Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?
chapter-1021

Chapter 1021: The Story of Ling and Heng (284)

Feng Ling pulled the chair beside her away and then sat down on a more comfortable seat. “Boss, Head Coach, please move out irrelevant people. Hey, what are you waiting for? Continue practicing——”

Before she finished her words, her wrist was grabbed.

The man strode in from outside the door and grabbed her firmly without retreating in the slightest. “Coach Ling, I have something to tell you.”

He didn’t call her by her real name but respected her and called her current name.

His grip was so powerful that she couldn’t pull her hand back.

Feng Ling finally looked at him and said impatiently, “Can’t you see that I’m in a class? Mr. Li, why are you always like this? Your matters are always the most important, and you must get whatever you want. If you want someone to wait for you for three years, then she must wait for you. No matter how aggrieved she is, you won’t give it a damn. You are the young master of the Li family, while I am just a parentless orphan, so I should be bullied by you and then kicked out of your place, right? I don’t want to be bullied by you any longer, OK?”

Li Nanheng paused and let go of her hand.

When she coldly stared at him with her clear and dark eyes, he could clearly see the indifference and defensiveness in her eyes, as well as the red blood streaks that appeared because of the cold and fever that had not gone away.

Except for the time when he forcibly kissed her, and when she pointed a gun at him, she had never stared at him like this.

Under her resentful stare, Li Nanheng felt the last drop of blood draining from his heart that had been hurting for the last two years.

He wanted to say something, but when he looked at her, staring at him indifferently, he only said, “I am waiting for you outside.”

He turned around, walked out under the puzzled gazes of the martial arts club’s boss and the head coach, and closed the door of the classroom.

The students who were watching them as if watching some TV series quickly continued to practice, so as not to provoke the cold-faced female coach who seemed to be in a bad mood, but from time to time, they couldn’t help but look at Feng Ling.

So she was called Feng Ling…

Which Ling was it? The zero Ling? The bell Ling? Or the spirit Ling? None of them seemed to match her style…

Under the curious stares of these people, the water glass in Feng Ling’s hand suddenly spilled on the ground, and the full glass of water fell under her feet, splashing to her trousers, but obviously, she didn’t notice it and still sat there with no expression.

“What are you looking at?” Feng Ling looked at them deadpan.

The students gaped. The water in the glass seemed to be very hot. Didn’t she feel it?

Who was that man just now?

For so long, they had often discussed in private what kind of man could subdue a woman like Coach Ling. It seemed that Chen Beiqing couldn’t handle her at all, nor could he conquer her.

But the one who entered the door just now overwhelmed Coach Ling on all aspects.

They looked at the short-haired woman sitting in the front. She seemingly casually picked up the water glass on the ground and gently put it aside. “If you look at me again, this class will be over, but if your postures are not standard, don’t blame me for being rude to you.”

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Li Nanheng looked at his watch.

Time kept slipping by, but Feng Ling still did not finish the class.

He knew she took every single job seriously. She was the same as before, although her work was different.

But she still had a high fever of 39 degrees early this morning. He stayed by her bed for a few hours and fed her anti-fever medicine, but obviously, it didn’t work well. He went out in the morning to buy her some breakfast, but he found that the woman had gone out to work when he came back.

Thinking of the hot temperature he felt when he just held her wrist, he felt it was torture waiting for her in this room. Planning to get some fresh air, he opened the door, ignoring the boss and the head coach of the martial arts club, and slamming the door loudly.

After hearing the sound, Feng Ling expression finally changed. She said to the students who were practicing hard, “Take a rest in half an hour. I will check again at 1:00 pm. If there is no problem, we can finish then. You go ahead; I’m going to the bathroom.”

She got up and walked out of the classroom, only to see the empty reception room and the head coach and boss who were looking at her curiously in front of the office. She paused, said nothing, and walked toward the bathroom holding her head high.

Feng Ling didn’t go to the toilet but turned on the faucet and washed her face.

The temperature was cold, so was the water. She held some water and splashed it on her face, and the biting chill made her shiver.

Looking up, she looked at her wet face in the mirror.

In the narrow space with plenty of light, her pale face has nowhere to hide. Because she had a fever, there was a very shallow blush on her cheeks that didn’t look normal. It couldn’t be seen clearly unless being looked closely.

She touched her forehead and then saw her hand—-the white and tender fingers that were peculiar to a woman—- and the thin callus in her palm that had been worn out by holding a gun all year-round. Although it was not obvious, it was there.

After she stopped pretending to be a man, everyone who saw her said she was very beautiful and asked her why she had cut her hair so short, which didn’t look feminine at all.

She just smiled and did not answer.

Her hair and her life were just like her hands. Although they looked beautiful in others’ eyes, no one knew that there was already a thin cocoon that could never be wiped off in them.

While she looked at her palm, there were drops of water falling on it. She thought she was crying, but when she looked at the woman in the mirror, she found that her eyes were dry and bloodshot, having no trace of tears at all.

She didn’t cry when she was kicked out of XI Base, nor did she cry when she learned that Li Nanheng got married. Of course, she wouldn’t cry now.

In fact, she was a little surprised at her indifferent personality. Why didn’t she even shed a tear, although she could hardly stand the pain?

Feng Ling never considered herself a strong person.

She only felt that a child who grew up drinking wolf milk was born with an iron heart.

She should not have feelings.