Fang Bingwen had no choice but to let go.
Reaching for her lips, he traced them with his fingers slowly before bringing his hand down to his side.
At least, she remembered that she had something on fire even while engaged in the intense kiss.
Jumping down from the countertop, she hurried over to the table gas and removed the lid of the pot.
Half an hour later, she served the pasta and a bottle of wine in her small dining room.
After dishing some portion of food for Mr. Fang, she put it in front of him.
Pouring him a little wine in his glass, she sat on the seat next to him before starting to serve herself.
"Bon appétit!" She exclaimed cheerfully before picking up her fork.
The corner of Fang Bingwen's lips curled at her greeting before equally picking up his fork.
Briefly glancing at the glass of wine at his left side, a soft sigh escaped his lips as he moved his gaze back to his food and rolled up some pasta with his fork.
