Chapter 43
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How did she feel now?
She couldn't put it into words. She felt pain and anger, but mostly she felt numb. Su Zhe was no longer the Brother Su in her heart.
In the past, Brother Su would carry her on his back when she was tired from walking. He would walk a few streets just to buy her favorite snacks. Even when she was lonely and lost, he would hug her gently and say, "Mo 'er, don't be sad. You're not alone, I'll always be by your side."
She used to think that even without her parents, her Brother Su would still be by her side forever. However, the promise she made back then was no match for the pleasures in this world. It was fragile and fragile.
At this moment, she felt a sharp pain on her jaw. Two slender fingers grasped her chin forcefully. "Tang Mo 'er, you're still kissing me when you're thinking about your ex-fiancé, hm?"
Tang Mo 'er snapped out of her trance and met his deep and narrow eyes. His eyes were cold and sharp as he looked at her quietly.
Tang Mo 'er instantly knitted her pretty brows. "He's my ex-fiancé after all. Now that there's a live broadcast, it'd be a waste not to watch it. I want to see how good he is."
Gu Mohan slowly raised the corner of his lips and asked with interest, "How is it?"
Tang Mo 'er raised her willowy eyebrows and looked at him provocatively. "It's great."
"…"
This woman was doing it on purpose. Gu Mohan stretched out his large hand and grasped her slender waist, pressing her against his strong and muscular body. "I'll allow you to be inexperienced for now. I'll let you experience better things in the future."
"…"
Very good, it was indeed the arrogant and insufferably arrogant Mr Gu that she knew!
It was only then that Tang Mo 'er realized how intimate their current position was. Their bodies were tightly pressed together and their lips were only separated by a piece of paper. Her little hand was still tugging on his shirt, and the front of his shirt had already been ironed to the point of creases forming on it. Tang Mo' er's heart sank.
Her small face was a little red and she quickly pushed him away. "Let go of me."
"Tang Mo 'er, do you think I'm that stupid ex-fiancé of yours? Hm?"
His words were filled with deterrence.
Looking at the handsome outline of the man, Tang Mo 'er's soft white fingertips were burning. She was ashamed when she thought about how she had kissed his lips just now.
"Then … then what do you want? Didn't you say that you are not interested in a woman who is entangled with her ex-fiancé?"
Gu Mohan narrowed his eyes and his gaze landed on her cherry lips. Just now when she had taken the initiative to kiss him … it was still as soft and fragrant as it was three years ago. It was just like delicious jelly, making him want to swallow it in one gulp.
He did look a little older, but why was his mouth still so small?
How was he supposed to do it?
"Seeing how pitiful and abandoned you are, I am here to save you." With that, Gu Mohan's slender fingers raked through her silky hair and he kissed her little mouth.
Oh!
Tang Mo 'er's eyes widened, her luscious lashes fluttered like a butterfly's wings. She looked at the man in horror, he had actually kissed her.
Also, what did he say? She was abandoned and he was here to save her?
Get lost!
She didn't want Su Zhe, that jerk! She had already said goodbye to him in her heart!
"Oh, let go!" Tang Mo 'er struggled, but at this moment, he took the opportunity to make a sound between her teeth. She couldn't defend herself in time and his long tongue directly entered her mouth.
He hooked her little tongue and forcefully sucked it.
Tang Mo 'er had never experienced this before and she immediately moaned, "Ah …"
"Little abandoned woman, you sound so much better than that new lover," he said hoarsely.
"…"
Han Xiaowan's sweet moan entered Tang Mo 'er's ears. Tang Mo' er's little face flushed red. Gu Mohan, you … cultured scum!
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