Chapter 893: There Are Wind Chimes in the South, and Hengmu in the North (One Hundred and Fifty-Six)

Ever since she was brought out of the wolf cave by those people when she was five years old, she has never shed a single tear.

I don't even remember what it feels like to cry.

After so many years, it seems that the last time I cried was because I was hungry in the wolf cave when I was three or four years old. At that time, she was so dry and thin that she couldn’t get enough to eat every day. I cry when I eat.

Later, she forgot how to cry.

But now there is actually some heat in the eye sockets.

It was clearly a thin callus in the palm of her hand, but Feng Ling felt that it was more sensitive than any other place. She wanted to withdraw her hand, but the man held her wrist tightly. The kiss was in her palm. After staying for a long time, when Feng Ling really stopped struggling completely, he slowly kissed her wrist along the palm of her hand, kissing at the artery of her wrist, which may be because of the artery, and then With her heart beating violently, she kissed him again little by little.

Until the man's lips turned directly.

Feng Ling's hands tightly gripped the bed sheet under him, and his toes straightened in an instant!

It was as if some kind of dark feeling invaded her, causing all the rationality in her mind to burn out in an instant, and the only instinct left in her mind was reminding her that she could not go on and must push him away, but her palm There seemed to be a man's warmth in her face, and she had never seen the pity in his eyes when he kissed her.

Will a child like her who was raised by wolves be pitied one day?

She is so desperate to have a bite of hot food to eat, a warm quilt to sleep in, and a person who can live well, will she be treated so tenderly?

She will also...be seen as a woman, and even feel distressed, love her?

Even if it's just a thin cocoon, it will be regarded as a trace of all the hard work and struggle in life, will it be understood and distressed?

I don't know what kind of emotion interfered with her thinking, she never moved again, she even forgot that someone might come in the tent at any time, only when the man didn't stop all his movements at all, her hands I have been compiling the sheets, with various influences constantly circling in my head.

...

The man was even more hot because of the high fever when she bit her lips in pain. She couldn't help but gasped, but she couldn't even make any sound, and all the pain came to her mouth. I endured the sobs and went back...

...

Alcohol is hot.

Gu Qianwang is hot.

So is body temperature.

Those loves and hates that have been dormant in the years of training and running-in at the base are all awakened at this moment.

Under the tent, in the dim light, occasionally the curtains are slightly blown by the cold wind, and the small windows of the tent are completely closed.

No matter what the man did, he didn't sweat because his fever hadn't subsided yet, but sweat was already oozing from Feng Ling's forehead.

She held on to the man's arm, and suddenly felt helpless. She didn't know how to continue after it had reached such a point, but she still instinctively clung to his neck, feeling the strong smell of alcohol on the man's body. .

For nearly two hours, Feng Ling seemed to be cooked on a frying pan, tossing and turning.

In short, the first time in her life with a man was not very comfortable, and because Li Nanheng was not sober and irrational at all, even after tasting the taste of ecstasy, the force was heavier and more ruthless every time, let her stop talking It was a struggle, and he didn't even have the strength to bite him.

The man pinched her waist tightly, without stopping at all.

She clutched the quilt under her body, feeling the man's ardent drunkenness, which was still hot and still had a high fever. For the first time in her life, she felt that she might be seriously injured.

And it's still "internal injury"!

...

When it was all over, it was still utterly silent outside.

The man didn't even have time to tidy up everything on his body, so he lay on his back directly on the bed, still drunk, I don't know whether he was exhausted after the illness or he was refreshed after expressing his hopelessness, in short, he just lay down and fell asleep again past.

Enduring the pain all over his body, especially the terrible pain in his lower body, Feng Ling reluctantly crawled away from the man, and because of the pain, he couldn't stabilize himself by the bed, and suddenly fell directly to the ground.

She sat up, grabbed her torn clothes and chest cloth, and then picked up the down jacket to wrap around her body. Although it was strenuous and difficult, she insisted on pulling out the suitcase under the bed and took out a new one from it. The chest cloth and other clothes, and those that were torn, were thrown into the stove that was always on in the tent and burned, and then staggered into the bathroom with a somewhat slow pace.

Because she was afraid that Da Bin would find something unusual when she came back from patrol, she endured the pain and took a quick shower for five minutes. After putting on her clothes, she walked out slowly and looked at the man lying on the bed. I used to tidy up everything on the bed. Fortunately, the bed sheet was black, and the bloodstain was hidden in the blackness, so no one would notice it.

She wiped the man's body clean, and then pulled the sheet out from under him. This bastard has a fever for the past few days. Everyone wiped his body to cool down physically. He was not wearing any clothes. She simply took off his pants Well, after putting on the quilt, I felt that Da Bin and the others would not see any traces, so I let out a long breath, and sat down on the side of the bed as if my whole body was weak.

Li Nanheng wasn't sober at all just now, whether it was the gentle kiss to her or the fierceness at that moment... all were based on his instinct.

So her first time was not treated tenderly at all.

It even made her suspect that she might really be torn apart more and more ruthlessly.

Feng Ling sat on the edge of the bed, feeling sore and uncomfortable even if she moved lightly, she turned her eyes to the man lying on the bed as if nothing had happened, and then turned her gaze to the empty bird on the table next to her. white wine bottle.

Raising his hand to caress her chest, thinking of the action of the man biting off her chest cloth with his teeth just now, Feng Ling felt his whole head was instantly hot.

But Li Nanheng had already discovered it after all.

Looking at the face of the man who didn't know whether he had fallen into a coma again or was just sleeping, Feng Ling fell into confusion.

Will he be kicked out of the base?

What should she do...