Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

Tang Mo’er didn’t feel even a tinge of sympathy for Huo Beichen. Thank goodness he still had some humanity left in him and didn’t end up touching her, if not, she would have incapacitated him. Just thinking about it made her feel disgusted.

With delicate hands, she placed her hands on his waist and touched his six packs, she lifted her head and asked in a puzzled manner, “Mr Gu, other men have an eight pack, why do you only have six?”

“A man’s seventh and eighth pack are typically under their waistline, you can discover it if you slide your hand down.”

“Oh.” Tang Mo’er’s soft hands started to slide down his belt and she touched him below.

Gu Mohan’s breathing started to quicken to an irregular pace, his sense of touch was fully concentrated on her alluring little hand.

Tang Mo’er bit down on her lip and asked, “Where is it? Why can’t I feel it?”

The man’s narrow brows formed a charming arc, before he leaned forward to kiss her.

As his lips were about to touch, Tang Mo’er shoved a strawberry in his mouth and escaped far away, she laughed while giving him a cheeky wink.

Gu Mohan looked at her from head to toe, she wore a red silk negligee with thin straps, the bright red contrasted against her fair skin, like a blooming rose against the snow. It ignited more than a hint of inappropriate desire, he wanted to ravish her and leave his mark upon her flawless skin.

He cursed, feeling the overwhelming sense of sexual need. “I’ll take you to heaven tonight!”

“Mr Gu, why do men enjoy boasting with this line all the time, we women are living well. Doesn’t it hurt when you give yourself a real slap in the face?”

“…”

“The noodles are done, have a taste.” Gu Mohan served Tang Mo’er a few strands of noodles.

Tang Mo’er looked down and took a bite, her eyebrows furrowed into a pretty frown as she asked, “Mr Gu, did you mistake sugar for salt?”

Gu Mohan raised his brows and looked at her with a sheepish expression. “Sorry, it’s my first time and I’m inexperienced.”

“It’s good, I’m going to have two bowls of it!”

At night, in the bedroom.

Qi Xi had sent news over, Tang Mo’er crouched on her bed while she messaged Qi Xi and revealed the details of her plans.

All of a sudden, a large hand snatched her phone away and she turned around to have a look at the culprit, it was Gu Mohan.

He had just taken a shower and wore black silky pajamas pants. The band around his waist was hung loosely over his masculine hips and revealed his golden-tanned and muscular chest. With his wet, short hair clinging over his forehead, it covered his deep and narrow eyes and he looked even more youthful and handsome than he already was.

“Why did you snatch my phone away, I’m talking about serious matters with Qi Xi.” Stretching out her tiny hand, she attempted to snatch her cell phone back.

And failed.

Before she could even think, his tall figure was pressed against her, one muscular arm around her tiny waist as he pushed her onto the bed. His lips landed on her cheeks to give her a heated kiss, he then threw the cell phone aside. “Qin Yawen drugged you and engaged two men to take advantage of you, but it was Huo Beichen who intercepted her plans, so she could only resort to revealing the incident online and announce that Han Dong tried to rape you. You don’t need to worry about the news online and that woman, Qin Yawen. I’ll handle everything.”

The clean and masculine body scent that was him , instantly surrounded Tang Mo’er, accompanied by the faint scent of shower gel, drifting into her delicate nose from his body. It was refreshing and captivating. Her face was a lush red after being kissed by him so thoroughly and she tugged on his pajamas. “There’s no need for you to do anything. I can handle everything by myself.”

“Hm?” With his overwhelming presence, his lips finally arrived in front her soft ones and he pushed his long tongue into her mouth, letting out a husky groan of pure need.