Such a noise caused the originally composed man to tighten his chin. As he watched her, the atmosphere seemed to hint that the peace and quiet was about to be broken. This sense of suppression attacked Feng Ling and she instinctively attempted to open her eyes. However, she could only do so slightly. She watched the man in slight confusion.
Due to his desire, Li Nanheng's expression appeared even darker. He stood before the room lights and his shadow cast itself over her face.
"You're still not awake?" the man asked softly. His voice was deep, low, and slightly husky.
Feng Ling only watched him. She slowly and gradually blinked a few times.
She watched the man's deep gaze without moving her eyes away.
"Do you remember where you are? Do you know who I am? Have you recalled your own circumstances?" The man watched her meaningfully. His narrowed eyes seemed to contain light; it was unbelievably sharp.
