Chapter 971: There Are Wind Chimes in the South and Hengmu in the North (Two Hundred and Thirty-Four)

"When I kissed you, did you get angry?"

"Well... almost."

Feng Ling's "ba" hadn't finished yet, when the man who was sitting on the chair beside the bed suddenly got up and approached, and suddenly pressed her under him at a speed that caught people off guard, with his hands resting on her sides Beside the bed, he lowered his black eyes and looked at her so close, their noses were almost touching, and the distance between their lips was also very close.

Her expression frightened, she didn't dare to say any more, she just looked at her in a daze, not understanding what he... was going to do all of a sudden...

"If I kiss you again now, will you still be angry?" The man had a wicked smile in his eyes, and he pressed her on the hospital bed like this, without any intention of letting her avoid this topic.

Feng Ling looked in disbelief at the man in front of him who could kiss him just a little further down, and was so stiff that he didn't dare to move or speak.

Li Nanheng just looked down at her like this: "Shall I try kissing one now?"

Feng Ling: "..."

"Boss." Her voice was a little tense, she tried her best to hide her head in the pillow, and put her hands firmly between the two bodies: "Don't, don't mess around..."

"I kissed you a lot when you were pretending to be a man, why can't you kiss now?" Li Nanheng smiled.

Feng Ling's face was turned away, and he couldn't push him with his hands, so he could only turn to grab the quilt tightly and pull it upwards, directly covering his mouth with the corner of the quilt, and then he had an expression of firm refusal.

Looking at her expression, Li Nanheng really wanted to kiss her until she couldn't breathe, until she cried and begged for mercy.

But looking at her pale face due to excessive blood loss, he resisted the pain of wanting to swallow her alive again and again, and suddenly bowed his head. When Feng Ling closed his eyes tightly subconsciously, he didn't Pulling away the corner of the quilt covering her mouth, she turned to lean her head close to her ear, and said in a low voice, "Give me a good recovery first, I'm not in a hurry, we'll settle the score after your injury is healed. "

It is not easy to hear the meaning of his words to settle accounts. The temperature of Feng Ling's blood is soaring inexplicably, and because the man's breath brushes against her ears, the hairs all over his body are standing on end. .

"What's the deal?" Feng Ling didn't know where the courage came from to say such an impulsive sentence suddenly, and he regretted it after he finished speaking.

Why would she ask such a question...

The man smiled lowly in her ear, and his hoarse voice was closer to her ear socket. The itchy and hot feeling made her shrink her neck, but she heard the man's lips brush against her ear: " You bent me abruptly, and now you forcefully straighten me, I have to ask for some compensation for my mental loss."

The man's voice was so hoarse that it seemed to be able to echo in her ears, Feng Ling shrank her neck to avoid it.

However, just when she felt that she couldn't avoid it, Li Nanheng got up and let her go, and she instantly got more room to breathe freely. Turning to look at him, she saw the man retreating to the chair beside the bed like this Up and down.

The unruly posture seems to be teasing her deliberately as if grabbing a small braid of hers.

After the teasing, it happened to be such a calm look again.

From the very beginning, Feng Ling's heart was a little disturbed because the secret of his gender was known to him in such an open and aboveboard manner. Now not only has it not improved at all, but it has become even more disturbed...

How could she make her heart so uneasy because of a man.

When Li Nanheng got up to help her pour water, she covered her face with the quilt, and didn't show her face for a long time, just feeling bored by herself.

Li Nanheng took back the water glass, and seeing her covering her face with the quilt, she seemed to be sneering and said with deep meaning: "It's useless to cover the quilt, I can't go back, Miss Feng."

Miss Feng covered under the quilt: "..."

...

When Feng Ling was finally allowed to leave the hospital and return to Los Angeles to recuperate, it was already nearly ten days since she was bitten by the snake.

I ate light food and all blood-enriching things for several days in a row, and my mental state has improved a lot, and I am no longer so haggard.

Except for the occasional numbness of the arm that was bitten by the snake, there are no other problems. Before leaving Cambodia, Qin Siting came to see her and said about her arm problem. At that time, the snake venom stayed in the body. If the time is too long, the nervous system of the body will definitely be affected. It is normal to feel this kind of numbness for a while, which means that her nervous system is actively recovering, and it will be better in a few days.

After returning to Los Angeles, Li Nanheng didn't let Feng Ling go back to the base directly.

Even though he didn't say it, since the incident of the killing of Commander Fang Fatty, she is very clear that even though there are not a few people in the base who like her and want to protect her, there are also many people who have opinions on her .

It is of course a good thing for Boss Li to give her a secluded environment to recover from her injuries.

It's just that the fact that he couldn't return to the base for the time being made Feng Ling feel a little bit disappointed.

Compared to the life outside where there is nothing to worry about except food and sleep, she prefers the day-to-day training at the base where she spends her blood and sweat every morning and evening.

Although she is a woman, she still likes to hold a gun in her hand.

It's not like now, because of the temporary need for recovery time, and the fragile appearance of wearing a coat and being helped into the car.

Li Nanheng glanced at Feng Ling who had just gotten into the car: "Now I've returned to Los Angeles, there's nothing else I want to do, just drive back to the apartment."

Feng Ling glanced at him: "Boss, will this arm of mine be disabled, and will I not be able to hold a sniper rifle in the future?"

Li Nanheng glanced at her arm: "No."

As he spoke, he shook his hand in front of her again: "Forget about my wrist ligament strain? Pulling San Fatty out of the ice hole won't leave my wrist with many sequelae. It's just a temporary paralysis of some nerves in the arm, Qin Siting also said, it won't take long for it to heal."

Feng Ling looked at his hands: "Are you really all right?"

Li Nanheng raised his hand and patted her on the head lightly: "I used this hand to support you when I was running on the cliff of Snake Valley with you on my back, do you agree?"

In fact, Feng Ling also knew that for people like them who had been trained for a long time, no matter what kind of injuries they suffered, as long as they resumed normal training, their recovery speed would be much faster than ordinary people.

Only then did she move her arm again in relief: "It's good that I can still hold a sniper rifle. My sniper training has just reached the middle stage, and I haven't fully learned it yet. I don't want to give up just like that."

Li Nanheng looked at her attitude of wanting to stay in the base no matter what, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly: "Then don't give up."