Feng Ling immediately shrank backwards. She no longer cared if he was intoxicated or affected by the fever, or if his wrist was still injured. She began to struggle with all her might.
However, the man was now holding her down with even more strength. He lowered his head, causing his short hair to brush against her collarbones. The itchy sensation immediately left Feng Ling trembling.
He moved his teeth firmly and quickly, and the sensation left Feng Ling feeling as though her mind has exploded.
"Li Nanheng!" She was worried about alarming the people in the other tent and could only lower her voice to warn him: "Don't go out of line!"
Li Nanheng appeared not to have heard anything. His teeth and hand were extremely cooperative, and he easily opened up her clothes fully.
