Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

There was no choice. She had pulled Tang Mo’er to make up the numbers.

The design chief executive officer promptly said, “Mr Dewen, Miss Tang is not our company’s public relations staff, she is an employee.”

“I don’t care, I want Miss Tang to accompany me to drink.” After speaking, Mr Dewen handed a glass of wine to Tang Mo’er.

Tang Mo’er reached for the wine glass, extricated herself from Dewen, and moved closer to Gu Mohan to sit beside him. She said in a hushed voice, “Mr Gu, please save me.”

Gu Mohan looked down at Tang Mo’er’s enchanting, little face. He raised his good-looking eyebrows, and the corner of his eyes exuded the aura of a mature man. “Why should I save you, hm?”

Why should I save you?

He was implying that he would not save her.

Tang Mo’er puffed up her cheeks and looked at him vengefully. It was only wine after all. Fine, she would drink.

“Mr Dewen, I will give you a toast.”

Tang Mo’er finished her wine in one gulp.

Dewen’s eyes lit up. He promptly moved closer and put his arm around Tang Mo’er’s smooth shoulder. At this point, a well-defined large hand reached over and grasped Tang Mo’er’s shoulder. In a matter of seconds, Tang Mo’er was in Gu Mohan’s embrace.

Dewen froze. Was this woman Gu Mohan’s?

Gu Mohan’s embrace silently indicated that he had absolute rights over Tang Mo’er. The message he was sending out was simple but domineering.

No one could touch this woman.

Although Dewen was lascivious, he did not want to fight with Gu Mohan over women, as he was aware that the consequences would be disastrous.

Tang Mo’er had a dreadful taste in her mouth. How could this wine taste so dreadful and cause her to feel so drowsy?

Her tolerance for alcohol was very weak and she could get inebriated easily. In the past, Qi Xi would never allow her to drink.

She reached her hand out to touch her face. Her face seemed to be burning.

She stuck out her tongue in disgust.

At this moment, a low, irresistible voice reached her ears. “You drank the wine so quickly, you deserve it.”

“…”

Tang Mo’er promptly raised her eyes and glared at him angrily. She could brush aside the fact that he did not want to save her, but now he was being sarcastic and completely unhelpful.

“President Gu, Miss Tang, since everyone is here today, shall we play a game?” Dewen spoke.

Gu Mohan looked at Dewen and curved his lips. “Mr Dewen, what game do you want to play?”

“Let’s play the scissors-hand game. President Gu and I will do the finger-guessing, the one who guesses ‘big’ will get to command Miss Tang, and let Miss Tang run her fingers like a pair of scissors on the body of the person who guesses ‘small’, up and down, left and right.”

This Dewen was indeed a lascivious fellow and was used to coming to such places. This scissors-hand game had a sexual connotation to it, and the girl’s fingers would be crawling all over the man’s body.

Gu Mohan nodded. “Sure.”

Gu Mohan and Dewen started their finger-guessing game. In this round, De Wen guessed ‘big’.

Dewen sighed. Actually, he had wanted to guess ‘Small’, as Tang Mo’er’s little hand would then be crawling on his body.

But, he was also excited at the same time. He was unsure if a man who was highly capable of restraining his physical desires, such as Gu Mohan, would be able to sit still when a woman’s fingers were crawling all over him.

“Miss Tang, let’s begin.”

Tang Mo’er’s delicate face burnt. She felt dizzy. It must be that glass of wine, and she had even drunk it so quickly, so she was already tipsy.

She had never played the scissors-hand game before but she had seen others playing it. She was from the entertainment industry and had witnessed all kinds of entertainment activities.

Tang Mo’er’s bright eyes were sparkling from the intoxicating effects of the wine. She curved her pretty lips, looked at De Wen and smiled. “Mr Dewen, I hope that you can instruct me well.”

Dewen nodded. “Rest assured that I will make you satisfied.”

“Mr Gu, here I come. ” Tang Mo’er placed two fair fingers on Gu Mohan’s handsome shoulder.

“Miss Tang, to your left.”

Tang Mo’er’s fingers gradually moved towards the left and climbed up to the man’s throat.

She was using minimal strength and the way she was touching him was comparable to a kitten clawing at him. Gu Mohan’s eyes darkened and his throat bobbed.

Tang Mo’er cocked her head to one side. Her silky black hair cascaded down his white shirt and its fragrance enveloped his shoulders. Her pretty face was next to his cheeks and she asked him tipsily, “Mr Gu, you are thirsty, mm?”

Mr Gu, you are thirsty.

Mm?

There was a raging flame in Gu Mohan’s deep and narrow eyes. This audacious woman.

“Miss Tang, proceed upwards.”

Tang Mo’er’s two fair fingers slowly climbed upwards and landed on the man’s soft, sexy lips.

Tang Mo’er paused and she looked at his lips in a state of stupor. Those lips had vigorously kissed her silky hair, her face, her lips, and… many other areas.

Those same lips had also uttered the most loving sweet-nothings to her. He called her Mo’er, wife, darling…

Tang Mo’er caressed his thin lips lightly and she used her gentle fingers to brush against the sexy outline of his lips.

At this point, she felt pain in her hand. Gu Mohan had grasped her delicate hand and squeezed it forcefully.

His eyes were bloodshot and he glared at her viciously as he warned her in a hoarse voice, “Be more decent and stop provoking me, hm?”

She had actually stroked his lips.

It was very brazen of a woman to touch a man’s lips and the action was indeed provocative.

Tang Mo’er became sober in an instant. Her hand was in pain and she looked at his eyes, which were filled with warning. In that instant, she remembered that he had lost his memory.

She pursed her red lips. “It hurts… Mr Gu, you’re hurting me…”

“Hahaha.” At this point Dewen laughed uproariously. He had been viewing the action from the side and he was clearly aroused by Tang Mo’er as he looked at her with apparent desire. “Miss Tang, President Gu doesn’t appreciate your intentions. I’m sure you’ll have more fun by my side. I will play with you.”

After these words were spoken, Dewen felt a malicious glance directed at him and he froze. Gu Mohan had given him a look.

It was a serious warning, filled with displeasure.

Dewen shrugged his shoulders. This man was truly domineering. He had only teased Tang Mo’er with two sentences, and this man had already given him such a glance.

“Miss Tang, let’s continue to play. Now… proceed downwards.”

Tang Mo’er’s two fair fingers gradually climbed downwards from the man’s lips to his muscular chest and continued to descend slowly.

Dewen did not ask her to stop as his lustful eyes were already filled with arousal. He watched as Tang Mo’er’s little hand continued moving downwards…

Gu Mohan knitted his good-looking brows. His deep eyes were reddened, and his throat felt like it was on fire.

Thirsty.

Very thirsty.

The woman was dangerously close to him. Her head was beside his broad shoulders, and he could already smell the alluring scent of a young woman from her body.