Chapter 1179 - Lingling! (2/2)

Ah Zhou lowered his head. “Master, this shows that Miss Feng has been hiding in the closet for two whole days. She hasn’t eaten a thing, just sleeping the entire two days.”

Xuan Ying suddenly furrowed his brows. What kind of person would even hide in a closet for two whole days and not come out?

Yuyu’s voice rang beside his ears—-Feng Lingxue is a madwoman, she’s insane, she definitely isn’t mentally sound!

Xuan Ying’s gaze turned frosty cold.

“Silver Mask King,” Tang Mo’er came and said, “I haven’t had the chance to interact with Miss Feng much but I do know that she feels really empty inside. She’s in need of warmth and affection. No matter what happened between the two of you in the past, I really hope that you can put the past behind and treat her well.”

All she was met with was silence. It took him a while before he finally spoke. “Ah Zhou, show the guest out.”

“Miss Tang, this way please.”

With that, Tang Mo’er left.

…

The room was finally silent, leaving only him and her behind. Xuan Ying took off his coat, lifting the blanket to lay beside her. Stretching out his arm, he pulled her into his arms, letting her head rest on his chest.

He was transmitting his body warmth to her.

Feng Lingxue could feel the warmth even while she was in her sleep. She moved closer, her hands moving into her shirt, placing them on his eight pack.

Xuan Ying smiled, she wasn’t foolish at all, she knew where to place her cold hands to get warmth. He drifted back into his memories, back when they were still at Ah Jiao’s Room.

It was winter, her face red and her hands cold. She ran over, asking, “Brother Ying, which part of your body is the warmest?”

“What?” He was perplexed.

She charged over, running into his arms as she had her hands inside his shirt, gathering warmth from his eight pack. “Your stomach must be the warmest part. Brother Ying, why is your stomach so hard? Are these abs? Wow! One. Two. Three… seven, eight… Brother Ying, you have an eight pack!”

Her delicate fingers moved around on his abs, her eyes crinkling into a smile.

His waist went numb after being touched by her, even his face turned red. He was already 18 years old back then and knew everything he should at that age.

“Lingling, stop touching!” He pressed her hand.

“Oh.” She was obedient, not touching him anymore.

He wrapped his hand around her waist, hugging her. They leaned on each other for warmth that winter.

Xuan Ying came out of those memories, lowering his eyes to look at the beauty in his arms. He leaned forward to plant a kiss on her hair, saying, “Back then, I wanted to tell you that the warmest part of my body wasn’t here, but here…”

He held her hand, moving downwards…

Feng Lingxue hadn’t woken up yet, but her cold body slowly turned warm.

Xuan Ying lowered his head, kissing her red lips.

He didn’t dare to kiss her last time, didn’t dare to touch her back then. Even when he had a reaction down there, he would always try to hide it, he was afraid that she would see it.

He locked himself in a room, relieving himself of the discomfort and releasing his load. Right before he came, he couldn’t help but call her name. “Lingling… Lingling!”

He loved her since all those years ago.

…

After leaving the Snow Mountain Residence, Tang Mo’er got in the limousine to return to the West Palace.