The Story of Ling and Heng

Chapter 161-165

Chapter 898: The Story of Ling and Heng (161)

Li Nanheng stood by the bed and watched her with a mild expression. Although he did not say a single word, his posture and gaze informed her that he would not allow her to move.

Feng Ling had no choice but to sit back down.

"Feng Ling, since I came to Rogers Pass, have I somehow offended you?" The man watched her sharply.

"No."

"Then why are you displaying such an attitude to me? Lay down!" Li Nanheng resisted the urge to tear the other bed apart. He lowered his eyes to watch her: "I don't wish to repeat my words. Lay down and sleep right now."

Feng Ling did not wish to display her temper so obviously. She also knew that for the past days, Li Nanheng had been sufficiently tolerant of her attitude.

Since she had already returned to this tent, doing anything more would be futile.

She could only pretend as though nothing had happened.

She fell silent for a moment before she began to neaten her clothes. Earlier, he had left her collars askew when he hauled her over. She then laid down and turned over to face him with her back. She closed her eyes and immediately tried to sleep.

Li Nanheng did not request anything more from her. He watched her for a moment before tossing his coat away to lay down.

Feng Ling had assumed she would be fine sleeping with her back facing him. However, the instant he laid down, her sensitive body became tense. Even though they were separated by around twenty centimeters of distance, the memories they shared on this bed began to flood her mind. It left her incapable of composing herself.

Now that the person next to him was her, Li Nanheng rested his head on his arm in satisfaction and closed his eyes.

Late at night, it was quiet in the tent. Feng Ling was pretending to sleep while the man behind her seemed to have fallen asleep. His breathing was rhythmic.

She couldn't sleep like this.

She quietly sat up and was about to move off the bed when the man abruptly spoke up with his eyes closed. His voice was husky with drowsiness: "Sleep properly. Don't think about running out to stand in the cold wind."

Feng Ling faltered. She held in her emotions and turned toward the man to say impatiently: "I can't sleep. I'm going out for a walk."

Li Nanheng opened his eyes to watch her: "Why not? Something on your mind? Or is it because of me? I don't understand. I only had a few days of fever. Why are you suddenly displaying such an attitude against me?"

"It's nothing. My body hasn't been feeling well. Everything I do makes me frustrated. Boss, you don't have to pay so much attention to me. These are all unnecessary misunderstandings." Feng Ling's expression was stiff.

Li Nanheng narrowed his eyes and smiled coldly: "Don't you know why I pay so much attention to you?"

Feng Ling abruptly recalled the daring confessions he made to her and was instantly left speechless. She laid back down and tugged the sheets over herself to sleep. She did not wish to say a single more word to him.

She wasn't sure if she was thankful or upset that he did not remember.

Perhaps it was both.

Otherwise, she wouldn't experience so many days of discomfort; she did not wish to give him any attention, to see him, or to stand too close to him. She didn't want to smell the scent on his body. She did not even want to hear the sound of his breathing when he slept.