Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Gu Mohan was emotionless even after being rejected by Tang Mo’er, he didn’t even frown. He just laughed and spoke in a deep voice, “Why, is it because of your ex-fiancé? You’ve got to consider carefully, I’m offering much more than your ex-fiancé.”
“I’m not going to be your woman.” Tang Mo’er repeated her words.
Gu Mohan stared at her and his handsome facial features started to get more tense. He slowly loosened his grip on her, releasing her and walking out of the bathroom. “Miss Tang, you can leave then.”
The moment she noticed that his clean and manly body scent had disappeared, Tang Mo’er felt a sense of loss and insecurity in her heart. Shaking it off, she jumped off the bathroom counter and looked at herself in the mirror, her face was pale.
She took a deep breath to calm her emotions before she walked out of the bathroom.
…
He was standing in front of the balcony with his back to her. The stained black shirt was removed, seeping blood-red into the plush carpet. His blood. His muscular upper body was revealed and he wore a pair of long trousers and a black leather belt. One of his hands was in his trouser pocket while the other dangled a cigarette between two fingers.
The smoke blurred out his good looks, Tang Mo’er’s gaze landed on his upper body. He had flawless skin that glowed with a healthy skin tone. His six pack and defined abs were irresistible.
He wasn’t inferior to any internationally-acclaimed supermodel and despite herself, Tang Mo’er found her pale face flaming up. Her gaze landed on his right arm, he didn’t dress his wound and it grated on her nerves.
He had suffered the injury while trying to protect her. It was her fault he was hurt.
Tang Mo’er wasn’t able to just walk away without doing anything. She forced her slender legs to stand beside him and said curtly, “President Gu, let me dress your wound before I go.”
Gu Mohan let out a puff of smoke and looked at her with his piercing eyes. The expression on his face was distant and arrogant. He didn’t respond.
Tang Mo’er turned around and found the medicine box. She started to dress his wound while using a cotton ball that was dipped in sterilizing alcohol.
Her heart was aching while looking at his wound. Her clear and watery eyes were tearing up, but she forced them back. “President Gu, does it hurt?”
Gu Mohan’s facial features were still hidden in the smoke, but seeing her distress, he looked a little more gentle. He held the cigarette in his mouth and answered bluntly, “It hurts.”
“Oh, let me blow on your wound. It won’t hurt after I blow on it.” She puckered her rosy lips into a pout and started to blow softly on his wound.
She was really childish. Gu Mohan raised the corner of his lips and held her waist with the same hand he used to hold his cigarette. His gaze roamed across her body, from her delicate petal-like lips, down her fair, creamy neck and sliding over her womanly curves. He held her tightly in his arms. “Miss Tang, I’m no longer a three-year-old child, are you playing with me or seducing me?”
“…”
Their bodies were close together, Tang Mo’er’s tiny face was instantly red. She placed her hands on his chest and wanted to push him away, then said, “President Gu, please mind your actions!”
His body was almost sticking onto hers. He used his large palm to pinch her cheeks while still holding on to his cigarette and laughed evilly. “Miss Tang, you’re the one who refused to leave even when I asked you to. Now you’re trying to ask me to conduct myself, when you were the one who used the chance to dress my wound and seduce me?”
Tang Mo’er wanted to argue with him, but the doorbell rang, interrupting them. A loud voice shouted from outside the door, “Mo’er! Mo’er, I know that you’re inside. Please come out!”
Su Zhe.
It was Su Zhe.
“President Gu, my fiancé is here. Please let go of me!” Tang Mo’er glared at him.
Gu Mohan’s large palm started to slide down the undulating curves of her body until it reached her hips. He slapped her butt lightly and laughed with an indecent look on his face. “I’m not letting go, what can you and your fiancé do to me?”