Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Chapter 782 - The Story of Ling and Heng

Chapter 782: The Story of Ling and Heng (45)

The next day.

The moment Nanheng opened his eyes, before he even fully processed where he was, a wave of dizziness overwhelmed him. He reached up and rubbed his forehead for a while before opening his eyes once more.

He realized he wasn’t sleeping in his own bed; his brows furrowed and he abruptly sat up. The moment he turned to the side, he saw that K was sitting on a bench next to the bed.

Nanheng was slightly absentminded. Last night, he had returned to the base after drinking too much. Afterward, he seemed to recall going to Feng Ling’s side?

Was it a dream, or was it real? Did he take an incorrect route? Or was it all a hallucination?

But no matter what, he should either be in his own bed or in Feng Ling’s. How did he end up in K’s place?

“B-boss, you’re awake ah...” K’s expression was slightly stumped as he watched him.

The moment Li Nanheng heard his tone, he felt that things weren’t simple. He narrowed his eyes coldly: “K?”

K nodded his head frantically but remained in his seat. It was as though he had suffered some form of fright or grievance and did not dare to approach.

Nanheng furrowed his brows; partially because his head was aching, but more because K’s expressions were filled with various meanings.

“Why am I here?”

“Boss...” K’s expression was somewhat awkward and filled with grievance as he swallowed: “Last night, you drank too much. Originally, I was about to head to bed when you abruptly came into my room and startled me. I thought you wanted to drink more and thought to have a couple rounds with you, but I never expected that you...”

When Nanheng saw K’s expression, he furrowed his brows harshly: “What did I do?”

“You might have drank too much last night. I’m not sure who you mistook me for, but you must have thought I was a woman. You suddenly came up and held me, and even pressed me down onto the bed...”

Li Nanheng: “...???”

“Afterward, I, um, Boss I really didn’t mean it. I know you drank too much last night. The name you were calling also wasn’t mine. But I’m straight ah, what if you did something to me? How would a man like me continue staying in society? So I just knocked you out, just... I hit the back of your neck...” As he spoke, K pointed toward the area on Nanheng’s neck that was aching: “Drillmaster Han was the one who taught us this. He said that this is the weakest part of a person’s neck and I immediately learned it well. Yesterday was the first time I used it, but I didn’t expect that it would really knock you out.”

Li Nanheng: “...”

“Whose name did I call out last night?” Nanheng tried his best to digest K’s words and asked with a heavy voice.

“I didn’t hear it clearly. I’m not sure if it was something Ling, or Ling something... it should be a woman, right? Otherwise, you wouldn’t have kept rubbing my chest...” K coughed as he spoke.

Nanheng’s expression instantly turned uglier. He stared in disdain at K’s chest that couldn’t be anymore flat.

He went to touch the chest of a big man like him?

Nanheng’s fingers twitched. He slowly raised his hand and shifted his palms. He could not remember last night well, but he seemed to recall entering someone else’s room and pressing that person down. After hearing K’s words, he felt that he had really touched someone’s chest last night.

Was it K’s?

When he carefully recalled the sensation, he felt that something just wasn’t right.

However, K’s recount of the incident seemed to match up fully with the vague memories he had.

Was it Ling something or something Ling?

Could he have thought that he had entered Feng Ling’s room?

Right now, K’s place was one floor apart from Feng Ling’s. Their room numbers were identical and only separated by one floor. If he had really drank too much, it wasn’t impossible for him to enter the wrong room...

But the sensation...

Nanheng glanced another eye at K’s chest. Although K was dressed in his combat clothes, he was much more muscular and the clothes did not appear loose the way they did on Feng Ling. With one glance, he could tell that K’s chest was muscular, firm and flat.

As though it was because Nanheng was staring at his chest, K shifted his hands up to block his chest with a fearful expression. He seemed determined not to let his boss bend him into becoming gay.

Nanheng was speechless as he rubbed the back of his neck. He then considered the incident last night. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that the person he had pressed down was clearly Feng Ling. How could it have become K?

“You’re sure that last night I entered your room?”

K nodded: “Yes.”

K was still hugging his own chest with a defensive expression. Seeing this, Nanheng really could not stand staying in this room any longer. He immediately stood up to leave, yet the moment he stood, he had to rub his forehead and his aching neck.

“Fuck, since you knew I drank too much, you should have called someone to help me back. You used so much force, fuck, were you trying to kill me?” Nanheng turned back to glare at him harshly.

K pursed his lips: “It was an emergency and I couldn’t control my strength. Boss, you can’t blame me. I was also putting thought into both of our innocence.”

Nanheng expressionlessly stepped out without looking back.

Innocence?

If he had really entered K’s room last night, perhaps he really needed to thank K for protecting his innocence.

After stepping out of K’s room, Li Nanheng walked away with an ugly expression. He had just approached the staircase when he abruptly noticed Feng Ling who was on her way down. The instant their gaze met, Nanheng stared at her icily.

Feng Ling, on the other hand, seemed slightly confused: “Boss? It’s so early, why are you here?”

At the same time, Feng Ling’s gaze shifted to the rooms behind him: “Drillmaster Han and Brother Xu both don’t stay on this floor. Did you take the wrong path?”

Nanheng noticed that she did not bring up K, as though she was completely clueless about what had happened last night, he only stared at her coldly without offering any explanation. Feng Ling had already come down and was about to step past him when he spoke up: “There are two more hours. You’re ready?”

“I’m mostly prepared, but I was thinking of training for a while to prevent my muscles from being stiff.”

“Very good. Being well-prepared and having the spirit to fight is indeed necessary for our base members.” Nanheng turned and glanced at her calmly. At the same time, he scanned her loose combat outfit. He reached out, as though he was a leader helping his subordinate to neaten his collar, and tugged on her collar.

In the next moment, both his eyes and hands paused. His gaze was fixed under her collar as he spoke coldly and heavily: “What are you wearing under your shirt?”