Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

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Tang Mo’er pursed her cherry red lips.
“Can we eat something else?”

Her throat was dry and hoarse.
She did not feel like eating noodles.

Looking at her delicate face, pouting in childishness, Gu Mohan raised his eyebrows and felt an overwhelming sense of joy.
His long fingers held onto her jaw and forced her to look up.
With a rough thumb, he rubbed her red and swollen lips gently, “Your little mouth is so hard to please.
Tell me what do you want to eat, I’ll drive there to get it.”

It only dawned upon Tang Mo’er at this moment that he only knew how to cook noodles.
In fact, it was his first time doing so.
She wanted to get up to cook some porridge for herself in the kitchen, however, the thought flashed passed quickly as her body was too weak to cook.

“I feel like eating porridge.
Sweet red bean porridge.”

“What else?”

Tang Mo’er shook her head.

Gu Mohan let go of her delicate waist and covered her with the woolen blanket, before getting off the bed.
Picking his shirt off the carpet, he put it on and wore his trousers.
Once again, he was that elegant, affluent and domineering man.

Tang Mo’er looked at him.
She could really feel the difference in physical strength between a man and a woman.
The man in question took the car keys and leaned over to kissed her forehead.
He said, “Sleep for a while.
I’ll be back soon.”

“Thank you, Mr Gu.”

“It’s fine.
I’ll like your pretty little lips, so I’ll treat you well and keep them healthy.”

Tang Mo’er immediately stretched out her small hands and covered his soft lips.
“Mr Gu, how are you so sweet with your words? Am I really your first woman?”

Gu Mohan raised his eyebrows and looked at with his eyebrows furrowed.
“It’s a pity that men have no hymen, if not I’d use it to prove my innocence.”

Tang Mo’er buried her face into the pillow and blushed. Mr Gu, you win, once again.