However, before kissing her, at such a close distance, Li Nanheng suddenly fell into a trance.
Looking at Feng Ling's face and her lips in such a short distance… such a kissing angle…
Some strange images suddenly flashed in his mind.
Those images weren't like scenes experienced in dreams, but like what happened in reality. When did he push her down on this bed? When did he kiss her on this bed?
But the scene that popped up in his mind made him stare at Feng Ling's face deeply.
Since coming to the Rogers Pass, although he had not concealed his feelings for Feng Ling, he had never made any harassment or other actions that she didn't like.
After all, after he kissed her at the base that night, she pointed a gun at him the next day. He was not so horny as to do something that she resisted.
But those images couldn't come from anywhere.
