Mr. Fang's Feisty Mistress

"It looks like you underestimate me, Mr. Fang." Zhang Liling said as the corners of her lips curved into a smile.

"You made me think that way in the first place," He said as he approached her.

Shaking her head, she replied, "Well, I'm about to surprise you in so many ways."

Nodding without a care, he took a turn and went over to the table gas to watch the pot boiling something.

"What are you cooking?" He asked and went on to lift the lid of the pot to see the pasta boiling.

"I'm making pasta. I have wine too..." Zhang Liling said as she came to his side to peer into the pot on fire just like he was doing.

Furrowing his brows, he tilted his head to the side. "You think wine goes with pasta?"

"I think it does."

"No way. I will have a bottle of water instead."

"Water is boring, let's have wine," she said, trying to convince him.

"I can't drink remember?" He started, giving her a raised brow before going on to explain further.

"I will be driving myself back home."

Although his reasons for not wanting to have wine were genuine, Zhang Liling did not care and was still trying to convince him to do otherwise.

"You can stay over at my place."

Fang Bingwen shifted his gaze back to the pot and put back the lid before taking two steps backward.

"It's fine for you to stay over at my place because there are so many rooms, enough space, and a few people too. But I can't spend the night at your place because I'm scared of you."

"What? Hahaha...." Zhang Liling erupted in laughter as she staggered backward before finding her balance 3 steps later.

"You're scared of me?"

"Mmmmm..." Fang Bingwen admitted while locking his gaze on her.

"Are you not ashamed?" she asked.

Why would he be that scared of her? It's not like she bites.

She was as gentle as a dove, and she never mentioned pouncing on him.

She had another room in the house. For real, she didn't plan to do anything to him. It's not like she was horny.

Even if she was, she wouldn't do anything as she was trying to control her wildness.

But truly, it was hard staying with a man like him in an enclosed space in a romantic atmosphere.

The temptation was much.

"Why would I be ashamed? I refuse to play into your trap." Fang Bingwen said slipping his hands inside his pockets.

Whatever plan she had, he was not going to fall for it.

"Hahaha...." Zhang Liling chuckled a bit more before slowly recovering.

"I have ruined my reputation before you. Mr. Fang, how do I fix it?"

Seriously, what was going to make him put down his shield around her?

She was curious.

Answering her question, he said, "Refrain from making suggestive statements and we will be cool again."

Shifting his gaze toward the sink, he said contemplatively, "But I doubt that I would ever recover."

"See... Nothing will make you trust me..." Zhang Liling said and went to the kitchen counter to check and finish up the veggies she was dicing.

Mr. Fang stood at the same spot and watched her for a bit before suddenly taking two long strides over to her side.

Without warning, he took her arm.

"Wha....?" Zhang Liling gave him a questioning look and had only started her question when he pulled her to face him.

"Ah!"

Suddenly, she let out a yelp as he lifted her.

"Mr. Fang!" she called out in surprise, but the response she got, surprised her.

Instead of replying to her, Fang Bingwen put her butt down on the counter as he pushed her legs apart.

Coming to stand in between them, he circled her tiny waits with his arms while having at her intently.

Silence followed as thoughts began to run through Zhang Liling's mind.

'What is he up to?' Although she had this thought in her head, what her mouth spewed was quite different.

"Mr. Fang, don't you want your food anymore?" she inquired as her gaze met his heated pair of eyes.

"Forget it first. I want something else..."

With that, he leaned in as his eyes fluttered close. Instinctively, Zhang Liling closed her eyes as she saw his face from up close.

The next moment, she felt his soft wet lips latch on hers as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

She could feel her heart start to flutter as it pounded in her chest.

If she wasn't sitting on the kitchen counter, her knees which were starting to grow weak would have brought her to the floor, but she was fortunate.

Pulling her in to get the best of her, he bit her lower lips gently before plunging his to give inside her mouth.

"Mmmh." A soft moan escaped from Zhang Liling's lips as her tongue entangled with his inside her mouth.

As their kiss intensified, she wrapped her arms around his back and pulled him closer to her till she was able to feel the hard muscles of his upper body.

Although she could feel this, she could only focus on how soft he felt against her mouth, how addictively he invaded all her senses.

She couldn't afford to be distracted from anything else from the kiss he was giving to her without her asking or giving him the slightest idea.

Oh! How she loved it when he took the reins. It turned her on.

Feeling her squeezing him a little too hard, making the object in between his legs almost collide with her inner thighs, Fang Bingwen broke the kiss.

"You are squeezing a bit too hard..." he warned in-between deep breaths.

"Sorry," she said and immediately pulled the back of his neck toward her and again, her lashes flitted close as she pressed her lips on his

She couldn't wait to get the taste of him.

Fang Bingwen gave in to her and started to return the kisses.

Two minutes later, Zhang Liling had to push him away.

Because the man was too invested in the kiss, she had to hit his back gently to get his attention.

Glancing into her misty eyes, he raised a questioning brow.

"It's time to drain the water from the pasta," she explained.