Chapter 27 - This Is My Room
Qi Xi left immediately after. All that was left was a thoroughly embarrassed Tang Mo’er.
She was really…
“Haha, Mr Gu, please do not take her words seriously. My manager loves to crack jokes.” Tang Mo’er let out a forced laugh while playing with the corners of her skirt.
Compared to Tang Mo’er’s embarrassment, Gu Mohan was calm. He looked at her, his gaze serious, “You said she loves to crack jokes. Regarding the joke, is that referring to me being the gigolo that you keep, or that you’re… a virgin?”
“… applicable to all!”
Did that sound fine?
Tang Mo’er felt her face flame up. His question was not intentional, was it? As a conservative gentleman, should he not be avoiding this topic? Surely it wasn’t an appropriate thing to talk about with her!
Where am I meant to find pyjamas!
The bathroom was gigantic and euclidean. There was even a small wardrobe closet inside. Tang Mo’er opened it and discovered a number of white shirts hanging inside.
Are these his shirts?
Looks like this is the only thing I can borrow.
Tang Mo’er stretched out her small hands to pick out a shirt. She tried it on. The man’s shirt was very wide at the shoulders. With her petite build and feminine height, the shirt was oversized and fell to her thighs, covering her privates, though her long and slender legs were exposed.
She was frustrated. She had rushed into the shower without thinking of the consequences. As her undergarments were all soaking wet, she had nothing to put on underneath the shirt.
Looking at herself in the mirror, her small delicate face blushed hard again. The warm bath had moistened up her skin, making it plump and creamy with her cheeks a peachy pink. Her cherry lips formed a juicy pout that was hard to resist, anyone would want to take a bite of her to have a taste.
Making sure she looked presentable, Tang Mo’er made her way out of the bathroom.
…
Just as she entered the room, she jumped when she realized that there was a tall, masculine figure in the room. The man was standing next to the balcony, one hand in his trouser pocket, the other holding a glass of red wine. His pensive demeanor was just like a piece of art.
“What are you doing here?”
Hearing her voice, Gu Mohan turned to looked at her. His gaze narrowed on the white shirt she was clad in. His white shirt. Her legs were long and luscious and he could see the outline of her body as the light shone upon her. Without restraint, he said, “This is my room.”