Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Feng Ling stood outside the door and did not leave. Her hearing was very good, and she could hear the suppressed coughs and vomiting sounds.

Until she seemed to hear Carrie whisper, “Why is there so much blood again…”

Feng Ling suddenly stepped forward and pushed the door with force twice. She did not push it open and endured it. She did not do anything to this Carrie on Granny Mai’s account, but now she could not care so much. She raised her leg and kicked hard against the door. After two consecutive kicks, the door cracked open, and the lock in the middle cracked.

Before Carrie could help Li Nanheng back to the bed, she heard a loud noise behind her. She turned around to see that the woman had actually kicked the door open and walked in quickly.

“What are you doing…”

Before she could finish speaking, the man who Carrie supported was directly pulled away from her. Li Nanheng coughed until he could not stand properly. His clothes and chest were covered in blood. His chin was covered in blood, and he could barely open his eyes. Feng Ling tugged him over with force, and his tall and thin body slammed into her.

He paused. He could not open his eyes but seemed to know something. He struggled weakly. Feng Ling held him back with force and turned to look at Carrie. “Call the doctor over. Do you really want him to die here?”

Carrie was stunned. When she looked at Feng Ling’s eyes, she felt that the force was too strong for her to resist. Although she was very confident in her medical skills, when she looked at Li Nanheng’s current state, she pursed her lips, turned around, and rushed out.

Seeing that Carrie was finally willing to call the doctor, Feng Ling first took a look at the environment in the room. It was very clean, but from the door to the ground here, there were two large pools of blood spat out by Li Nanheng. Although the room’s lights were not incredibly bright, it was enough for her to see everything clearly.

She helped Li Nanheng onto the bed and rushed to wipe the blood off his chin with a towel. The man slowly opened his eyes and seemed to be having some difficulty breathing. His eyes were still unfocused. He slowly raised his hand and tried to push her hand away, but Feng Ling held him down and pressed the towel firmly against his chin. She said sternly, “Don’t move!”

The man furrowed his brows imperceptibly, but he was so tired that he could not speak. He was also uncomfortable to the point where he could only swallow the bloody smell he wanted to spit out. He endured it, but it was not difficult to tell that he was uncomfortable right now.

“Li Nanheng, if you dare to die, I’ll immediately take out my gun and shoot myself in the head. All of the important things in my life have been entangled with you since I was young. If you dare to dump me, even if we go to hell, you can’t shake me off!” Feng Ling said as she pressed down on his shoulder with force and quickly wiped away the blood.

She felt that although the man’s hand only struggled for a moment, it did not move again. She did not know if it was because he did not have the strength or because of her words.

But at the very least, he could not defeat her now. It was difficult for him even to stand up. His usual arrogance in front of her was gone. What could he use to fight with her?

She then wiped away the blood on his body and looked at the cotton fabric in front of his chest dyed red with blood. Right now, Feng Ling’s heart had become especially calm after several days of torture. Even if the man she had been searching for so long was likely to die in front of her, she had to remain calm.

“Why did you cough up blood? Did your internal organs get injured? Where were you when the explosion occurred? Were you affected by the explosion or were you directly thrown into the water?” Feng Ling asked as she tugged at his clothes.

Li Nanheng was indeed powerless to resist. Even though he knew what she was doing, he could only raise his hand and weakly place it on his lap.

The man’s clothes, which were stained with blood, had just been slightly torn apart. She saw that his skin, which was supposed to be clean and firm, was covered in large and small wounds. There were not many burns, but most of them seemed to have been from a fall or a scratch. There was a large bruise on his chest. She did not know if it was because of external wounds, internal organs, or chemical poisoning. She was not a doctor, but looking at him like this, she knew that he would really lose his life if he continued delaying.

Looking at the wounds, Feng Ling gritted her teeth and tugged open his sleeves. She saw the scars on his arms and the swelling that seemed to have been soaked in water a few days ago.

It was impossible to imagine how he had managed to survive this great calamity.

She could not imagine what sort of mental blow and torture he suffered when he opened his eyes but could not see anything.

Earlier, she was still angry and resentful, but right now, she could no longer hate him.

If it had been her, she would have chosen to die quietly on her own. She would not want anyone to see her like this, which would cause others to feel sad and heartache.

She held onto his arm tightly, forcing back the tears in her eyes. She put down his sleeve and tidied his bloodstained clothes. Seeing that he could not even sit by the bedside, she quickly helped him to lie down.

When he laid down, the man frowned. She paused and slowed down a little. At the same time, she whispered, “Did I hurt you?”

The man closed his eyes and did not say anything; he did not nod or shake his head.

After covering him with the blanket, she squatted down by the bed and looked closely at the thin, pale man lying on the bed with his eyes closed. The last time she saw him was in Mr. Mike’s resort. He even coaxed her to drink. He was still the same Li Nanheng who was determined to win her over.

However, Li Nanheng had lost so much weight in just a few days. He was so haggard and pale that she almost could not recognize him, especially when it came to his attitude toward her.

He used to be a man who would always be overbearing and patient when she was angry and ignored him.

At this moment, she had never seen him so haggard and weak. It was so… rare… for him to need her protection. This was different from when he had been injured because of a mission.

He was already avoiding her.

“Li Nanheng, listen.” Feng Ling squatted by the bed and looked at his face. She raised her hand to gently stroke the stubble around his chin. “You’re a man. You have to keep your word. If I lose, you have to marry me.”

Seeing that he did not speak, nor did he turn his head, nor did he react, Feng Ling could not tell if she was comforting or mocking him: “I didn’t expect that a man like you, whose heart is thicker than a mountain and bigger than the sea, would actually feel inferior. So what if you can’t see? Isn’t your face still intact? Can’t you rely on your face to eat? Why are you hiding?”