If a kiss was her problem, then he would give it to her.
But the way he said it as if it he was only trying to fulfill a request, nearly killed off the tingling sensation Zhang Liling was feeling from recalling the deep passionate kiss they shared in his bedroom back at the Fang Mansion.
Learning of the barrier holding him back from kissing her, Zhang Liling hurriedly jumped down and sat on his right thigh with her legs in-between his legs before wrapping her hands around his neck.
"Mr. Fang, where is my kiss?" She asked with a big smile.
She was suddenly liking this. Sitting on his thigh with her hands circling his neck, and about to feel his lips on her.
This was a heaven on earth feeling for her.
Without a second to waste, Mr. Fang circled his right hand around her waist from behind before reaching out to cup her cheek with his left hand.
Gently, he brought her face close to his and stared at her eyes for a few seconds.
