The Story of Ling and Heng

Chapter 106-110

Chapter 843: The Story of Ling and Heng (106)

The man abruptly bent down. Feng Ling's eyes widened. The numb sensation on her lips and the unhesitating, overbearing kiss caused Feng Ling to stiffen. Her palms pressed painfully against the cold wall behind her.

The man took advantage of her dazed state and forced her teeth apart, ruthlessly kissing into her lips. The abrupt, intense kiss caused her body to tremble. She raised her hands subconsciously to push him away but was instead held even tighter into the man's embrace. He pressed her deeper against the wall, closing the gap between their bodies completely. In an instant, it seemed like he had stolen all of her air.

Around ten seconds later, the footsteps gradually approached. Feng Ling raised her eyes to stare at the man whose breath was deeply intertwined with hers.

Li Nanheng's expression was unchanged. Feng Ling maintained the awareness that they were engaged in a mission, but her emotions had grown slightly flustered due to his sudden kiss. He did not give her any time for thought. He held her cheek firmly in his palm and bent closer to continue their intimate kiss.

The footsteps slowly approached. Li Nanheng warned her with his gaze—don't move.

Feng Ling completely did not expect he would come up to rescue her in such a manner. She naturally did not move. After all, she was still holding onto her awareness. However, she was barely holding onto her control. As the man's warm, soft lips pressed against her and their tongues deeply intertwined, she felt as though she had been doused in burning, hot water. From head to toe, all of her limbs were burning. Her palms remained pressed against the wall as though they had been frozen; she could not move them.

"Are David and the rest still in the private room?" The footsteps approached Nanheng's back. Several of the terrorist members who had just rushed back approached and scanned the people dancing. They were about to head into the private room when they abruptly noticed that, in the corridor ahead, a couple was kissing deeply. From this angle, they could only see that the woman being kissed was very thin. She seemed to be passively receiving the man's forceful kiss. The man on the other hand was dressed in a black dress shirt. He was tall and broad-shouldered, drawing eyes toward his good figure.

"They should still be. The promised time is 8:30 p.m. We're almost late by an hour. They should still be waiting for us to plan this week's operation." The other person whispered back in their group: "Recently, the bar's business has been especially good. There are too many people coming in and out. We need to be warier. Don't let them notice anything amiss."

"The people who come to bars to drink and look for women are all garbage, small fries. What's the point of being on guard against them?" the man leading the group spoke with a cold expression as he quickly walked past the couple kissing against the wall.

The group of more than ten could not help looking at the couple.

The instant their gaze shifted toward the couple, Li Nanheng directly pushed aside the straps of Feng Ling's dress. He continued pressing her tightly against the wall. Although only her shoulders were revealed, the people watching could not help but feel that the two were deeply immersed in their passion. It was as though they were truly acting out their desires intimately; they did not seem unnatural whatsoever.

As most of the gaze was concentrated on Li Nanheng's back, Feng Ling finally became enlightened. She lifted her originally stiff arms and reached forward to embrace the man's waist tightly. At the same time, as though she had lost control of her passion, she tugged his shirt out of his pants. Her hands reached into his shirt, mapping out his firm, well-crafted muscles messily.