Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Li Nanheng turned his head away and did not look at her. However, the instant he heard her footsteps going away, his eyes flashed coldly. He reached out and caught her wrist. Feng Ling was caught unaware and completely defenseless as he hauled her back with a harsh force she had never seen him use before.

Feng Ling stumbled, and out of habit, her body shifted to fall back into the man’s embrace. She quickly reacted and stretched her palms out to push him away, mindless of the wound on his arm.

Amidst the push and pull, her sleeves were almost torn apart. The man easily overpowered her when it came to height and strength. He effortlessly caught the wrist she had thrown forward, and upon meeting her angered gaze, he abruptly shifted his arm and threw her harshly toward the bed.

Feng Ling was thrown backward by his sudden force and could not help but stumble several steps backward before falling back onto the bed.

She frantically rushed to sit up when the man suddenly pressed close. He caught both her wrists and pushed her back, pressing her down.

The instant her body was held down, Feng Ling began to struggle. She glared up at the man. “Let go!”

Li Nanheng stared at her with his ink-black eyes. Instead of letting go, he shifted his grip upwards and held her hands firmly.

Feng Ling was angered as she raised her voice. “Let me go!”

She struggled with all her might under him. Since she couldn’t move her hands, she could only kick her feet forward. Her relentless, disobedient movements caused the man to furrow his brows slightly as he sucked in a cold breath. He abruptly spoke hoarsely, “Stop moving!”

The change in his tone caused Feng Ling to swerve her eyes onto his expression. The man’s gaze was dark and distant. She wanted to demand him to let go when she abruptly noticed that there seemed to be something pressing against her thigh, and the sensation was gradually becoming firmer…

She could not comprehend what was going on as she glared down at her legs in discomfort. The man continued her wrists down firmly. His heavy gaze seemed to be concealing a hint of danger.

“Boss,” Feng Ling stared at the man above her and shifted again. She quickly ran through the possible ways to escape. Since she couldn’t fight him with force, she decided to attempt the soft method. Her voice was begging and urgent as she spoke: “Can you let me go? I know I’m wrong. I won’t ever harbor thoughts of getting you drunk again. I swear I won’t… Uu…”

The man abruptly leaned down, and without any hesitation, he sealed her talkative lips shut. As she stiffened and began to struggle again, he shifted one of his hands down to grip her chin firmly. Feng Ling’s breath had turned frantic when he forced her teeth apart to deepen the kiss.

One of Feng Ling’s hands had been released, but despite so, she could not push the man away. Her struggle instead provoked the man’s breathing to become rough. He deepened their kiss, and when Feng Ling tried to bite him, he took advantage of her movement to entwine their tongues together. He explored her mouth deeply, leaving her without any strength to bite him. The deep kiss made her feel as though she had been electrocuted; her body shivered harshly.

The harder she tried to struggle, the harsher Li Nanheng held her down. Amidst her movements, he abruptly released her lips and shifted her wrists above her head, holding her down with one hand.

“Li Nanheng, you-”

“Stop moving. If you move again, I’ll skin you alive right now!” The man gritted his teeth. His tone was husky and seductive, overbearing, and fierce. As Feng Ling glared at him in rage, he leaned down and held her chin to kiss her fiercely once more.

“Mm… uu…” Both of Feng Ling’s legs were held down by him. Her arms were also pressed above her head. All of the stamina and moves he had instilled in her body seemed to have vanished into air. No matter how much force she used or what move she attempted, they were all futile. After several minutes, all she could feel was the faint taste of alcohol mingling in their lips, and the man’s heavy presence. He invaded her lips and destroyed all of her composure.

Due to her struggles, Feng Ling’s neck had begun to turn red from the lack of air. Li Nanheng paused in his movements slightly and sucked her lips softly before speaking huskily against her lips: “Don’t hold your breath.”

Feng Ling opened her mouth and took in a deep breath. The man watched her rare, obedient behavior and her reddened cheeks. He could not resist the urge as he leaned down to kiss her once more.

Feng Ling, who was held firmly down, widened her eyes. She finally found the opportunity to bite down, but even though the taste of blood spread to her tongue, the man appeared not to have felt any pain. His kiss only turned harsher as their breaths mingled together. It was no longer clear who had bitten who. The taste of blood mixed with the remaining hint of alcohol, causing Feng Ling to gradually lose control.

After struggling for a few more moments, Feng Ling abruptly froze. Earlier, she could not process fully, but after dressing as a man for so long, she was no longer as clueless on the difference between a man and a woman.

That was…

Her cheeks were no longer flushed due to the lack of air; instead, they were burning red. She immediately ceased all of her struggles, but as she finally stopped resisting, all she could focus on was the sensation of the man’s movement against her tongue. It felt as though she had melted as a numb sensation spread across her limbs; it was even more pronounced than that night at the bar…

As she finally stopped struggling, the man’s movement gradually became patient and gentle. However, he understood that Feng Ling wouldn’t possibly give in so easily, and he kept a firm grip on both her wrists, holding her waist tightly with his other arm. It was as though he was quenching a thirst he had harbored for too long. He felt that if he kissed her any further, he would end up eating Feng Ling up.

He sucked her lips gently before leaning his head down. He pecked the corner of her lips, her chin, and her neck before finally settling on her collarbone. He could feel her body becoming tense from his movements, and he finally closed his eyes, pressing his head against her neck.

“Boss, are you done losing your mind? You…” Feng Ling stabilized her breathing. Her eyes were slightly red, and her voice was extremely hoarse: “Can you let me go now?”

Right after she spoke, the man released her hands. However, before she could move, he abruptly brought her hands up onto his body, shifting it down. Feng Ling jumped and frantically tried to pull her hands back, but he firmly shifted her down-