Feng Ling found that he was really powerless to resist. Even if he had the strength, as long as he looked at Li Nanheng, his whole body became much softer.

The scene of this man covered in blood when he was at Gorejing Farm is still vivid in my mind. Now he is finally in front of her, the wounds everywhere on her body have healed and can be seen with his eyes.

Her heart moved. When the man focused on untiing the two of them, he raised his hand and touched the corner of his eyes, then slowly stroked the corner of his eyes to his brow bones, and then went down little by little, stroking his eyelids.

The man said nothing, just because of her movement, he directly pinched her hand and kissed her back and palms and fingers. The kiss was very hot, but gentle. Finally, he bit her fingertips and said hoarsely: "Fool, come back to your senses, you are not dreaming."

Feng Ling suddenly came back to his senses and met his sight. The man bowed his head and kissed her between her eyebrows. His actions did not stop and directly removed all the obstacles on both of them.

Li Nanheng sighed as if satisfied.

All night, Feng Ling's dress was torn to pieces at the beginning and was thrown to the ground. From time to time, there were frequent shaking sounds on the bed, and sometimes there were men's breathing and women's humming...

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Two consecutive days.

Feng Ling couldn't believe it.

She was actually tied to the bed by Li Nanheng for two days!

He continued when he was full, and he had to continue after taking a shower. Even if she was so tired that she wanted to sleep on her back, he could continue!

After two days, Ren Shifeng Ling's physical strength was still full of stars. He couldn't beat him several times. In the end, he didn't know whether he had died of sleep or was so tired that he fainted. In short, he refused to move anymore.

It was not until noon two days later that Feng Ling raised his head in the quilt. Seeing that Li Nanheng was not in the bedroom, he quickly sat up from the bed, but found that his clothes were not in the bedroom, so he had to get up wrapped in the quilt, pull open the cabinet in the bedroom to find clothes, and then when he walked out of the bedroom, he felt a little weak in his hands and feet.

When I went out, I noticed that the light in the living room was also a little dim. Because the light was not turned on, I looked out in a blink of an eye and it was raining outside.

This kind of weather is lazy and there is no need to go out. She rubbed her messy hair and turned around and was about to pour herself a glass of water when she suddenly heard a "ding" sound from the kitchen.

Then the tall and tall man walked out of the kitchen door, holding a glass of milk that had just been hot in his hand: "Come here, drink a glass of milk."

Feng Ling didn't know how long she had slept, but it must have been more than ten hours. Her stomach was empty at this moment. In addition, due to the weather, she felt a little cold inexplicably. When she saw the milk in his hand, she walked over and took it and took a sip.

It was still a bit hot, so she moved the glass a little and wanted to wait a while before drinking. At the same time, she looked at the man who was in a very good spirit, clean and clean, and clean, and met his gaze.

"Li Nanheng, it is indeed worth celebrating when your eyes are well, but the way you celebrate is too unreasonable. The days ahead will be long. Do you have to spend two days killing me?" She turned around holding the milk cup while complaining.

As a result, the man smiled and took her back to her arms with a smile. At the same time, he raised his hand to help her stabilize the glass that was almost falling from her hand, lowered his head and kissed her on the cheek: "I'm proving myself to prove that I shouldn't hurt at all. Your man is your man after all. Whether you can see it or can't see it, you can only lie down on your face."

Feng Ling's temples were all jumping because of his words.

She had really given him a cold for too long before. This man always had a strong desire to conquer her, especially in bed. He definitely did not give her some face like he usually did. It was definitely the angle of conquest and being conquered.

Feng Ling lied slightly to avoid his kiss at the beginning, but the man did not let her go, kissed her on the face a few more times, and finally stood there and hugged her, and at the same time kissed her in her ear: "I haven't seen each other for a few months, and my wife has become beautiful again."

Feng Ling: "...can it be less so sour?"

"Your attitude towards me now is much better than when I was in Washington." The man kissed her hairline lightly: "Do you know mine now?"

This narcissistic man.

Feng Ling turned around and was about to say something about him, but the man pressed it back to the wall. He held the back of her neck and kissed her very long and deeper. Until Feng Ling was kissed, he was afraid that he would throw her back to the bed and do it again, so he quickly struggled and said, "Milk...the milk is going to cool down."

The man then let go of her and touched the cup in her hand at the same time: "It's still a little hot, drink it slowly."

Feng Ling responded in a hurry, quickly retreated from his arms, and stood by and drank milk.

She used to not like drinking this thing very much, but after returning to Feng's house, the servant always asked her to drink a glass before and after bed. Later, she gradually got used to it. Now she would drink it occasionally. Li Nanheng would occasionally ask her to drink more milk when her eyes were invisible. She is indeed not very repulsive of the taste of milk, but she likes it quite a bit.

Drinking a glass of milk, she looked at the hollow cup in her hand, and asked, "You can see it with your eyes. Do the old men of the Li family know about this?"

"They haven't been notified yet. If they know now, they will probably tie the two of us back to get married and have children within 24 hours."

Feng Ling: "..."

"I really want to get married on the spot, but I can't let you down. I always have to find a good place and hold the wedding grandly. You have suffered enough grievances since childhood. I don't want to give you such a big regret when you get married." The man said, stretching out his long arms, rubbing his hands between the hair above her head, and glanced at her again: "It's really different to rub long hair when it's short."

"What's the difference?" Before Feng Ling could come back to his senses from what he said or what was grand and what was going on at the wedding, he was attracted by his words.

"When you feel short hair, you feel very obedient. You always want to hold you in your arms and kiss and coax it." He touched her hair again, then looked at her meaningfully, and said, "When you feel long hair, you really want to throw you back to the bed, and have another two days and two nights - hiss! Ah, just hit it gently!"

Li Nanheng, who was suddenly slapped by Feng Ling, turned his face blue: "I am still a wounded person, are you doing this so severely?"

Feng Ling put the milk cup on the coffee table with expressionless face: "What are the injuries? Go brush the cup!"
Chapter completed!