Seeing that he had no reaction being patted by her, Feng Ling approached him, looked at his face, and called his name while patting his face.
The man's quietly closed eyes twitched slightly, so did his fingers on his leg, as if giving her a response.
Seeing this, for some reason, Feng Ling almost burst into tears. She looked at his face and said in a low voice, "Hold it. Don't sleep, OK? Please, I beg you!"
The man slightly opened his eyes to look at her, seeming to be too feeble to smile, and said in a very small voice, "How will you beg me?"
Feng Ling didn't get what he meant and just looked at him. "Huh?"
What a silly girl. She seemed always unable to get his meaning.
Li Nanheng sighed and smiled, slowly raised his hand, and tapped his own face with his finger. "Kiss me."
Although his face was pale and his voice was weak, he looked so attractive, and Feng Ling felt her heart skip a beat.
