She stood by the sofa to watch as he rested. After a moment of deliberation, she returned to the bedroom to retrieve a thin blanket, laying it over him gently.
Li Nanheng kept his eyes shut without responding. She sat down on the carpet in front of him and raised her eyes to watch the man who seemed preoccupied with his thoughts. She asked: âBoss, are you in a bad mood?â
The man did not respond.
âIs there something on your mind?â
He still did not respond.
Feng Lingâs thoughts drifted, could it be that he had a headache after drinking?
She was about to stand up and head behind the sofa to attempt a head massage when the man abruptly spoke up with a slightly hoarse voice: âFeng Ling, do you like me?â
The young woman sitting on the carpet still had the fresh kiss marks he left on her neck. Although she had tidied up her clothes, they still appeared slightly messy.
She hugged her knees to herself as she sat on the carpet. She did not move as she looked up at him.
The man lowered his head to watch her. âAnswer me.â
Feng Ling saw that his gaze was heavy and serious, and strangely felt that her answer was extremely important to him.
She could not answer this carelessly.
Thus, she fell into deep thought for a moment before saying: âBoss, I donât understand emotions very well. But based on the way I feel for you, compared to other men, I feel that I donât resist being with you much.â
Li Nanheng watched her expressionlessly. âDonât give me so many reasons. I only asked you one thing. Do you like me or not?â
Feng Ling met his gaze and nodded slowly. âI do.â
The manâs cold gaze instantly became slightly moved. He pushed aside the blanket and leaned down to lift her chin, pressing a kiss against her lips.
The kiss was gentle, softly intertwining their tongues together. As Feng Ling clumsily thought to express her own feelings and began to respond, the man faltered. His gaze had calmed down earlier after taking a cold shower, but it instantly darkened again. He released her lips and pressed their foreheads together. âYouâve only just grown up. You donât even understand your feelings well. If you like me, can you wait for me? In a few years, Iâll marry you and make you Mrs. Li, en?â
Feng Ling did not have many thoughts about marriage; in fact, she had never even considered the possibility.
The words âMrs. Liâ were extremely unfamiliar to her.
However, she strangely found herself yearning for it.
She watched the manâs face and slowly nodded her head: âEn.â
âWait for me for three years,â the manâs voice was husky to the point where it was slightly muffled.
She still nodded obediently: âEn.â
âDo you wish to return to the base? You can continue dressing as a man and live the life you wish to have. At the very least, for the next three years, if you wish to return to the base, I can help you do it.â The manâs lips moved against hers: âDo you want to go back?â
Feng Ling did not hesitate to reply: âI do.â
The man suddenly rubbed her head gently.
He shifted back and watched her with a gentle gaze, as though his heart was aching for her: âFor the next three years, return to the base to look for your sense of belonging. Weâll continue as we did before. Go back to the sniper team to train. As for your gender, Iâll be the only one aware of it. No one else will know, en?â
Feng Ling couldnât quite understand why he was suddenly allowing her to return, or why he was suddenly telling her to lead the life she loved for the next three years.
Even though previously, he clearly wanted to hide her away and to prevent her from returning to the base to interact with all those men.
However, being able to return to the base and back to their original state was nonetheless a good thing. She nodded: âAll right.â
Watching her obedient appearance, Li Nanheng asked: âYouâre not going to ask me why?â
âNo. Bossâs arrangementâs are definitely made for my own good. Besides, Boss, you donât like explaining too much to other people. All of your decisions are made with proper reasons. As a member of the XI Base, itâs my duty to obey all of your commands. Iâm also the person you like, so you wonât hurt me. I trust you.â Feng Lingâs answer was very sincere.
Li Nanheng watched her for half a beat and abruptly lifted one corner of his lips: âI have one request.â
âWhat is it?â
âAfter returning to the base, move over from next door to live with me? You should know this as well, but my bed is quite big.â
Feng Ling: â...â
...
It was confirmed that Feng Lingâs arm had recovered well. She would have to avoid overstraining it during training, and make sure she visited Doctor Wen frequently often for a massage, but otherwise, she would be fine. Feng Ling was then finally given the permission to pack her things up and return to the base.
Since her injury till now, it had been three months since she officially returned to the base to stay. It had also been that long since she received proper training.
After Qiao Feiâs departure, the sniper team now had a new drillmaster. Li Nanheng was still the main drillmaster, while the new vice-drillmaster went by the surname Chen. He had been transferred over from the elite team. He wasnât especially tall and his appearance wasnât that good either. In anycase, he wasnât as good looking as Qiao Fei.
There was no need to think hard about why Li Nanheng had transferred this person over to be their vice-drillmaster.
He really took away the slightest opportunity for her to become distracted.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
In between their training, K sat down by Feng Lingâs side to ask: âYour hair is almost growing past your ears. You didnât have any opportunities to get it shaved when you were outside? Previously although your hairstyle wasnât similar to ours, it was never this short. Whatâs wrong? Is it inconvenient because of your arm injury? How about I head over to your room tonight and help you shave it away?â
Feng Ling was about to answer when Li Nanheng, who was passing by, abruptly turned back and spoke coldly: âShave? What shave? Youâre not allowed to shave!â
Feng Ling: â...â
K was dumbstruck as he turned to look at him: âBoss, Iâm talking about how Feng Lingâs hair is growing long...â
âIs it long? Isnât this length in trend right now? Those people outside who appear as though they are part of the Beatles, each one of them with hair longer than each other, donât they all appear just like any other men?â Li Nanheng spoke unreasonably without any expression.
K: â...Is it trendy to keep your hair long this year? Then, would I make it in time if I start growing my hair out now?â
Feng Ling: â...â
Li Nanheng mindlessly glanced at him and answered coldly: âIf you arenât afraid of frightening those young girls outside away, then feel free to do so.â
âWhy? Why does Boss feel that Feng Ling would look good with long hair, while Iâll scare people away if I grow my hair out? My appearance is also very good, all right!â K felt very wronged.
Li Nanheng first looked at Feng Lingâs face admiringly and meaningfully, before he tossed a look of disdain at K. He then turned and directly left.
K: âBoss, youâre too biased! You better watch out, or Iâll tell everyone about how, when I went to look for Feng Ling previously, I actually found you in his room!â
Feng Ling: â...â