Feng Ling was still reeling from the pain. The man gave her some time to adjust and did not move. However, he suddenly held her face and gave her a few fierce kisses. He then leaned close to her ear to whisper huskily: "You sure hid it well, ah. You were mine long ago, en?"
Feng Ling's heart skipped a bit. She lifted her head and saw from the man's darkened gaze that his mood was especially good. She wanted to speak but her lips were immediately sealed again…
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Pain.
This pain was really beyond ordinary.
Feng Ling even felt the urge to kill someone. Previously, on that snow mountain, he had been dazed from his fever. Fattie had also fed him a lot of alcohol and left him completely unconscious. There was no way he could have paid attention to her condition. Back then, the pain had left her wanting to end his life with a gun.
Just as it did right now.
