Chapter 309 - I'm So Confused

Wuming decided to sit in the waiting area. There was nothing else he could do so he played a game on his phone while he waited for the Mistress' next call. 

The call from earlier was from when she landed. He thought it would be a good twenty minutes before she could get out of the airport. Surprisingly, after his little pep talk in the car earlier, he was feeling better with himself.

He had decided. He was not going to date her. He was just going to hang out with The Mistress. They would be better off friends and he would be better off… alone.

His phone started vibrating and he answered the call. "Are you finally out?"

"Yup! Guess which girl I am!"

Wuming stood up. "I would know. You would be the one with the phone on her ear."

"Oh, I'm not holding my phone."

People started pouring out and Wuming's eyebrow furrowed. "Okay, I'm confused. I don't see you."

"But I see you!" said The Mistress' voice.

"Are you playing mind tricks on me? An illusion? Are you even really in Chengshi?"

There was suddenly a poke on Wuming's side. The girl had black hair in loose waves. The huge mustard yellow shirt she was wearing made her tanned skin look darker. It made her look like she was wearing a huge jacket with its sleeves ballooning on her arms. Wuming's eyebrows rose with the checkered pants.

His soul almost jumped out of his body when that girl slung her arms around his neck and pressed a kiss on his lips. "Hello, Batman."

Wuming almost did a full body shiver. "Mistress?" he whispered.

The woman pulled the red-framed dark-tinted glasses. "Yes, it's me. The cover is, you're my boyfriend." She clung on his arm and she started pulling him. "Shall we?"

**

"I'm so confused," Wuming said while they were in the car.

The Mistress laughed from the passenger's seat. "Why are you confused? Is there something wrong?"

Wuming laughed with her. "There's nothing wrong! I was just surprised. This is the first time that I've seen you…"

"What? Not so glamorous? Not so beautiful?

"You will always be beautiful," Wuming said quickly. "I meant… I have never seen you… normal."

"Normal," The Mistress nodded. "Yeah, I'll take normal." Then she started moving like she was taking off her pants.

"What are you doing?!" Wuming turned his face away. But as he was driving, seeing her from the corner of his eyes was not something he could avoid.

"You're not the only one who was shocked by these pants!" she chuckled. "I got this from a stolen bag from the last airport."

"But why are you taking it off?"

"It makes me uncomfortable. It's an ugly thing. At least, with the pants off, I could make this huge shirt a short dress. I kind of like it, to be honest. It's so airy. Have you read what it says?"

"No."

"Well, read it," she said and Wuming turned to her. Her legs were bear and his cheeks rose to heat that when he looked at the shirt, there were two round things staring up at him. "Are you not wearing anything under that shirt?"

"Ah!" The Mistress faked scoffed and slapped him on the arm, covering her chest. "I told you, it's airy. Free the n.i.p.p.l.es, right?"

Wuming breathed out slow. "Women's body. I have no say in it."

"Aw," she cooed. "Good to know that you know that you can't have anything to say about it. We're going to stay in your brother's hotel?"

"I don't know. Do you want to stay there?"

She only smiled at Wuming.

**

It was not that hard to get a room in The Kingly. It was not always that the penthouses are always filled. He rolled The Mistress' baggage to the elevator.

"This is a nice hotel," she commented.

"Aiming for their sixth star," Wuming said, avoiding the CCTV cameras.

The Mistress slid up next to him and clung to his arm yet again. "I have something to show you," she said.

"Yeah?"

The Mistress took his hand and wrapped his arm on her waist. Then she guided it down to her thigh—slowly rising it up, under her shirt to her waist—

Wuming cursed quietly. "Why are you not wearing anything?!"

The Mistress laughed and pulled away from him. "Oh come on! It was fun, wasn't it?"

"You were in a whole flight, not wearing a single underwear!"

The Mistress' laughter bounced on the reflective walls of the elevator. "I have a week of vacation before I start killing people again. I just want to have fun."

"Of course," Wuming said. He had his sometimes when he was on his own too. It was not like he could judge The Mistress by her definition of what she thought was good and funny to her.

Thankfully the elevator doors opened and they were ready to step out. But Wuming froze when he felt a hand on his crotch. His whole body stopped and he turned to The Mistress with a teasing look on his face. "I think you're the one who's here for a booty call."

The Mistress grinned at him and her hand slid up and down his member. "If you're going to be brave, I'll tell you why I'm here aside from the kill I'll do next week."

Wuming took her hand off him and pushed her off the elevator with her baggage as a joke. "You're a crazy woman," he said. "I'm leaving."

The Mistress laughed and pulled him out of the elevator too. "I'm sorry," she said and felt satisfied when the doors closed already. She wrapped her arms around his neck again. "I have lots in store for you. Juicy stories if you're willing to listen."

Wuming lifted an eyebrow. "If it's not juicy. I'm going to kill you." 

The Mistress laughed at that.

"I'm scared of you," Wuming said.

"You should be," The Mistress smiled.