Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

Chapter 16: A Single Coin

He let out a mocking laugh. ‘One Night Stand’ was aptly named, with effects that truly suggested its likely consequences. The two shots she had downed had aphrodisiac qualities that diminished a person’s inhibitions. Why would she even drink something unknown without understanding its composition? What a foolish woman.

He stretched out his large palm and pushed her back to her original position in the passenger’s seat. He instructed her sternly, “Sit properly.”

He actually pushed her away?

Tang Mo’er pouted her full lips, dissatisfied. She had more fawning suitors than she could count, chasing after her all these years. This was the first time ever she had faced such cold treatment from a man!

She mumbled unhappily, then turned her body around to lean on his shoulder again. “Mr Gu, do you seriously take me for a promiscuous woman?

A reflection of the both of them formed clearly on the window. Her voice was lazy and languid, dripping with sensuality, yet her bright eyes were faltering between a drowsy haze and an inviting astuteness. She was extremely attractive.

Gu Mohan’s pupils darkened and his fingers tightened on the steering wheel. He raised one brow, his voice deep and husky, “Have you ever been touched by a man?”

Tang Mo’er placed her jaw onto a slender arm, her voice an inviting whisper in his ear, “You want to know? Just touch me and you will find out.”

The warmth of her breath tickled his earlobe and ignited a smoldering flame in Gu Mohan’s gunmetal eyes. They narrowed dangerously like a sleeping panther, the corner of his lips slightly raised as his eyes pierced into her. The charisma of a matured man was irresistible. Her eyes fell on his lips as they opened, his voice a deep baritone, “Oh? What do you mean?”

Tang Mo’er found herself almost seduced by him. She lingered on the edge of awareness and reason. He was a temptation who was capable of attracting almost anyone, herself included. She closed her thoughts and fell deliciously into the senselessness.

“Mr Gu, congratulations. You have been chosen by me to enjoy my love tonight.”

“…”

He was already 30 years old. With his growing wealth and strong background, compounded by his outstanding looks and charisma, there was a long queue of beautiful women who wanted to date him and they fought viciously for his love. This woman truly one of a kind. She had actually declared for him to receive her love, with the confidence of one bestowing herself as a precious treasure.

Three years ago, she had proclaimed that he was her man. Three years later, she was still as interesting as ever.

Gu Mohan couldn’t tolerate it any longer. He wouldn’t be able to focus if she continued to harass him while he was driving. He pushed her away onto the passenger seat again, more firmly this time.

This time, Tang Mo’er didn’t sulk after Gu Mohan pushed her away. She settled back into the passenger seat and closed her eyes lazily, her chest rising up and down slowly as dense lashes fluttered closed in rest.

…

Gu Mohan parked the Maybach under the apartment. He opened the passenger’s door, leaning down and slipping his arms beneath her body, carrying Mo’er out gently. She was deep in the arms of slumber and her head fell forward into Gu Mohan’s chest.

Tang Mo’er buried her tiny face into his broad chest, just below his shirt collar. The crisp starchiness of the collar irritated her delicate skin and she shifted in his arms and tried to find a comfortable position.