Chapter 84 - 84 Love but hate all sudden

"Wei Lin. I would never hurt you intentionally, don't you know that, right?" The uncertainty is clear in his voice as he brushes a stray hair away from my face.

Now, I'm absolutely certain of it. Well, in the physical sense. It's the emotional sense that scares me to death. And the fact that he added intentionally should cause for concern.

I look into his hazy brown eyes of his beautiful features.

"I know." I sigh, but I really not sure yet.

And everything that he has done today, it's scares me to death.

He swivels around onto his back, taking me with him, so I'm sprawled across his chest. I shift slightly so I can trace a deep cut line on his stomach, lingering longer over his scar than anywhere else.

It fascinates me in a morbid kind of way, and it's another mystery behind this man. It's definitely not a war wound from an operation and it's not a puncture wound or a slice. It looks far more sinister than that. The thick, jagged wave looks like someone has, literally, plunged a knife into his lower stomach and dragged it all the way around to his side. I shudder. I wouldn't have thought anyone could survive a wound like it. He must have lost a heap of blood. Dare I press him on this?

"Were you in the army?" I ask quietly. This could explain it, and I've not asked directly.

He pauses stroking my hair briefly but continues shortly after.

"Yes." he answers. He doesn't ask me why I would think that. He knows what I'm getting at.

"Leave it, do not say a words or curious about it." he says in that tone.

The tone that makes me writher on the spot.

Yeah, I'm won't arguing with that voice, and I certainly don't want to spoil the moment.

"Why did you disappear on me?"I ask a little apprehensively. I need to know.

"I told you, I was a mess." He answer blankly.

"Why?" I press. His answer explains nothing. I feel him tense beneath me.

"You spark a feelings in me." he answers softly, and I think I might be getting somewhere.

"What sort of feeling?" Oh, I know I went bit to far. Haha

He sighs.

I've pushed my luck to find an answer.

"All sorts of kind, lady." He sounds irritated by it.

"Is that a bad thing?" I ask again.

"It is when you don't know how to deal with them." He lets out a long, tired breath of air.

I stop with my strokes.

He doesn't know how to deal with the feelings he's having, so he tries to control me? How will that help? All sorts of feelings? 

Gosh. He completely talks in code.

So what does that mean, and why does he sound so frustrated by it?

I don't really understand with all of his meaning. Hughh...

"Hmm. Do you think I am belong to you?" I start circling my finger again.

"No, I know you do." He claims that.

"When did you start to have that thought?" I blurt.

"When I spent four days trying to get you out of my head." He still sounds irritated, while I'm delighted with this news.

"So it didn't work?" I ask.

"Well, no, I was even got more crazier. Now, go to sleep." he orders.

"What were you doing to try and get me out of your head?" I really can't stop this curious of mine.

"It doesn't matter and it didn't work at end. So off. Sleep." He really won't tell me all it.

Hiiish!

I pout to myself. I think I've extracted as much information as I'm going to get.

Crazier? I don't think I ever want to meet that part of him.

I continue with my swirling patterns over his chest, while he strokes my hair and drops a kiss every now and then.

The silence is comfortable and my eyes are getting heavier.

I pull myself further into him, resting my leg over his thigh.

"Oh. Tell me how old you are." I garble into his chest.

"No." he replies flatly.

Huhhh! I screw my face up in sleepy disgust. I didn't even get him to talk about it.

I doze off into a peaceful slumber, dreaming of all the crazy things that I won't remember when I awake.

In the morning,I wake up feeling exposed and cold, and I know immediately why.

Where is he? I sit up, blowing the hair from my face, to find Feng Teng was on the chaise lounge, bending down.

"What are you doing?" My throat is hoarse, not yet broken in.

He looks up and dazzles me with his smile, reserved only for women. How come he's all bright eyed and bushy tailed?

"Morning run." He bends back down, and I notice he's tying his trainers.

When he's finished, he stands up, the full six foot three inches of lean loveliness, all the more lovely in loose, black running shorts and a bluevy vest. I lick my lips and smile admiringly. He has stubble. I could eat him.

"I'm quite enjoying the view too." he says cheerfully.

I snap my eyes to his, noting him staring at my chest with an arched brow and a half smile on his handsome face. I follow his gaze and find the cups of my bra are still sitting under my b.o.o.b.s. I leave them as they are, rolling my eyes.

"What time is it?" I suddenly have a stomach turning panic moment.

"Five."

I gape at him, all wide eyed, before dramatically collapsing back onto the bed.

Five? I have at least another hour of sleep. I pull the sheets over my head and close my eyes. But I only get, roughly, three seconds of shut eye, before the sheets are whipped off of me and Feng Teng is in my face, a wickedly mischievous grin plastered all over his face. I wrap my arms around his neck, trying to pull him down to me, but he pulls against me, and I end up in a standing position before I realise what's happened.

"You're coming," he informs me, snapping the cups of my bra back over my b.o.o.b.s.

"Come on." He turns, heading for the bathroom.

I scoff indignantly.

"No way! I'm bloody not going!" I yell a bit.

I don't mind a run, but not at five in the morning.

"I only run in the evenings." I advise his back, falling back to the bed.

I crawl to the top and snuggle back down into the pillows, locating the one that smells the most of fresh water and mint. I'm rudely interrupted from my peace when he grabs my ankle and yanks me to the bottom of the bed. 

He must be mad.

"Hey!" I shout. I manage to take the pillow with me.

"I'm not going!" I screams.

He leans over, wh.i.p.s the pillow away and narrows his eyes on me.

"You are. Mornings are better than evening. Go, get ready." He flips me over and smacks my backside.

"I don't have my sport wear." I say smugly, just as a sports bag lands on the bed next to me.

He brought me a sport cloth?

"You brought these for me?" I ask incredulously as I sit up.

That's a bit presumptuous. Maybe I don't like running.

Oh God! I hate this kind of Feng Teng.

Mommy help!!! Daddy help!!! Your daughter going get tortures in early of the morning.

I cried in my head. Totally hate Feng Teng.