Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Chapter 1039 - The Story of Ling and Heng (302)

Chapter 1039: The Story of Ling and Heng (302)

Li Nanheng did not move and remained sitting there. “En. Then I’ll sit here with you.”

Feng Ling glanced at him. “Didn’t you hear the main point?”

“What?”

“I said I wish to be alone.”

Li Nanheng watched her for a moment. He then appeared slightly awkward as he coughed lightly. He picked up his shirt and slowly put it on. It seemed like the injury on his back was hurting quite badly. He wasn’t able to move as easily as he liked as he placed his arms through the sleeves. His elbows were stuck twice, but after seeing that Feng Ling had no intentions of helping him, he could only struggle through it himself.

“You can use the blanket on the couch. If it isn’t warm enough, you can use the bed and blanket in the other room.” Li Nanheng stood up. He knew that Feng Ling didn’t have much patience for him right now. The forceful methods he had used in the past would definitely be futile right now. He could only approach slowly; he definitely could not be impatient.

Feng Ling did not respond. However, as he stood up, she picked up the thin blanket and placed it aside. From her appearance, it was clear she wouldn’t use something he had used.

Li Nanheng felt a sigh trapped in his chest. He watched her and shifted his arms slightly. The movement strained the injury on his back and his expression instantly paled.

Feng Ling glanced at him. “You should go rest if you’re injured. Why are you hanging around me? If you mind having me here, I’ll leave right now. I’m fine with standing in the hallway for a few hours.”

He couldn’t even stay here for a while?

Li Nanheng watched her gloomily. He wanted to say something but saw that Feng Ling had shifted her gaze away and was no longer looking at him.

...Fucking hell! In his entire lifetime, Li Nanheng had never met someone so difficult to deal with. To think that the person was even a woman.

“Sleep early.” After saying this, the man did not continue standing around her. He turned to head into the bedroom.

The living room returned to its silence. Finally, the unique scent that belonged only to the man became lighter. Feng Ling felt as though she could finally breath properly. She sat on the sofa for a while before laying down on it.

Although the environment and this living room appeared unfamiliar, she wasn’t especially unused to it. The drug effects from earlier had yet to fade, and she had been enduring a headache this whole time. She laid there for a while, scanning the simply and clean living room. She then glanced at the snow white walls. Her mind was filled with memories of being woken up by the collision. She had rolled off of the seat and onto the floor. When she awoke, she was almost immediately greeted by Li Nanheng, who had hauled the door open.

No matter how long she kept her eyes closed, the image wouldn’t leave her mind.

Finally, Feng Ling turned over and shoved her head into the corner of the couch.

——

The next day, early morning.

Feng Ling wasn’t sure how long she had slept. In the beginning, she had found it difficult to fall asleep, but she gradually drifted off. She even dreamed of a lot of things.

It had been a long time since she dreamt of so much.

It was only nearing daylight that her sleep became more comfortable.

The air seemed to carry the scent of food. It was a faint and slightly strange scent.

She had no choice but to open her eyes due to smell. She saw that it was daylight and followed the smell, looking towards the kitchen. From the sofa, she could see part of the man’s backview.

Feng Ling glanced in that direction suspiciously and stood up to approach. She stood by the kitchen entrance and watched as the injured patient, who had suffered a blow from the metal rod last night, cracked open two eggs in a plate. He then used a pair of chopsticks and awkwardly stirred the eggs around.

The man then opened the rice cooker by the side. It was only then that she realized he had prepared porridge. However, the porridge seemed to be prepared with too little water. It was extremely dry; to the point where it seemed like he was trying to cook rice but had added too much water.

As the man poured the egg into a frying man, Feng Ling lost the ability to watch any further. She approached him. “What are you doing?”

The man flipped what seemed like a strange pancake and glanced at her from the side. “Why didn’t you sleep more?”

Feng Ling looked at the eggs that were painful to behold. “I smelled something strange and got up to take a look.”

“Strange?”

Feng Ling looked at the pan. “What did you put in here besides oil?”

“Honey. Don’t they say that all girls enjoy sweet things? I came up with a honey egg pancake.”

Feng Ling: “...”

Since a long time ago, she had known that Young Master Li could achieve anything, with the exception of cooking. Back when she had lived in his condo, she had tasted his cooking a few times. How would she describe it? Although it was cooked and it wouldn’t hurt her stomach, the taste of it was frightening. Frightening to the point where, aside from someone like her who had grown up with the wolves, there probably wasn’t anyone else who would be able to swallow it down.

Who would have thought that, even after two years, he had not improved at all.

“You’re making breakfast?” Feng Ling asked.

Li Nanheng gave her a ‘Does it look like I’m making dinner?’ expression.

Feng Ling pursed her lips and abruptly took the pan away from him: “Move away. Don’t block me.”

Li Nanheng watched as Feng Ling seemed to want to display her skills in the kitchen. He was very self-aware as he retreated.

In a blink of an eye, Feng Ling peeled off the inedible pancake and washed the pan clean. She returned it to the stove and poured some water in. She then cracked two eggs into the pan. After two minutes, she plated two perfect fried eggs.

Li Nanheng watched the golden yolks and turned to look at Feng Ling’s hands. He then watched as she added more water into the rice cooker for it to cook.

“Your cooking was typical in the past. Where did you learn all of this?”

Feng Ling busied herself and did not turn to look at him. She responded coldly, “I’m not a young master like you; even when you leave the base, there are people taking care of you and watching out for your diet. I also couldn’t possibly order takeout everyday. After two years, it was sufficient for me to learn a bit. Is it that strange?”

Li Nanheng saw that her movements were indeed much more comfortable than two years ago. As he stood by the side to watch her, his lips subconsciously curved up.

Feng Ling had simply ran out of patience watching him cook. Even though he was clearly bad at it, and was even injured, why did he run into the kitchen early in the morning?

In the first place, she didn’t say she would have breakfast at his place. Would she eat it just because he made it? And he even made it look so bad.

She tidied up the things in the kitchen and worked with the rest of the ingredients. After preparing several dishes, she prepared to bring the plates out. When she turned around, she saw that the man had been watching her from the side the whole time. Feng Ling abruptly paused. From his gaze, it was as though he was watching his little wife work.