Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

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Tang Mo’er blushed hard.
He did not dare to admit what he had done and still forced her to say it out loud?

Pervert!

He took her nightdress and…

Tang Mo’er could not bear to say it.

Just the thought made her blush to the tips of her hair!

“You can’t say tell me the reason, yet you stand there cursing me? You’d better apologize to me now.”

“…”

His shamelessness was beyond words.
He had done such a thing and was now demanding an apology from her?!

But he was getting too close.

Tang Mo’er looked up at the handsome face in front of her and bit her lip.
Choosing her battle, she bowed her head.
“President Gu, sorry.”

Seeing that she was so obedient despite being angered, Gu Mohan lifted the corner of his lips and gave her a tender smile.

“President Gu, is that fine then? Can I leave now?”

“No.
Even though you’ve apologized, I haven’t accepted your apology.”

“Gu Mohan!”

Gu Mohan towered over her.
He bent down and whispered in her ears, “Tang Mo’er, call me… husband.”

Call him… husband?

Tang Mo’er’s pupils contracted and she looked at him in the eyes. What… was he talking about? Why would he tell her to do such a thing?

Gu Mohan bent down.
Both of their faces were practically against each others, their breath hot and intense as their gazes locked together.
The fragrant scent from the woman’s body drifted into his nose, her small pouty lips in his line of sight.
The man’s adam’s apple moved up and down and his voice was raspy and hoarse, “Mo’er, be good.
Call me husband.
I want to hear you say it.”

Hearing his coaxing and soothing deep voice tickle her ear, Tang Mo’er felt flustered as her face heated to a deep red.