Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

Tang Mo’er quickly reacted, moving away from the director consciously, but it was too late. He tugged on the end of her negligee and said, “Beauty Tang, stop avoiding me. Since you’re no longer willing to be President Gu’s woman, you should just follow me from today onwards. As long as you stay loyal to me, I promise you a lavish lifestyle in the future!”

Tang Mo’er tried to pull the fabric away from his hands. “You’re mad! Why do I even need you to promise me with a lavish lifestyle when I can provide for myself very well?”

“…”

A deep voice resounded in her ears. “Mo’er, have you thought about it carefully yet? Are you going to be mine, hm?”

Tang Mo’er turned her head around to look at the man seated on the couch. Gu Mohan’s eyes were narrowed while he puffed on a cigarette, pinning her with his eagle-like gaze, awaiting her answer.

He sat there, emanating a cold yet arrogant stance. He seemed to be ready to give her away to those men if she wasn’t going to accede to his request.

Biting down on her lower lip with her teeth, she made her mind up and answered, “Gu Mohan, I’ll never agree to be yours. Go ahead and have those men come over and rape me if you’re truly capable of doing so!”

Tang Mo’er quickly rejected. “No, I don’t want it!”

Gu Mohan leaned forward, kissing her on her red lips.

“Mmm… let go!” Her brows scrunched up while she struggled. He still managed to push his tongue inside her mouth while exploring every corner of it.

Her hands were on his chest, wanting to push him away with all the might she had but his body wasn’t budging. His muscles were tensing up and heated.

The few glasses of One Night Stand had acted up and had been torturing him for the past couple of hours.

Tang Mo’er’s face flushed red, she stretched her hands out to grab his chest.

Gu Mohan tucked his head in her delicate neck, whispering in her ear, “It’s said that women love to say one thing and mean another. Mo’er, though you claim to not want it, your body is far more honest than your mouth.”

Tang Mo’er lifted her head and looked at the chandelier above her. The corners of her lips lifted. “President Gu, have I mocked you after you had an erection?”

“What?”

“Why is it that men are allowed to get a hard-on when they see a beautiful woman with a good physical figure, but women aren’t allowed to have a reaction when they’re faced with men who are not only handsome, wealthy and even good in bed. President Gu, you’re incomparable down there.”

You’re incomparable down there…

Gu Mohan placed both hands on the bed to support himself, looking at the beautiful face below him, he lifted his brows. “Mo’er, you’re treating me like a male escort now, aren’t you?”

Tang Mo’er wrapped her hands around his neck. “What did you take me for when I used to pleasure you?”

She was indeed outspoken.

Gu Mohan looked at her while she argued her way through, she really wasn’t a pushover.

He couldn’t help but want to kiss her on the lips so that she would stop talking.

Tang Mo’er pushed him away with all the might she could gather. “President Gu, let go of me, stop pressing me down. Men who think of having breakup sex are all trash, I’ll never fall for it. Why would you even try to have sex with me when we’re no longer related? I’m not one of your friends with benefits, and even more so, not a tool for you to fulfill your sexual desires!”

Tang Mo’er sat up, wanting to get down the bed.

But at the next moment, her wrist was held tightly by him. Her delicate body fell onto the bed again, before she could even start to resist, he had already unbuckled his belt and tied her hands against the bed frame.

She was tied up and could no longer move around. Tang Mo’er’s pupils dilated with horror, she stretched her feet out to kick him. “Gu Mohan, what are you trying to do? Didn’t you claim that you’ll never pester me again earlier on? Aren’t you ashamed to be contradicting yourself the very next moment?”

Gu Mohan knelt beside her, he unzipped his pants. “Mo’er, I’m not pestering you. I’m not going to lay a finger on you, I’ll help myself…”

…

Two hours later.

Gu Mohan stretched his hands out, untying the belt that was used to tie Tang Mo’er’s wrists up.

Slap!

Tang Mo’er raised her arm to hit him across the face. The crisp sound of the slap reverberated through the entire room.