29: Tang Mo'er, What Are You Trying to Do

Tang Mo'er, What Are You Trying to Do

"I'm fine. I'll apply ointment myself." Tang Mo'er repeated as she tried to snatch the ointment from his hands.1

However, in the next moment, her small face was squeezed gently between the man's palms. His eyes were electrifying and demanding and she couldn't look away, "You didn't wear any undergarments, right?"

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Crap, how did he know?</em

Tang Mo'er's face turned red from embarrassment as she avoided his gaze. She shoved his hands away. "No…"

At this moment, the man stretched out his slender finger to lift up her dress.

!!!

That was…

"What are you doing? Don't you dare!" she hissed and grabbed at his treacherous hands.

Gu Mohan took a deep breath and his deep charismatic voice turned hoarse. "Why is it you didn't even bother wearing undergarments, hm?"

Tang Mo'er's small face turned red again and she glanced downwards to avoid his searching gaze. Her eyelashes fluttered like gentle butterfly wings that did not dare to move. "My clothes are all wet, I don't have anything to wear…"

"Oh? What a coincidence. You run into a man's bedroom, take a shower in his bathroom and wear his shirt with nothing underneath. Tang Mo'er, what are you trying to do?"

His words made it sound like she was deliberately seducing him.

Tang Mo'er was a little angry. However, she took the opportunity to act simple-minded and innocent. "Mr Gu, you're right, I'm seducing you."

In reality, she wanted to challenge him. Usually, he acted all cold and almighty, like nothing would phase him. That night when she was drunk and tried to let herself be taken by him, he had splashed her with a bucket of icy cold water. She felt shameful and embarrassed and her pride had suffered a beating.

As a woman, she needed to know if he was interested in her at all.

Gu Mohan laughed lightly. In a hoarse voice, he asked playfully, "How do you plan to seduce me, hm?"

Tang Mo'er was very new to the more physical aspects of a relationship. Although Su Zhe and her had formed their friendship since young, there had only been a handful of times when the couple had held hands. The transition into a relationship that was more physically amorous had not happened, and she had never been this intimate with a man.

However, she knew that this was just like a game, whoever was more daring would be the eventual winner. There was simply no way back down.

Tang Mo'er stretched out her fair hands and slowly inched towards the man's face. This man was simply too handsome for words. Moving her delicate fingers down his exquisite facial features, they danced lightly south, stretching down to his Adam's apple, his strong torso before stopping at his luxurious black belt…

She gave him a beautiful and naive smile before her fingers grasped his belt.

At the touch of her soft fingertips, Gu Mohan cleared his throat, his desire exploding within him as he felt her every touch.

Stretching out his hands, he held down her shoulders and pinned her onto the plush bed.

Her line of vision soon turned dark as the man's muscular body towered over her.

Tang Mo'er felt something hard and burning hot pressing against her upper thigh. Lips quirking, she was smart enough to know what it was.

She snorted and raised a brow. For someone who seemed like a faithful and upright person, who knew that he would react so quickly?

"Mr Gu, you're hard."

Gu Mohan held her slender waist. "You're so coquettish. Wouldn't I be letting you down if I didn't show some appreciation?"

What? Coquettish?

Ever since Tang Mo'er's debut, she had received endless compliments. Yet, this was the first time someone had called her coquettish.

Coquettish. It had such a negative connotation. As Tang Mo'er was a well cultured woman, such a vulgar term angered her.

"Mr Gu, in what way am I coquettish?"

Seemingly ignoring her question, Gu Mohan didn't respond. He needed a smoke. Although he didn't need one often, the scorching hot desire she had ignited within him craved some nicotine to suppress his tumultuous emotions.

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