Mr. Fang's Feisty Mistress

"Why did you stop?" Zhang Liling asked softly with a hint of frustration laced in her tone.

She could feel all the hairs in her body laying back on her skin as her riled up emotions was put an end to.

It was indeed very annoying to quench a burning flame of desire abruptly instead of using a gradual process.

In response, Mr. Fang gently pushed her off his body. "If I had continued, there wouldn't have been an end to this. And I didn't want that."

Staring intently at him as if to gauge the percentage of truth in his words, Zhang Liling pushed the hem of her dress down to her knees.

She could understand if he felt it was too early for them to go beyond kissing just like she was thinking, so she wanted to confirm if he actually thought the same or had other thoughts.

So staring straight into his eyes to despict the emotions in them actually helped to her the answers she wanted.

"Uhhh!"

A groan of frustration escaped her lips as her hands went to hair to ruffle them, thereby messing them up.

The corners of Mr. Fang's lips curled. He had calmed down to a greater extent, and that was why he was able to afford to make fun of her now.

Glancing briefly at her, he turned his gaze to stare at his feet before his hands reached out to take off the black shiny leather shoes, including his socks.

"Do you want to have a bath first? It will be helpful." He suggested without looking her way.

Giving him a side-eye glance, Zhang Liling almost rolled her eyes at him but considering at the back of her mind that he was not totally to be blamed for the quenched fire within her, she huffed.

"Forget it, I will go have a bath." She said and stood up from the bed before heading into the inner room with furrowed brows as her lips pouted.

It was very obvious that she was not in a good mood but maybe, the bath would help to calm her nerves entirely.

After she left the room, Mr. Fang slowly laid his back on the wrinkled sheets as his right hand came to rest on his forehead with his palm facing the white POP (Plaster of Paris).

He too was frustrated. But instead of blaming himself for stopping, he blamed himself for even starting something like this in the first place.

Casting a long glance at a something area around his waist, he released an exasperated sigh before shutting his eyes.

Zhang Liling took her time in the bathroom. While in the bathtub, she couldn't get rid of the images from the short hot make-out section between her and Mr. Fang.

The scenes in her head was so vivid that she couldn't get rid of them no matter how hard she tried.

This caused her to give up and end up spacing out in the middle of her bath more than ten times.

It was only when she had wiped her body completely with the towel that her full consciousness returned, and that was when another thought had taken over her.

Gazing at the bathrobe in her hand, she discovered that she didn't have any dress to put on for the night.

"What am I going to wear now? I can't possibly sleep with a bathrobe." She mumbled to herself as her eyes darted around the white fluffy robe in her hand.

While thinking of what to do, she head two soft knocks on the bathroom door which was followed by a voice.

"Zhang Liling, did you sleep there?" Mr. Fang's tone rang out with a sense of urgency in it.

Hearing his voice, Zhang Liling quickly wrapped the robe around her body. "I'm almost out." She said while trying to knot a bow with the ropes in front of her body.

Finally when she was done, she walked to the door and opened it to see the man staring down at her.

"What took you so long?" He queried as his eyes followed her.

He has been in the bedroom waiting for her for so long, but who knew that she would take almost half an hour before stepping out of the bathroom?

He was now wondering if she would have spent the night there if he didn't come looking for her.

Meeting his gaze half-way, Zhang Liling asked suggestively, "Do you really want to know the answer?"

With both exchanging glances and secretly passing some kind of message with their eyes, Mr. Fang surrendered at last.

"Don't worry, I don't know want to know. You can go to bed first while I take a quick shower." He said and brushed past her to go into the bathroom while still in his pants and shirt, but Zhang Liling stopped him.

"Mr. Fang, I don't have anything to wear for tonight."

Mr. Fang turned as his gaze trailed the robe hanging tightly on her body. His brows knitted slightly in contemplation.

"They must have forgotten that part." He said with a meaningful gaze.

He was sure his grandmother and mother had forgotten that there was a need for Zhang Liling to change into a set of comfy clothes after having a night bath.

Now he was left to deal with the aftermath of their imposing decion of them spending the night at the Family home.

"I will see if I can find you something to manage from my wardrobe. Follow me."

Turning toward another direction, he led her into the small closet.

Without wasting time, his eyes and hands quickly moved through the clothes that were hung there, with slightly crinked nose.

His eyes squinted through every clothing there as Zhang Liling stood beside him watched as she carelessly crossed her arms right below her chest, propping her twin peaks up in the process.

Because of the space in the robe, it exposed her chest area by making her cleavage visible.

"I can't find anything good here. You will look funny in my pyjamas unless you don't mind it." He said without removing his gaze his clothes.