Chapter 467 - Faint
Everything would get better soon.
“Mo’er, if you have to remember one thing, you must remember this. This is your Mr Gu, the Mr Gu you love. You must not forget about him again!”
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At night, it was time to sleep and Auntie Wu was switching off the lights in the house. When she noticed that the kitchen lights were still on, she walked closer and found an imposing figure inside.
Sir?
It’s already so late at night, what is Sir doing in the kitchen?
Auntie Wu walked over to the kitchen and spotted Gu Mohan standing in front of the basin with a knife in his hand, he was slicing some bamboo shoots.
Gu Mohan picked up a piece of pork and placed it in her bowl. “Mo’er, have a taste and tell me if you like it.”
Tang Mo’er picked up her chopsticks and took a bite of it. Mmm, it tasted really good, so delicious!
It was probably the best stir-fried pork with bamboo shoots she had ever tasted. Closing her eyes as she chewed on the meat, she felt a warm feeling of happiness.
As she opened her eyes again, she noticed the scalded marks on the back of Gu Mohan’s hand, there were a few blisters on it and her heart throbbed. She felt as though someone had pierced a needle through her heart.
Grabbing his hand instinctively, she held onto it and trailed her fingers over his wound.
Gu Mohan could see her side profile and as her silky hair was tucked behind her ears, her delicate earlobe and flawless facial features were revealed. Her brows were furrowed and he could tell that she was feeling bad for him.
“Mo’er, I’m not in pain, don’t worry about it.”
Her heart was aching for him, that was enough for him.
Tang Mo’er batted her long eyelashes, her tiny mouth moved closer and she blew his wound gently.
It wouldn’t hurt as long as she blew his wound.
It was a childish yet heartwarming act that made Gu Mohan’s lips curve up.
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After having lunch, Tang Mo’er had a sudden craving for an apple.
But the apples were placed on top of the fridge and she was too short to reach it.
She lifted her head, staring at the apples with her luminous, hopeful eyes. They were red and round, she couldn’t resist and tiptoed to reach for them.
But she still couldn’t reach them.
A large palm extended over from behind, grabbing the apple from the top of the fridge.
“Here you go.” He presented her with the apple.
Tang Mo’er turned back and Gu Mohan’s face filled her line of vision. He had one hand in his trouser pocket and the other hand was passing her the apple.
She was sandwiched between his warm chest and the fridge, his clean, masculine scent rushed into her nose. It was so captivating.
This scent was so familiar.
Though it was familiar, she just couldn’t remember anything.
Stretching out her hands, she was about to take the apple from him.
But he suddenly lifted his hand, raising the apple high up in the air and leaned closer. “You want it? Now tell me, who am I?”
Who was he?
Tang Mo’er looked at him helplessly.
Gu Mohan looked at her beautiful face. “Mo’er, did you forget about me? Now call me… Mr Gu…”
Mr Gu?
Mr Gu!
Tang Mo’er’s mind was filled with many scenes, the scene of her knocking into him three years agoー Mister, you are my man from now on.
Outside the City Hall, she ran her fingers over his faceー Mr Gu, I’ll never forget about you, I’ll never.
Mr Gu.
Ah! So he was her Mr Gu.
Like that, the memories flooded into her mind and she remembered everything.
Tang Mo’er was thrilled, she ran over and buried herself in his embrace, holding onto his trim waist.
Gu Mohan felt his heart getting filled as this lithe and delicate body was in his arms again. He planted a kiss on her hair and coaxed her gently, “Mo’er, be good. Call me… Mr Gu.”
He wanted to hear it.
He wanted to hear her call him Mr Gu.
Tang Mo’er was beaming radiantly in his arms as her mouth opened and said, “Mr…”
But before she could finish speaking, her eyes fluttered shut and she collapsed into his arms.