Li Nanheng really liked the drunk Feng Ling too much.
As soon as she got drunk, all of the difficulties Li Nanheng had faced in the past few years were swept away. It was as though he had found a place to vent all of his pent-up energy.
He looked at Feng Ling, who was humbly receiving his teachings, and pointed at his own heart. "I'm a man, holding a heart in front of you. I'm so sincere and enthusiastic, but what did you do to me? Don't you know in your heart?"
Feng Ling nodded.
Did she nod because she knew what she was doing?
If she really knew her limits, would she still treat him like this?
Li Nanheng glanced at her. "Did you understand what I just said?"
Feng Ling nodded, paused, and then shook her head.
Li Nanheng :"…"
He knew it.
