Chapter 50 : Tortured
Having his loved one sleeping in his embrace, Han Zhi Fan felt that he owned the whole world. If he thought carefully that day might be his happiest day. Which man wouldn't feel blessed if the woman he loved wanted him that much ? His left hand embraced her tightly while his right hand held her hands. He kept on kissing her forehead like he was addicted to it.
"Mr Han, we have arrived", Wen Li announced when the car halted.
Han Zhi Fan looked outside. They had arrived at the filming set. The two-hour journey felt so short and he didn't want to part with her so he didn't wake her up. However, it was only his wish as Tang Wei soon awaken as she realized that the car was not in motion. "Arrive?"
"Hmm", he nodded. Then, he instinctively felt her forehead "You are still slightly hot."
He definitely got a piercing glare from Tang Wei. Her eyes clearly said 'whom to blame for I have fever?'
Han Zhi Fan chuckled and tapped her nose "Still angry ?"
'Of course. Which wife wouldn't be angry when her husband is cruel enough to reject her ?', Tang Wei rolled her eyes and prepared to get off the car in hope to end this conversation becaue she somehow felt angry,as well as embrassed after Han Zhi Fan explained his reason.
However, she was pulled into a tight hug. "Jiao jiao, I love you", he whispered in her ear.
She could feel butterflies all over her stomach, but she knew she should stay calm. She pushed him then caressed his cheek before she smiled beautifully "But, I'm not Mr Han". She then quickly rushed out and closed the door leaving Mr Han stunned. Running half way, she turned around and made a face to Han Zhi Fan before laughing happily. Han Zhi Fan shook his head as he smiled looking at her action.
Han Zhi Fan sighed when he recalled the incidence in the morning, he felt grateful that he came back to check on her or else they would be in cold war for no one knew how long. Moreover, she would feel hurt for longer if he didn't do so.
That morning was a very crucial morning for them. Meanwhile, on the other side, Mo Yan felt tortured early in the morning as someone licking his chest.
He was awoken when he felt his chest felt damp. He opened his eyes to find the little woman who was sleeping on his side licking his chest. "Nyam Nyam, yummy", she even mumbled in her sleep. Not only that, her hand also wasn't honest. Her hand then groped his chest as if she was making dough. Moreover, her face was plastered with her silly smile. Mo Yan would be a gay if he was not turned on.
"Ms Long", his hoarse voice called her.
However, Long Fei didn't wake up until Mo Yan called her for the tenth times.
"Hoammm...ssst... be quiet", she said while closing her eyes before snuggling into his embrace.
Actually, with Mo Yan's strenght, he could be easily to pushed her aside but somehow he had that greed to hold her longer which caused him a fatal effect.
"Fei fei", he changed the way he called her like how he had wished to call her all this long. Especially, when he heard how that little artist called her 'Long Long' the previous night.
"Hmm?", she hummed.
"Get up now or you will regret later", he gritted hi teeth.
Long Fei heard the stern voice and she suddenly felt something was not right. She opened her eyes and found a handsome face. She was utterly speechless, but she was quick enough to compose herself. "Good morning, did I take advantage of you?"