Chapter 1205: The Story of Ling and Heng (468)
The sound of water in the bathroom continued. In fact, there was a bathtub in the bathroom, but Feng Ling didn’t use it. When she was was.h.i.+ng her hair, what Li Nanheng said in the supermarket today suddenly popped up in her mind: ‘This box of condoms was too small for me’.
Although she wanted to respond to him more actively today, she hesitated as she remembered how much pain she had felt the previous two times.
Li Nanheng was not a gentle person at all and had been much kinder to and more patient with her than to others. Even when she had a high fever, he still didn’t give up torturing her. The last time in T City, she didn’t even have a chance to sleep. This man was like a beast in bed, and the harder she cried, the fiercer he would become. He was never gentle to her in bed.
Feng Ling even began to consider whether she should buy some painkillers in advance…
As she pondered, she finished bathing and she suddenly realized that didn’t bring any change of clothes.
She didn’t bring in the clothes she bought at the mall today. Looking at the clothes that smelled of hot pot and the white bathrobe and bath towel in the bathroom, she blushed and wrapped herself in the bath towel and then put on the bathrobe before she pushed the door open.
The bathroom was a little steamy because she took a long bath, but outside the bathroom, it was clean and bright.
The man was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and lights were blazing outside the window. It was snowing. Hearing her walk out, Li Nanheng turned around.
When their eyes met, Feng Ling suddenly at a loss of words. She opened her mouth and stammered, “I… I’m… I am done.”
The little woman’s cheeks were rosy and her short hair was wet and attached to her cheeks. When he looked at her, she raised her hand and touched her hair nervously. Then she looked at the bathroom, saying, “My clothes are still in the bathroom. Let me take them out.”
“No, I’ll ask the hotel staff to have them dry-cleaned.” He stopped her. “Come here.”
Feng Ling’s footsteps stopped and she turned to look at him.
“Come here.” He repeated.
Feng Ling looked at the man and the snowflakes falling outside the French window behind him, hesitated for a moment, and walked over slowly. Seeing it, the man raised his eyebrows. “Am I a terrorist who has dozens of catties of explosives tied to the body? What are you afraid of?”
Feng Ling said in her heart, if you were really a terrorist, I wouldn’t have been so scared. He was the most terrifying when he spoke in a patient and gentle tone.
But she bit the bullet and walked to him.
As soon as she walked to the window, he hugged her and when he saw what she was wearing, he laughed and stroked her wet hair. “It snowing heavily. I don’t think we can drive back to the base tomorrow morning. You were busy with your work from morning till night and now you can lie in tomorrow.”
“I don’t have the habit of sleeping late.” Feng Ling looked away abruptly, not to look at him.
But the man’s voice rang behind her and at the same time, he hugged her even more tightly from behind. “I don’t think you can get up early tomorrow morning.”
Feng Ling didn’t want to speak anymore. She stared at the snow outside but suddenly felt warmth in her neck. The man’s kiss had fallen and she immediately turned stiff, at a loss of what to do. The previous two experiences came to her mind. The first time was on the snow mountain when she was completely stunned and now all she could remember was that it really hurt.
As for the second time, she was also at a loss and Li Nanheng had the initiative the whole time. She remembered that she was in terrible pain and tiredness at the time and even cried under him in the end. She was dizzy back then and couldn’t remember much.
At this moment… she stood there with her neck shrinking, trying to hide yet unwilling to resist.
The man’s kiss moved from the side of her neck to her ears. His originally steady breathing gradually became hot and rapid. The heavy breathing was in her ears as if it was going to explode her nerves and her eardrums trembled.
He hugged her tightly, not in a hurry to take off her bathrobe, but focused on kissing her.
Li Nanheng couldn’t wait to throw the woman on the bed. It was a miracle that he could restrain his desire for so long. He actually didn’t want any foreplay.
But he knew that Feng Ling’s two previous experiences were not good. He must let her experience how he loved her with sufficient preparation and gave her enough time.
Under his hot kisses, Feng Ling’s body had softened and she almost collapsed into his arms. The man held her and pressed her against the French window. Now in front of her, there was a cold window, through which she could see the heavy snow falling outside, and behind her, it was the man’s st.u.r.dy hot chest exposed from the bathrobe. She s.h.i.+vered at this strange experience and kicked. It happened that she kicked the switch of the floor lamp, and the light dimmed. The neon and snow outside looked gorgeous and the room went dark.
In the darkness, Li Nanheng hugged her and kept kissing her attentively and her nervousness gradually disappeared. The man turned her body around and she didn’t notice that the bathrobe slipped off her shoulders and got stuck on her arms, making her unable to move her arms. She struggled a bit but the man took this chance to press her on the window and kissed her harder and deeper.
An air of ambiguity pervaded the air and Feng Ling felt as if her body was burning.