She stood by the sofa for a while and saw him leaning on it like this. After thinking about it, she simply went back to the bedroom to get a thin blanket and gently covered the man's body.
Li Nanheng had no reaction with her eyes closed, so she sat directly on the carpet in front of the sofa, looked up at the man who seemed to have something on his mind, and asked: "Boss, are you in a bad mood?"
The man didn't respond.
"Are you worried about something?"
He still didn't speak.
Feng Ling wondered, could he have a headache and discomfort because of drinking
Just as he was about to get up and try to see if he should go behind the sofa and pat his head, the man's voice suddenly sounded hoarse: "Feng Ling, do you like me?"
The girl sitting on the ground still had hickeys on her neck from the kiss he had just given. Although her clothes had been tidied up, it could still be seen that they were a bit messy.
She hugged her knees and sat on the carpet, her posture unchanged, just looking at him.
The man lowered his head that was leaning on the back of the sofa and looked at the girl sitting on the carpet: "Answer."
You could see the coldness and seriousness in his eyes, and Feng Ling felt inexplicably that his answer seemed to be very important to him.
She couldn't answer randomly.
So he thought for a while and then said: "Boss, I don't know much about emotions, but based on my feelings about you and other men for so long, I feel that I don't feel much rejection when I am with you."
Li Nanheng still looked at her expressionlessly: "Don't give so many reasons. I just ask you, do you like it or not?"
Feng Ling looked into his eyes and nodded slowly: "I like it."
There was a hint of emotion in the man's slightly cold gaze. Sitting on the sofa like this, he threw away the thin blanket on his body, lowered his head, raised her chin and kissed her directly on the lips.
The kiss was gentle, but it also touched the tip of the tongue, until Feng Ling was a little confused and wanted to express her feelings. When she was trying to respond, the man suddenly stopped because of her response. He had just taken a cold shower and calmed down a little. His eyes turned dark again. He let go of her lips, pressed his forehead against hers, and said hoarsely: "You are not even eighteen years old, you are still a child. If you like me, can you wait? Wait for me? When you are twenty years old, I will marry you as Mrs. Li, okay? "
Feng Ling had no idea about marriage, and had never even thought about it.
The words Mrs. Li are also very unfamiliar to her.
But she was inexplicably yearning for it.
So looking at the man's face close at hand, he nodded slowly: "Yes."
"Wait for me for three years." The man's voice was so hoarse that it was almost inaudible.
She still nodded obediently: "Yes."
"Do you want to go back to the base? Continue to pretend to be a man and live in the base, and live the life you want, at least for these three years. If you want to go back to the base to continue, I can help you do it." The man pressed her lips against hers. : "Want to go back?"
Feng Ling answered without hesitation: "I think so."
Suddenly, a man's hand gently caressed his head.
He stepped back and looked at her with gentle and distressed eyes: "In the past three years, you will return to the base to continue to find your sense of belonging. We will return to the sniper team to train as before. As for your gender, Only I know, no one else will know, huh?"
Feng Ling didn't quite understand why he suddenly allowed her to return to the base, and why he suddenly said that he would let her continue to live the life she wanted in the base for the past three years.
It was obvious that he wanted to hide her outside the base before, and he didn't want her to go back to the base and continue to hang out with those men, right
But it's certainly a good thing to be able to return to the base, and it's even better to be able to return to the original state. She nodded: "Okay."
Seeing her obedient look, Li Nanheng stared at her face: "Don't you ask me why?"
"Don't ask, everything the boss arranges for me must be for my own good. And boss, you are a person who doesn't like to explain too much to others. You have your reasons for your decisions. I am a member of the XI base and obey all orders. It's all our own responsibility, and I'm the boss you like, so you won't hurt me, I believe you." Feng Ling answered sincerely.
Li Nanheng looked at her like this for a long time, then suddenly raised his lips: "I have one more request."
"What?"
"After you return to the base, you move from the room next door to live with me? You also know that the bed in my room is quite big."
Feng Ling: "..."
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After confirming that Feng Ling's arm was recovering very well, as long as he tried to rest the snake-bitten arm during daily training and went to the infirmary to see Dr. Wen for arm massage, there would be no problem. Ling was finally allowed to pack his bags and set off back to base.
It seems that since she was injured in the military last time, until now, she has not officially returned to the base for at least three months, and has not received training for such a long time.
The sniper team had a new instructor due to Qiao Fei's departure. Li Mianheng was still the chief instructor. The new assistant instructor's surname was Shen. It was said that he was transferred from the elite team. He was not very tall and did not look very good-looking. , in short, not as good-looking as Qiao Fei.
You don't need to guess what Li Nanheng's intention was in transferring such a person to be an assistant instructor.
He really didn't even give her a chance to be distracted.
During the training break, Ah K sat next to Feng Ling and asked her: "Your hair has grown almost below your ears. You never had the chance to shave your head when you were outside? In the past, your hair was not flat like ours in the base." , but it’s never been this long, what’s wrong? Your arm still hurts, is it inconvenient? Do you want you to go to my place tonight and I can shave your hair for you?”
Just as Feng Ling was about to speak, Li Nanheng, who was passing by, turned back and said coldly: "Why shave? No shaving!"
Feng Ling: "..."
Ah K turned around and looked at him in confusion: "Boss, I just said that Feng Ling's hair is too long..."
"Is it long? Isn't it very popular this year? The Beatles-like hair outside is getting longer than the last one. Aren't they no different from other men?" Li Nanheng said with an expressionless expression.
Ah K: "...Is it popular this year for men to grow their hair a little longer? Is it too late for me to grow it longer now?"
Feng Ling: "..."
Li Nanheng glanced at him indifferently and said coldly: "If you are not afraid of scaring the little girl outside to death, then you can stay."
"Why? Boss, why do you think Feng Ling's hair looks better if it's longer, but I think if it's longer, it'll scare people to death? I also have very regular facial features, so that's a good thing!" Ah K was unconvinced.
Li Nanheng first glanced at Feng Ling's face appreciatively and meaningfully, then glanced at Ah K with a look of disgust, turned around and walked away.
Ah K: "Boss, you are too partial. Be careful that I spread the news about the last time I went to Feng Ling and found you in her room!"
Feng Ling: "..."