MY MASTER'S KISS, VOLUME 5 - Season 9 Episode 67

“Li Nanheng, what are you trying to do!” Feng Ling struggled against his grip.

Mad, he must have gone mad!

She glared at him with reddened eyes; Feng Ling felt like she was about to combust from the heat in her body.

“Li Nanheng, let go! Let go of me!” Feng Ling began struggling with all her might again. Even though she could not move her limbs, she refused to cooperate. Her body shifted relentlessly.

All of a sudden, her fingers shrunk back. She stared at him in disbelief: “Li Nanheng, let go… Uu-”

The man stared at her with darkened, heavy eyes. He bent down and kissed her. After a long moment of intimacy, enduring through the multiple bites Feng Ling gave him, he finally bit back against her tongue in punishment. The ache caused Feng Ling to tremble. She abruptly lost all of her strength as she melted, as though her acupuncture point had been struck.

Li Nanheng’s breath was slightly rough. He released her lips and spoke lowly with a husky voice: “This is the consequence of moving around so much. If you dare to move again, it won’t be just your hands.”

Due to a combination of her anger, the circumstances, and the forceful kiss, Feng Ling was slightly breathless. She gritted her teeth and spoke harshly: “We’re both men. What more can we do? Li Nanheng, don’t think that you can do as you please because you’re the person-in-charge of this base! Let go of me!”

The man saw that her cheeks were flushed from her anger and chuckled lowly. “Who says that I can’t do anything to you just because we’re both men? If I want you, there are more than enough ways for me to do it.”

Feng Ling lifted her legs in anger to kick him aside but was instantly pressed down by his legs.

If this went on any further, she feared he would discover that she was a woman.

In a fit of anger, Feng Ling abruptly lifted her head and bit down harshly against his shoulder. After a long moment, the man did not even frown. His lack of response frustrated her into pinching the recovering wound on his arms. When she saw that he still did not respond, she gripped his injured wrist tightly. He was still unmoved.

“Li Nanheng!” She gritted her teeth. “What will it take for you to give up?”

A sharp pain came from his arm. However, the man only glanced at the wound that was about to bleed from her force. He did not make any move to back away or avoid her, and only lifted one corner of his lips. He pressed close to her ear to whisper softly and huskily: “You sure are ruthless. Even though you know that that’s my weakest point right now, you still chose to attack me. What is it? After a few kisses, you’re treating me as if I’m the enemy you met on a mission? You won’t spare any thought for my feelings?”

“How is this a few kisses? You’re clearly…” Her anger-filled voice was abruptly cut off. She stared with some shock and fright as the man pressed close once more. This time, he did not kiss her. However, there was only half an inch of distance between their lips.

The man’s face was right before her eyes. His ink-black eyes seemed completely impenetrable. Feng Ling’s lips trembled slightly. She curled her hands, which he had held down by her sides, into tight fists but could not struggle out of his grip.

The fragrant scent on the young man’s body reminded him of a girl. Li Nanheng watched as his complexion changed from pale to red and back to pink. Looking at his flushed ears and neck, Li Nanheng’s gaze gradually deepened.

“If you don’t want me to touch you, stop moving. Otherwise, I’m afraid it’ll be difficult for me to control myself right now.” Li Nanheng watched her shining, enraged gaze. When she finally stopped struggling and held herself stiffly still, he released a long breath and released her limbs. He then got off the bed to back away.

The instant she regained her freedom, Feng Ling quickly rolled against the bed to push herself to the side. She lifted her hands and readjusted her messy clothes. When she turned back to look at the man by the bedside, her gaze contained hatred and anger.

“Don’t look at me like that. You haven’t escaped my space. Continued glaring at me if you’re unafraid of death.” The man glanced at her indifferently and abruptly took off his white vest.

The instant his bare chest was revealed, Feng Ling’s body covered in goosebumps. She did not have the spare time to admire the man’s perfect figure as she immediately stood up from the bed.

Li Nanheng only glanced mildly at her expression of a small creature backed into the corner. He tossed aside his white vest and turned around to enter his bathroom.

Finally, when she heard the noise of the shower, Feng Ling, who had been tensed and wary, relaxed. She did not pause to consider anything, and she spun around to rush out of the room. The door slammed close with a loud noise.

Hearing this, Li Nanheng stood under the cold water with both his palms pressed against the wall. Despite the ice-cold water, the heat in his body seemed to be rising steadily.

When he closed his eyes, he could still see Feng Ling’s flushed face under him. He could even see her beautiful, rose-dyed neck.

Earlier, for an instant, his mind had briefly entertained the thought of harshly bullying this typically composed and well-trained, yet at times silly and oblivious guy: When his beautiful white complexion had been bloody red, and his typically apathetic expression had turned flustered, and when he had lost his composure underneath him, and his eyes began to turn wet.

Li Nanheng furrowed his brows and closed his eyes, cursing internally.

Fuck. In the past, he never thought he had any psychological problems.

However, even he felt that his earlier thoughts were far too problematic. Even if Feng Ling wasn’t a boy, he was unwilling…

After more than ten minutes of a cold shower, the burning desire did not fade away. Instead, his body turned numb from the cold. The man turned off the shower and wrapped a towel around his lower body. He turned around and stepped out.

The room was empty. All that was left was a slightly disheveled bed and a table of cold dishes.

Li Nanheng lit a cigarette with a heavy expression. After sucking the cigarette once, he did not continue. He moved toward his windows and noticed the balcony next door; the lights were not turned off.

It was likely that Feng Ling had truly been frightened by him. He did not even remember to turn on his lights after returning.

The man stood before his windows and stared at the next-door balcony for half a beat. He only returned to himself when a spark from the cigarette burned him. He carelessly snubbed it out against an ashtray and turned to look at the table of dishes.