When Li Nanheng led Feng Ling back, he found that the little woman didn't look drunk when she was walking, having no difference from when she was sober. If it weren't for the fact that she was strangely obedient now, he would suspect that she was not drunk at all.
From what she knew of him, when she was sober, she would never agree to hold hands with him in public in the camp, let alone be so calm to him after being pissed off by him a few days ago.
Before walking into her room, Li Nanheng held her little hand and asked as he walked, "Feng Ling, may I ask you a question?"
"Yes?"
"Do you like me?"
"Yes."
The man instantly grinned with joy and his mood was so good that he felt as if he was floating in the air. He held back his smile and continued to ask, "How much do you like me?"
"Very much."
"Have you ever felt the same for other men?"
"No."
