Chapter 1201
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The room was silent. Lu Yeming had been hunched over the entire time, gazing deeply at Tang Mo 'er's sleeping face.
Tang Mo 'er wasn't sleeping well, her brows were slightly furrowed.
At this moment, he heard a soft sound behind him. Someone had pushed open the room door.
Lu Yeming retracted his gaze without batting an eyelid, turning his head to look at the person.
Jun Xiqing had entered.
"Why are you here?" he asked in a low voice, sounding slightly displeased.
Jun Xiqing felt that she had barged into someone else's private territory and wasn't welcomed. But she wasn't the slightest bit uncomfortable. She held a plate in both hands and placed the freshly baked dried lemon gently beside Tang Mo 'er's pillow.
The sour and slightly sweet smell of lime spread out. Tang Mo 'er subconsciously searched for this smell in her dreams and moved her face closer. Her brows gradually relaxed and she fell asleep peacefully.
Jun Xiqing glanced sideways at Lu Yeming and raised her brows.
Lu Yeming looked at her and pursed his thin lips.
"I tasted a piece of this lime just now and it tasted weird. Is it spoiled?" Jun Xiqing looked at the lime slice in her hands doubtfully.
Lu Yeming got up and walked over. He stretched out his long fingers to take the lime slice from her hands and slowly brought it to his mouth …
In an instant, the sour taste of the lime spread through his teeth and he promptly furrowed his brows.
Pfft.
Jun Xiqing covered her red lips and laughed happily. "Idiot, I'm just kidding you."
Why was she so happy to see him suffer like this?
Lu Yeming stretched out his hand and grasped her slender wrist, tugging it gently.
Jun Xiqing's slender body fell into his muscular arms. She lifted her head and looked at him provocatively. "West Duke, are you angry from embarrassment?"
"Are you trying to get my attention again?" His fingertips caressed her slender wrist gently.
Narcissist!
Jun Xiqing pushed him away forcefully.
At this moment, a series of vibrations sounded. An incoming phone call.
Lu Yeming lowered his eyes to look. Tang Mo 'er's cell phone on the bedside table had lit up and three words flashed on the screen — -Mr Gu.
Gu Mohan called.
Jun Xiqing looked at Lu Yeming. Lu Yeming's handsome face was expressionless. He bent over and picked up his phone with one hand.
Walking to the balcony, he answered the phone. "Hello."
Gu Mohan heard his voice and was silent for two seconds. Gu Mohan's deep voice was heard over the phone. "Your relationship with your sister is so good that … you can pick up her call?"
"Or are you in your sister's room this late?"
Lu Yeming had one hand in his pocket and the other holding his phone. He pursed his lips when he heard that.
On the other side of the phone, the two men, who were equally profound and wise, were exuding the flames of war for no reason.
"Mr Gu." At this moment, Jun Xiqing's pretty voice rang out.
These three simple words resolved the flames of war.
Lu Yeming glanced sideways and met Jun Xiqing's intelligent eyes. She was also looking at him.
Gu Mohan remained silent for a few seconds. "Where's Mo 'er?"
"She's already asleep."
"Sleeping so early?"
"Yes."
"How is Mo 'er's health?"
"… She's fine."
"… Then I'll hang up first."
Gu Mohan hung up the phone.
Lu Yeming stood on the balcony, holding his phone. The cold wind outside blew in, enveloping him in a chilly aura.
…
Early in the morning.
Tang Mo 'er woke up. Because she had something on her mind, she couldn't sleep well. More importantly, she heard knocking on the door.
Knock knock. It was a gentle but forceful knocking sound.
Who was knocking on her door at this hour?
At this moment, she heard a deep and magnetic voice. "Mo 'er."
Tang Mo 'er's pupils contracted when she heard that familiar voice. Mr Gu …
She actually heard Mr Gu's voice.
Was it because she missed him so much that she was hallucinating?
Knock knock. The man outside the door knocked twice again. "Mo 'er, if you're not opening the door, I'll go in myself."
With a click, the doorknob was turned, and the door opened.
Tang Mo 'er quickly sat up. Her eyes were filled with that tall and handsome figure. Gu Mohan.
Gu Mohan had really come.
He was wearing a custom-made white shirt with a black blazer on the outside and a black cashmere coat on the outside. The frost of the late autumn morning landed on his handsome shoulders and he exuded a cold and dignified aura.
He entered the room and closed the door.
Tang Mo 'er was shocked, confused and confused. She jumped down from the swing bed and hid in a corner, keeping her distance from him.
Fortunately, there was no light in the room.
She didn't know if she had aged in his eyes.
She would rather not see him.
She wanted the Tang Mo 'er in his memory to always be beautiful.
Gu Mohan stood by the door and removed his black leather gloves elegantly. His deep and narrow eyes landed on Tang Mo 'er's small face. He couldn't see her face clearly, but her bright eyes were like glistening pearls in the dark. They were watery and she looked at him nervously and warily.
Gu Mohan slowly curved his thin lips and opened his arms. "Mo 'er, come here. Let me hug you."
He wanted to hug her.
Let him hug her.
Tang Mo 'er's eyes reddened instantly and her luscious lashes seemed to be wet with tears. She looked pitiful and pitiful.
She lowered her head and ran towards the bathroom. She wanted to lock herself in there.
But after running two steps, she saw his long legs, which were wrapped in trousers, walk towards her from the corner of her eye.
She wanted to speed up. Just as she touched the doorknob, a muscular arm reached over and held her svelte waist.
Gu Mohan pulled her gently and her delicate body fell into his warm and firm chest.
He lowered his handsome face and buried his handsome face in her silky hair, taking a deep breath. "Ha, why are you running?"
He chuckled and the resonance in his chest was transmitted to her back through the fabric of his clothes. It was gentle and seductive.
Tang Mo 'er wanted to struggle, but it was useless. Her legs gave way and she collapsed into his arms.
She missed him.
She missed him so much.
"Let me hug you for a while."
Gu Mohan said in a husky voice. He grasped her soft hand and interlocked his fingers with hers, placing them on her flat tummy. "What?" Gu Mohan asked in a husky voice.
Tang Mo 'er suddenly decided that she wanted to keep this child.
All of her hesitation, uneasiness, and confusion couldn't compare to the large palm that he placed on her lower abdomen.
She could feel his steady and unhurried strength. She could also feel … his unwavering love.
She wanted to keep this child.
She wanted to give birth to this child.
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