บท 1245: The Story of Ling and Heng (508)

Feng Ling nodded and felt that he made sense. She asked, "Then what should I do now? There are still several hours before lunch. I don't have to boil water or cook right now. Can you teach me how to use these tools? Let me help you?"

Li Nanheng stopped what he was doing and glanced at her. He saw Feng Ling sitting on the small stool in the room, looking at him with her chin resting on her hand.

He sighed and smiled. "I don't need your help. If there's really nothing to do, why don't you dance for me?"

Feng Ling: "… "

The man raised his brows. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Feng Ling put down her hand under her chin and said with a fierce expression, "I won't."

He smiled. "Oh, right, you really don't know how."

Feng Ling: "… "

"Then why don't you practice a set of punches, or the basic movements of close combat in the base? It'll look good. Why don't you play a set?"

"No."

"If you know this, why not?"