Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

As the Rolls-Royce Phantom sped along the bustling streets, Gu Mohan glanced at the woman sideways. “My place or yours?”

Tang Mo’er furrowed her pretty brows. “I want to get off.”

Gu Mohan snorted. “Still pretending?”

Tang Mo’er touched the hair near her cheek. “Will you pay me if I pretend?”

“…”

Gu Mohan looked at the woman quietly.

Tang Mo’er smiled. “It’s called acting when I wear the red bodice for all the men to see. But, it’s called filming an X-rated show when I wear the red bodice for you to see. How can it be the same?”

“You wear a red bodice when you act and when you shoot X-rated films. There’s no difference in that. The difference lies in… whether I want to tear your bodice apart.”

“…”

“We’ll head to your place,” the man promptly concluded.

Tang Mo’er pursed her red lips. “Niuniu…”

“Niuniu misses you very much.”

Niuniu misses you very much.

These five words made Tang Mo’er soften. She missed Little Munchkin very much too.

…

At the Happiness Garden. In the singles’ apartment.

Gu Mohan followed Tang Mo’er into the room. “I’ll give you ten minutes to change.”

“I don’t have a red bodice here.”

Gu Mohan curved his thin lips. “It’s fine with me if you don’t want to wear anything…”

Tang Mo’er immediately ran into the bathroom.

Soon after, the woman was showering and the sound of water flowing could be heard. Gu Mohan walked to the balcony. One of his hands was stuck into his trousers pocket, while the other hand was holding his cell phone to his ear. “Check if there’s any suspicious characters at CC Bar… Yes, don’t let anyone off.”

After Gu Mohan hung up, he lit up a cigarette and there was a flame at his fingertips. The smoke blurred his handsome face.

At this moment, the bathroom door opened, and there was a flurry of light footsteps.

Gu Mohan turned around to see Tang Mo’er standing behind him. Her wet chestnut brown hair was scattered around her smooth shoulders. She was wearing a white top, and a hint of red could be seen beneath the top.

“Take your top off.” He commanded in a husky voice.

Tang Mo’er continued to look at him and did not budge.

Gu Mohan walked over and stood in front of her. He dangled his cigarette on his thin lips, and forcefully tugged the collar of her top. The red bodice immediately appeared.

The woman’s white skin, red bodice, dark hair, and her ravishing face were enough to stimulate all the man’s senses.

Gu Mohan’s dark eyes narrowed.

His aggressive action made Tang Mo’er shocked. She wanted to button up her top. “President Gu, are you done looking at me?”

But Gu Mohan did not allow her to do so. He spoke with the cigarette dangling from his mouth and flecks of ash fell to the ground. “You still owe me the look.”

That look that she gave when she was wearing the red bodice on screen was irresistible.

“President Gu, what look do you want?”

“The look of you being screwed by a man, but you still want to seduce other men.”

“…”

A man who looked so handsome and refined could actually say these words so bluntly.

Tang Mo’er’s beautiful face suddenly turned frosty. She pushed him away and turned around to leave.

But the man held her svelte waist with one arm and immediately pressed her against his chest. He held the cigarette with his other hand, and threw it onto the carpet, before bending down to kiss her red lips.

Mmgh! He kissed her forcefully as if he were a beast devouring her delicate lips, and very soon he drew blood.

The metallic taste of blood spread in their mouths, but he wanted more. It only made him extend his long tongue further into her mouth.

But Tang Mo’er clenched her teeth tightly and was unwilling to let him enter.

Gu Mohan released her and he said dominantly, “Open it.”

“President Gu, you are untrustworthy, You only asked me to wear the red bodice for you to see.”

“Your job is to only wear the bodice. I will handle the rest.”

“…”

A**hole!

She should have let those two beat him up at the underground carpark.

Tang Mo’er wanted to berate him, but the man hunched his body and captured her red lips again. Not only that, he took the opportunity to slip in his long tongue.

He devoured her relentlessly and took in her sweet juices, as if he was venting his disgruntled feelings on her.

But she was too sweet and too delicate, and he was afraid of hurting her. He reduced his force on her, and hooked the tip of her tongue, as if he was devouring a tasty snack.

Tang Mo’er did not close her eyes and merely looked at him.

She placed her fair hands on his broad chest and wanted to push him away, but his body was like a fortress, and she could not move him at all.

Gu Mohan knew that she was struggling and he tightened his embrace around her delicate body. His soft lips glided from her face to her fragrant hair and he kissed her vigorously. “Earlier, you called me your big baby, and now you don’t like me again?”

He mentioned “big baby” again…

Both their bodies were attached together and their breaths entwined into a heated mesh of entangled lips. This was a very intimate position and Tang Mo’er blushed. Her fingers gripped his black shirt tightly. “President Gu, please show some respect.”

“I am already showing respect, if not I would be screwing you right now. Tang Mo’er, do you like me?”

Tang Mo’er, do you like me?

The man said this sentence in his husky and charismatic voice, which slowly entered her ears. Goosebumps appeared on Tang Mo’er’s body.

Too close. His handsome face was in close proximity. He was extremely good-looking and refined. His thick curly eyelashes brushed against her delicate skin, and she could smell his clean, masculine scent.

Did she like him?

In all honesty, Tang Mo’er had not thought about this before, but now her heart was beating a little faster than usual.

When he looked at her in this manner, his gaze was hot and scorching, while he waited for her answer.

“I…”

A melodious cell phone ring tone sounded. Tang Mo’er received a call.

Her cell phone was placed on the shelf at the back. She stretched her hand out to take the cell phone, but a large palm reached out for the phone first.

Gu Mohan’s eyes swept the lighted-up cell phone screen. It was an unfamiliar number.

“President Gu, hand over my cell phone.”

Gu Mohan raised his arm so that she could not retrieve the phone. “What do you have that you can’t show me?”

“President Gu, do you know that you are behaving like a paranoid husband now?”

Gu Mohan pressed against her again and refused to let her move. His deep and narrow eyes were fixated on the woman’s face and he took the call.

He heard a charismatic and pleasant male voice. “Hello, Little Momo.”

Little Momo?

Upon hearing such an endeared term, there was a glint in Gu Mohan’s eyes. He spoke, “Your Little Momo has gone to shower.”

The other party was startled at hearing this man’s voice, but promptly asked without skipping a beat, “Are you my Little Momo’s gigolo?”

It was the first time in Gu Mohan’s life that someone had called him a gigolo. He sneered, “Don’t think so highly of her. I’m very expensive and she can’t afford me.”