Compared with the tent here which was extremely lively after Li Nanheng woke up, the tent next door was relatively quiet.
Only the occasional crackling sound could be heard from the stove on the floor. After Li Nanheng entered, he walked directly to the pile of beds, the only one with a person lying on it.
The bed was bulging, and Feng Ling lay motionless in it, with the quilt still covering his head.
Yesterday, the third fat man said that Feng Ling had been feeling unwell for the past few days, but she didn't know what was wrong. She always covered her head with a quilt when sleeping, didn't speak, and didn't want others to see her face. They thought she had frostbite and refused to see people, but when they wiped Feng Ling's face that day, they didn't see any frostbite or the like. She was fair and fair and no different from usual, but she was always covered with a quilt. If it weren't for knowing Feng Ling usually has such a taciturn temperament, and he may be even less talkative when he is feeling unwell, otherwise everyone would think that Feng Ling is isolated from the world.
The man looked condescendingly at the simple bed in front of him. Feng Ling never lived with other people, but these days when he was sick, she slept on Dabin's bed casually.
"Feng Ling." He called her.
The person on the bed didn't move, covering himself with quilt as if he didn't hear.
Li Nanheng's eyes turned cold and he kicked his feet twice on the edge of the bed.
The man on the bed remained motionless.
Li Nanheng simply stretched out his hand to pull the quilt off her body, but found that the person inside was not sleeping, but was clinging to the corners of the quilt and refusing to let go.
The man narrowed his eyes coldly: "What are you doing? Why are you so crazy hiding under the quilt? Come out!"
The person under the quilt still doesn't come out, and the person inside is even holding on tighter.
Li Nanheng used his strength with a cold face and pulled away the quilt. At the same time, Feng Ling, who had been lying on the bed for three days, suddenly grabbed the pillow and threw it hard on his face.
Li Nanheng didn't check for a moment, and of course he didn't expect that she would suddenly hit the pillow. He was hit hard by the pillow. It didn't hurt, but the man's eyes instantly looked at her as if full of anger. The pillow was in front of him. Falling, directly to the ground.
The beds in this tent are all next to each other, like a big bunk bed. Feng Ling rolled from one bed to another, but next to her was the quilt of San Fatty. Even though San Fatty didn't usually take a shower, she still didn't want to lift it up. The quilt came to cover him, so he simply rolled all the way to a place three or four beds away, sat up and got out of bed without even looking at him.
Li Nanheng stood there and watched all her movements and the expression on her face, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "What are you doing?"
"Just stay in the tent when you wake up. Why come here and torment me when you have nothing to do?" Feng Ling put on her shoes and stood up. She wanted to go out, but her reason reminded her not to do this. She resisted and wanted to shoot her dead. She caught his impulse and looked directly at him.
For three whole days, she lay here for three whole days. Her body and mind finally gradually recovered, and she was no longer so sore. But her first time fell into the hands of this bastard after all. It hurt so much that she couldn't even bear it. For two days, she had nightmares about him going in and out of her body!
"They said you stayed up for several days to take care of me and fell ill. I just woke up last night and came over to see her when I had the strength to get out of bed this morning." The man looked at her angry face and left. He went over and was about to pull her hand over, but Feng Ling quickly avoided it without leaving any trace.
Seeing her suddenly rejecting him thousands of miles away, Li Nanheng walked directly to her and looked down at Feng Ling, whose eyes were full of coldness: "What's the matter with you? You're losing your temper like a woman. ? And you lost your temper without warning? Where did I provoke you again, huh? "
Feng Ling's expression froze, and he suddenly raised his eyes to look at him.
The man had really just recovered from a serious illness. His handsome and indifferent face looked a little thinner and a little pale. He stood in front of her and stared at her face, as if he wanted to see through her directly.
Feng Ling's heart suddenly skipped a beat.
Before she could speak, Li Nanheng narrowed his eyes coldly: "Because I fell into the ice cave that day and scared you?"
Feng Ling was silent for a moment: "No."
"Then what do you think of me?"
Feng Ling's fists were clenched at his sides.
He doesn't remember.
he does not know.
He didn't remember anything.
For a moment, I didn't know whether I should be happy or angry. Fortunately, her secret could still be kept, and she could continue to live in Base XI. She didn't have to be separated from these brothers or be kicked out.
What makes her angry is that this man didn't remember anything after he did that to her!
Feng Ling's heart had never been so complicated. She clenched her fingers tightly. When Li Nanheng noticed that her expression was abnormal and obviously worried, and leaned closer to look at her, she was about to take a step back. , but the man took the first step and directly held her chin.
As soon as his fingers touched her, Feng Ling's mind suddenly recalled the flames ignited by this man's hands on her body that night...
She trembled all over and wanted to retreat, but the man held her chin and looked into her eyes: "If you have something to say, just say it, don't hold it back."
She immediately turned her head away, then raised her hand and slapped his hand down: "No, I just don't feel well and don't want to deal with too many people and things. Since the boss has just recovered from his serious illness, he will go back to rest. No need. Come see me, I’m fine.”
"With such a haggard appearance, people who don't know better would think that you are the inhuman person who suffered from a high fever for six or seven days." Li Nanheng said coldly.
Feng Ling felt cold in his heart, who tortured me until I became less than a human being
She didn't explain, but asked after a moment: "Don't you remember that the third fat man gave you wine that night?"
Li Nanheng looked at her: "I don't remember. I'm so burned that I was fed alcohol. Do you think I'm a great god who can stay awake all the time? If I hadn't heard them mention it after I woke up, I probably wouldn't have known myself in this life. He was almost murdered with liquor while he was still ill.”
Feng Ling: "..."
Seeing her expression, Li Nanheng suddenly narrowed his deep black eyes: "Did something else happen the night I was drunk by the third fat man? Or was there some other reason? What's your expression?"
"No." Feng Ling raised her eyes and looked at him. His eyes were calm and confused, but her eyes couldn't be so calm for a while. They only looked at each other and quickly looked away.
Seeing Feng Ling's sudden expression and attitude, Li Nanheng's face remained calm, but he clearly sensed that something was wrong.
Did something happen that night that he didn't know about