Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

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Tang Mo’er’s delicate face was instantly red, she realized that she was fooled by him again!

Her fair hands were clenching tight on his knit sweater, as she allowed him to kiss her obediently. The only sound in her ears was the slippery, kissing sounds of their lips and tongues twisting together, that would make one flushed with excitement.

Gu Mohan wasn’t only a horny man, he even had to kiss in an erotic way that made her cheeks flush and all the rational thoughts fly out of her mind.

Very quickly, she felt the tip of her tongue going numb, she raised her hand to punch him and proceeded to push him away.

When their lips separated, there was a visible, long string of saliva linked by their moistened lips. Gu Mohan used his large palm to hold onto her tiny face, kissing and pecking her red lips, again and again. “Shall we go to your place or my place?”

“Let’s go to mine.”

…

In the apartment.

As soon as she got into the apartment, Tang Mo’er went inside the kitchen to cook some noodles. Since his high fever had only just subsided, he needed to have something lighter on the palate.

She cracked open two eggs in the noodles and added some fragrant greens. Mm, perfect. It had the right appearance, smell and a balanced taste.

“Mr Gu, the noodles are ready.”

There was no response.

Because he was nowhere to be seen in the dining room, Tang Mo’er directly brought the noodles out to the living room.

Very quickly, she paused and smiled. Gu Mohan had fallen asleep.

He was leaning against the sofa lazily, his long legs over the coffee table in front of him. His long eyelashes were down and he shut his eyes and slept.

His fringe covered the bruise under his eye and his handsome facial features looked rather pale.

After taking off the cold and arrogant mask of his, he was filled with an exhaustion that finally had a chance to express itself when he closed his eyes to rest.

Tang Mo’er’s eyes were red, she suddenly felt the urge to cry.

She felt so bad for this man.

Bending over, she placed the noodles on the coffee table gently and went over to the front door to bring a pair of blue mens slippers over. He was so tired he hadn’t even changed out of his leather shoes.

Squatting down, she stretched out her fair hands and undid his laces, removing the leather shoes one at a time.

Gu Mohan was a light sleeper and so he jolted awake. After seeing the figure beside his legs, his cold gaze instantly warmed up and became gentler.

She was changing his shoes for him.

The faint yellow lighting glowed on her body, and since she had gone into the kitchen just now, she had tied back her silky black hair into a low ponytail, revealing her feminine, swanlike neck. If anything, the pink cartoon apron and her silky hair beside her cheeks revealed an innocent and domesticated vibe.

He liked her that way.

Three years ago was when the Capital’s rapidly developing economy was officially at the pinnacle of his era. The leading conglomerate in the Capital had become an influential boss. Many financial magazines weren’t even able to track him down and photograph him. Back then, everything around him was newsworthy and there was ample gossip floating around everywhere. Even then, he still had a gentle side deep inside him, but it had been a long time since it had seen the light.

This gentle side was revealed this night, as a woman changed his shoes for him with her side profile visibly beautiful.

What would it cost for this to last forever?

This scene, this moment, it would last eternally in his heart.

“Mr Gu, you’re awake?”

When she saw him waking up, Tang Mo’er gave him a radiant smile.

Gu Mohan shut his eyes, although his eyes were bloodshot, there was an inexplicable gentleness underneath. “Mm.”

“The noodles are ready, you should eat it while it’s still warm.” Tang Mo’er passed over the bowl of noodles and watched him.

Gu Mohan stretched over his palm and took the bowl and chopsticks, taking a generous portion into his mouth.

“Does it taste good?” Tang Mo’er asked.

Gu Mohan nodded. “It tastes good.”

“Your mother never cooked you noodles before?”

“No.”

Tang Mo’er felt her heart twist again, feeling sad for the pitiful child he had been.

Gu Mohan noticed her expression and raised an eyebrow. “What kind of look is that? Though my mother never cooked me noodles, I’ve had noodles that were cooked by the servants.”

Tang Mo’er, “…”