Chapter 27
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Qi Xi left, leaving Tang Mo 'er behind with a flushed face.
She was really … "…"
Compared to Tang Mo 'er's embarrassment, Gu Mohan was calm and composed. He said to the secretary beside him, "You can go back now."
"Yes, President." The secretary, Yan Dong, glanced at Tang Mo 'er and left.
The living room was quiet, leaving only Tang Mo 'er and Gu Mohan.
Tang Mo 'er tugged at her skirt with her tiny hands. "Haha, my manager likes to joke around."
Gu Mohan looked at her. "When you say I'm joking, do you mean that I'm your gigolo or … are you a virgin?"
"… Both!"
Was that enough?
Tang Mo 'er felt her face burning up. Was he doing it on purpose? As a gentleman with good manners, shouldn't he have avoided this topic?
At this moment, her vision darkened. The man stood in front of her, his large palm slowly caressing her little face.
His calloused fingertips caressed her delicate skin, it was numb and it was an unfamiliar feeling. Tang Mo 'er's luscious lashes quivered as she looked at him, flustered and wary. "What are you doing, I … I'm really a virgin, don't touch me!"
Tang Mo 'er wanted to bite her tongue off after saying that. What nonsense was she spouting?
Gu Mohan's eyes darkened, he could smell the youthful fragrance from her body. He could feel her smooth skin in his palms, especially when she was looking at him with her clear eyes. She looked silly and seductive at the same time.
His Adam's apple bobbed and he felt a surge of passion in his lower abdomen.
"Go take a shower. I'll apply some ointment on your face later, hm?"
"…"
Tang Mo 'er felt that she was overthinking. He didn't have any other intentions. He just wanted to check on the injury on her face!
She ran up the stairs, as though someone was chasing after her.
Gu Mohan placed his hands in his trouser pockets as he looked at her beautiful and delicate back view, the corners of his lips curved up gently.
…
Tang Mo 'er ran into a room. She rushed into the bathroom and turned on the cold water.
She wanted to calm herself down.
She cupped her burning cheeks with her two small hands. She wanted nothing more than to run away. Why was she so embarrassed again?
After showering for 15 minutes, she came out with her head drooping. She wiped the water droplets off her body. She was embarrassed. Where was her pajamas?
No pajamas!
The bathroom was huge and it was made from Europe. There was even a small wardrobe inside. Tang Mo 'er opened it and saw that it was filled with white shirts.
Is this his shirt?
In that case, he could only borrow one.
Tang Mo 'er stretched out her tiny hands and picked a shirt, putting it on. The man's shirt was very loose and it accentuated her petite figure. The shirt fell on her thighs and barely covered her breasts.
She felt so embarrassed. Just now, she had rushed in recklessly, and her underwear was all wet. Now, there was nothing under this shirt.
She looked at herself in the mirror. Her fair face was flushed red, and her eyes were watery. Her cherry lips were bright and alluring, making one want to take a bite out of them.
After making sure that she looked perfect, she opened the door and walked out.
…
As soon as she entered the room, she noticed that there was an extra tall figure in the room. The man stood by the balcony with one hand in his trouser pocket and the other holding a glass of red wine. His reserved and dignified appearance was like a sand painting.
"Why are you here?"
Hearing the voice, Gu Mohan turned his head to look at the woman by the door. His gaze lingered on the white shirt she was wearing. He was a little casual and a little reckless. "This is my room."
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