Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

Tang Mo’ers pale face looked intoxicated, the temperature in the bathroom increasing as time went by,

“Do you want to see? When the medicine was most potent I was in a daze so I used a penknife to cut my lower waist lightly. The injury is nothing serious. It’s alright if you don’t see it.”

Tang Mo’er hesitated. She stretched her small hands out and unbuckled his belt.

When she looked down, she felt there was a fiery yet dull gaze set on her. Her face blushed lightly that even her hands clenched tightly. As she had no experience unbuckling a man’s belt, she took a really long time to unbuckle it.

She felt anxious and her actions were flustered.

“Ha.” he chuckled softly.

Tang Mo’er felt as if her ears were burning red from embarrassment. She retracted her hand, “I can’t unbuckle. You unbuckle it yourself!”

She was so angry that she raised her eyes in a rushed manner, it was if she was rushing to have her meal. Dripping with sensuality, her black wet hair, red lips and delicate muscles could easily arouse men. Gu Mohan unbuckled his belt himself.

Tang Mo’er gasped in shock, his lower waist were covered with slit marks. Although they were shallow cuts, they covered his strong muscles in an unruly manner. However, upon closer inspection, it would definitely shock anyone.

She stretched out her soft fingertips, tracing over the cuts, with tears welling up in her eyes. “Does it hurt?”

The places where her fingertips had touched had already formed scabs. Gu Mohan raised his eyebrow at her reaction and cleared his throat. “It doesn’t hurt. Mo’er, can you see what I’ve carved?”

Mo’er did not see clearly as her tears had blurred her vision. She took deep breaths and went to take a closer look. Among the messy slit marks, she spotted a chinese character inscribed —- Mo.

This lunatic!

He used a penknife to carve her name on his waist!

Her lips trembled again and the tears continued to stream down her cheeks.

“Gu Mohan, who allowed you to carve my name? I haven’t even collected the copyright fees!” Tang Mo’er replied in tears.

Gu Mohan used his rough fingertips and wiped off her tears. “At that point, I was in a daze. I could hardly think. The moment I cut into the flesh, I felt a some relief. All I had in my mind was you. I wanted to strip you naked and pin you down. It was only later on that I realized I had engraved your name. I know these marks won’t fade away, but Mo’er, I’m all yours. I won’t ever touch another woman.”

Their lavish young love would leave an unforgettable mark on each other’s body. This love was what Tang Mo’er had promised Gu Mohan all along.

Tang Mo’er’s red lips shivered as she kissed the character carved on his waist.

Gu Mohan held the back of her head and looked at her intently, “Do you feel pain for me? If you do, then you should express your heartache for me. Baby, I’ve been deprived for so long, let me enjoy a while, hm?”

Their positions were extremely intimate—he was standing while her delicate body sat in the bathtub which was at his waist level. As the man was standing against the light, the dim light penetrated through his hair, making his handsome face look like a prized work of art.

Tang Mo’er raised her eyes and kissed him.

Tang Mo’er felt like a small boat floating in an endless sea, as if there were fireworks exploding in her mind, making her thoughts turbulent and uncontrollable. Grabbing the sheets under her body, she couldn’t stop the moans coming out from her swollen lips. Delicate beads of sweat fell down profusely, it was as if she had died a few times, drowning her in an overload of senses.