บท 1378: The Story of Ling and Heng (641)

The sensation on his lips was warm and familiar. It was unbelievably soft. She had never taken the initiative before. It was as though he was as strong and unyielding as before. She held onto his collar and deepened it.

Finally, when almost half of Feng Ling's body leaned against the bed, she decided to press her body against his. If it weren't for the fact that his wounds had mostly healed but were unable to bear any weight, for the time being, she might have pressed him down on the bed.

Feng Ling did not say a single word. After entering, she kissed him for a long time. After perhaps three minutes? Or maybe five minutes? She slowly moved her lips away from his cold lips, which were gradually warming up. However, she did not move away from him. Her hand was still holding onto his collar. She lowered her eyes to look at Li Nanheng, who sat motionless on the bed with his eyes covered. Right now, his expression was calm.