, unrestrained beauty…

Under the rain of water droplets, the man’s body was tight and filled with power.

A long moment later, the man abruptly released a long breath. He leaned backwards against the cold bathroom wall. The bathroom slowly filled with steam as the water turned hot. He had yet to remove his clothes and was completely soaked. He reached out and pressed his bangs back, revealing his deep, boundless gaze.

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By the time Li Nanheng came out of the bathroom, more than thirty minutes had passed.

The young woman remained on the bed with her clothes dishevelled. She did not have the strength to move and her eyes were still tightly shut.

Seeing this, Li Nanheng suddenly felt that everything he had just done was absolutely futile. He forced himself to turn away, reaching into his closet for a set of soft, light-coloured homewear. After changing into it, he carelessly wiped away the water droplets on his forehead. He then returned to the bedroom, maintaining his composure to fix her clothes.

Observation had always been his strong suit. He easily understood how to handle her binding cloth. After unfastening it, he was able to wrap it back properly without the slightest difference. There was no way she would discover anything amiss.

After returning everything to its original appearance, the man wanted to bring a pail of cold water over to wipe her burning hot face. However, the young woman released various noises endlessly, testing his self-control over and over again.

Li Nanheng originally thought his self-restraint was good; especially when it came to women, he never acted on any inappropriate impulses.

But against Feng Ling… back when he thought she was a man, and right now, with the full awareness that she was a woman, there was completely no difference.

He wanted her.

From the moment he genuinely thought he had been bent, those three words had been clearly written on his forehead for everyone to see.

He never attempted to conceal it from her, and was completely forthcoming, unconcerned about any possible obstacles.