Chapter 193 Her Real Name

Feng Kun looked at her and smiled: "The new fruit wine tastes good. I think you will like it."

She closed her eyes and took another sip. The starlight in the sky became more dreamy and blurry, as if the whole world was cast in a hazy color. Soft music sounded in her ears, a melody she was familiar with in her previous life.

"Do you still remember these songs?" Feng Kun whispered softly, "The songs we once made together."

"Yeah." She spoke slurredly, and the alcohol content seemed to be a bit high, making her thinking slow.

Feng Kun's eyelids twitched slightly, and the soft "hmm" sounded like thunder exploding in his ears. He clenched his hands unconsciously and trembled slightly because he was too nervous. He forced himself to calm down and continued to call her tentatively in an extremely gentle voice: "Xiao Ling."

She didn't respond, but the familiar and charming melody surrounded her, as if she had returned to the past, so comfortable.

Feng Kun added some wine to her: "Drink more, the wine is made according to your taste. Do you still remember that one year we went to Bordeaux, France, and you picked a very sweet grape and tried to make it yourself, but the result almost failed Destroyed a family manor."

Recalling the past, Xia Ling's lips curled up slightly, "Remember, you pulled me and sneaked away that time."

Thunder exploded again.

Even if he has strong self-control like Feng Kun, his voice is trembling this time: "Xiao Ling...Xiao Ling."

"Akun." Her mind was fuzzy, and she was giggling in a daze under the influence of alcohol.

The familiar title made the corners of his eyes slightly moist. Is the person in front of him really her? Regardless of whether it's God's will or contrary to common sense, it really feels like she's back! Feng Kun suppressed his excitement and continued to carefully verify: "I have missed you very much these years."

"Only you... care about me." Xia Ling smiled faintly, swaying the seductive liquid in the cup, "They are all... liars."

"Who are they?" He took a deep breath and asked gently.

"Xia Yu, Chu Chen, and...and..." She couldn't continue.

He added another glass of wine for her, watched her drink it, and said in a gentler voice, "Who else?"

"Pei Ziheng," she looked at the starry sky in a daze and murmured, "Pei Ziheng..." In front of her eyes, the tall and handsome man appeared again, with a straight nose and tight thin lips. When he looked at people, he looked like a god. . His eyes were burning and his nose was sore: "Pei Ziheng, you bastard...liar, liar..."

"What did he lie to you?" Feng Kun said.

"He said he would always be good to me, but he wanted to marry Wang Jingwan. He said that butterfly... that butterfly was a secret agreement that only belonged to us, but he gave it to someone else! Liar, liar! "

Xia Ling suddenly became emotional and smashed the goblet against the glass wall.

The slag splashed and there was an ear-piercing crisp sound.

Feng Kun took her hand, asked her to stay away from the fragments, and asked: "What butterfly?"

"The one on the card." She broke away from him and drank again.

"Who did he give the butterfly to?"

"I."

"Didn't you say he gave it to someone else?"

"He gave it to someone else! He gave it to Ye Xingling!" She said irritably, her mind spinning very slowly, "Not to me!"

"Aren't you Ye Xingling?" Feng Kun held his breath, the truth was right in front of him.

"I'm not!"

"Then who are you?" A magnetic and confusing whisper, full of temptation.

"I am...I am..." She always felt that something was wrong, shook her head hard, looked at him, and smiled stupidly, "I won't tell you."

He reached for the wine, but he stopped him: "Xiao Ling, you can't drink anymore."

"I'm not drunk." She wanted to push him away and reluctantly touched the wine not far away.

He sighed: "I shouldn't have let you drink so much."

"I want to drink!"

"no."

"Then..." She looked at him and continued to giggle, "Then let me tell you who I am."

"Is such a big secret worth a glass of wine?" He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Xiao Ling, you can't drink anymore."

"No... I want to drink." Xia Ling ignored his restraint and continued to try to break away, "Feng Kun, let me go, let me go... give me wine, give me wine and I will tell you who I am... "

"I already know who you are." His gentle voice continued to suppress her and prevent her from getting the wine.

She forgot to struggle for a moment and looked at him suspiciously: "Then tell me, who... am I?"

He didn't answer for a moment, but after a moment, he reached out and touched her cheek: "Xiao Ling, Xiao Ling... I've known you for more than ten years, but I still can't believe that you could die so easily."

"Easy?" She chuckled, "Not easy...not easy at all, Akun, do you know how much I want to live well, but they want to harm me and kill me..."

Feng Kun carried her into his arms.

"But what can I do if I don't die? In his cage, I will be an underground lover and puppet for the rest of my life? Akun, do you know how scared I am? I'm afraid that one day I will wake up and become a human being." It's a puppet..." She choked up and shed tears.

Feng Kun held her like that for a long time, and his voice became hoarse: "It's such a high stage, are you scared when you fall?"

"I'm afraid..." she said. In his warm embrace, her consciousness gradually faded. "I'm very scared, but... I'll be relieved by jumping down, and I can say goodbye to Zi Heng... Let me still remember his love for me. A little bit is good, and it is not wasted away in the last moment..."

Her voice gradually became lower, and finally she fell into a dark dream.

The dream is very long, one moment it is an orphanage with iris flowers in full bloom, the next moment it is a large concert with 100,000 people, there are barking mastiffs, a man holding a whip in the dark, hugs, love, farewell...

Woke up the next day with a splitting headache.

Xia Ling sat up while holding her head that was about to explode, got out of bed, opened the door and looked around, and found that this was not a bar, nor was it her and Li Lei's apartment. However, these layouts and furnishings always gave her a very familiar feeling. She walked around the living room, looked at the kitchen, then went upstairs, and finally remembered -

This is Feng Kun's residence.

Why is she here? Moreover, where is the Fengkun people?

Xia Ling looked around and found that the door to the studio was ajar. She opened it and saw, sure enough, he was inside. In the morning light, Feng Kun was dressed in light-colored home clothes, sitting on a soft sofa chair, facing the room full of music equipment, wondering what he was thinking.

Hearing the noise, he turned to look at her.

"Xiao Ling?" He said gently, "Come in, when did you become so polite?"

She was stunned: "Mr. Feng, we..." She wanted to say that they were not familiar with each other, but as she spoke, she caught a glimpse of his half-smiling eyes, and she felt something was wrong, so she swallowed the second half of the sentence.

"Stop pretending," he looked at her with a smile, "I know it's you—Xia Ling."

He pronounced her real name clearly word by word.