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Zhang Liling was already laying lazily inside the covers with her fingers tapping away on her phone when Mr. Fang walked out dressed in a loose silk space blue pajamas set.

His hair was dry and still styled like earlier, which showed that he did not put water on it.

Immediately he stepped into the room in his grey flipflops, his gaze landed on the little woman who had more then half of her body hidden away in the fluffy white duvet over her body.

His brows were still creased from his earlier encounter with his line of sight never leaving Zhang Liling\'s side.

He seems to be seriously contemplating about something that obviously has to do with the red G-string from earlier.

Noticing his presence, Zhang Liling\'s finger paused as the tapping in her phone screen ceased immediately.

Raising her gaze to meet him, she said, "Mr. Fang, you took more than 20 minutes to have a shower and get dressed. I am amazed."

She had been lying in bed and waiting for him as she was still unaware of how what was supposed to be a quick shower turned into a semi-long one.

When she didn\'t see him coming out after ten minutes had passed, she picked up her phone and got busy with it instead of sitting idly.

"And whose fault is that?" Fang Bingwen asked as he continued in his steps toward the bed. The corners of his lips turned downwards immediately as the space between his brows knitted.

Zhang Liling was taken aback by his response. How was she the reason behind why he came out of the shower late?

"Mr. Fang, I think there is some kind of misconception here. How am I at fault when I\'ve been here sitting all along?"

Not in the mood to start arguing with her, he sank into the side of his bed as his hands reached for pillows at the headrest to arrange them properly before lowering his back to the bed.

"You, tell me, did you wear that red thing from the house?" He asked without sparing her a glance.

"What red thing?" She asked with raised brows. She seemd greatly confused at what he meant.

"That red rope you hung on the rail in the bathroom." Mr. Fang explained as he turned his deep set eyes to her, trying to see whatever expression her face would make.

As soon as she heard his next words, the folds on her face smoothened out.

"You are talking about the G-string?" She asked as a small smile turned up on her lips.

Whatever that was making her laugh, didn\'t look funny to the man that was staring at her as if she had gone crazy.

"Mr. Fang, don\'t tell me that you don\'t know what it\'s called. If it wasn\'t the only red stuff in the bathroom, my mind wouldn\'t have been able to understand your words."

"Should I be proud to know what it\'s called? You tell me, why did you wear something like that out? Wait, why did it become a part of your wardrobe in the first place?" He asked as his eyes squinted at her.

\'No wonder she asked if I wanted to see what she was putting on underneath her dress during the heated moment.\'

Watching his facial expression turning a shade darker by each second that went by, a round of chuckle escaped from Zhang Liling\'s lips.

She was amused at his inability to understand the usefulness of the kind of panties, so she took it upon herself to explain things to him.

"Why are you laughing? What\'s funny?" Mr. Fang asked while sitting up in the bed and at the same time, not breaking the gaze.

Zhang Liling waved her hand about while trying to sit up on the bed.

With eyes filled with smiles, she said, "I wore the G-string because of the kind of material my dress was made off and the style. "

"Mmhmmm..." Mr. Fang urged.

Never once did it cross his mind about the kind of topic he was concerned about. Since when did he concern himself with the kind of underwear his girlfriend wore?

That was so much unlike him.

Maybe he didn\'t even realize how intimate that topic was, or his interest was far more important for him to pay attention to it.

"If I had put on normal panties, the linen would have been visible from any eyes that set their eyes on my back. But with that kind I picked, it wouldn\'t have been possible."

No matter how Fang Bingwen tried to understand things from her own perspective, he just couldn\'t tolerate it, and he couldn\'t help but to admonish her.

"Did it for once occur to you about the possibility of a sudden gush of air lifting your dress and revealing your bum to the public?"

"That\'s why I was mindful of my dress the entire time." Zhang Liling defended as the smile on her face cut down by half on seeing the serious look on his face.

The gown she was putting on, was not a straight-cut so Mr. Fang\'s concern was not unfounded.

With a flay dress, a strong gush of wind could easily lift it up, and if a fast response wasn\'t given, anyone in the dress could be easily embarrassed.

"Do you know you were practically naked? No bra, no pant, who taught you to do that?" Fang Bingwen asked with no signs of giving up.

"I wasn\'t naked, plus I was comfortable." Zhang Liling said with pouted lips as her hands crossed below her chest.

"You were comfortable?" His eyes blinked. "Well, don\'t let me catch you dressed like that again." He added as he turned his gaze away from her.

Stretching out his hand for the bedside switch, he pressed on the button and immediately, the main lights in the room went off, leaving the one from the bedside lamps.

Instantly, the corners of her lips curled as the light from the two lamps, illuminated the expression on her face.

"Mr. Fang, are you saying that you will be checking my underwear before I step out of the house everytime?" Her teasing tone inquired as her body leaned in close with her palm on his shoulder blade.

Seeing the eyes that were shining with a hint of mischief in them, Fang Bingwen complied.

"I wouldn\'t mind If you want to be taught a lesson."