Hours before Qing Chen got home and found out the truth about the non-existence of their mother's body, Wuming was still in the hotel room with The Mistress.
"What do you want to do?" he asked her and he dropped down on the couch, not really wanting to get near the bed. It was one of the ways to stay away from temptation.
But it was another conversation when it was temptation who was making their way to you.
The Mistress stood in front of him with nothing but a really oversized shirt covering one of the best bodies that God had shaped. Her head was inclined to the side and one hand was on her hip.
"What?" Wuming asked, his arms sprawled on the backrest of the seat.
"I wonder… something about you."
"Wonder what?"
Mistress' eyes turned to the ceiling and her lips pouted. "I had been wondering about this a lot. Even before."
Wuming chuckled. "Well, you're not going to know if you're not going to ask me."