Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

Tang Mo’er astute and calm aura made her delicate face even more mesmerizing.

“F*ck!” Long Er cursed. “I’m f*cking hard. What about the rest of you?”

“We’re hard too!” His underlings hollered in response, their whoops filling the room.

“Alright, little beauty. You’ve got me. We’ll include you in the game.” Long Er agreed.

As expected, Tang Mo’er sat down opposite Gu Mohan while Lu Yan and Long Er sat opposite each other. An underling started to distribute the cards.

In actual fact, Tang Mo’er was not as calm as she forced herself to appear. Her heart was pounding furiously, going a million miles a second as she secretly prayed to the heavens she would get the trump card.

At this moment, the man opposite her kicked her under the table with the tip of his shiny leather shoe, causing her feet to move.

Just like that, a hidden game of intimacy between them began.

Tang Mo’er immediately glanced up and gave Gu Mohan a pointed look. The man took a cigar from Lu Yan and lit it up. With one arm resting on the table and the cigar sandwiched between his fingers, he took an elegant puff of the cigar. Frowning at her, he puffed out smoke into her face in a lazy manner.

This… scoundrel!

Tang Mo’er couldn’t stop the blush making its mark across her cheeks. This Mr Gu truly excelled at behaving like a gangster.

In the beginning, she had wanted to stare at the man, however, she was seized by a sudden impulse and her red lips formed a seductive smirk, before she gave the man a radiant smile.

Gu Mohan, whose eyes were hidden behind the smoke, were narrowed, yet also sharp and playful as he cast his gaze on her.

What was his kitten up to?

Kicking off her stilettos under the table, Tang Mo’er stretched out a dainty foot and without warning, it made its way up and onto his muscular thigh.

!!!

What a wild kitten she was!

Gu Mohan’s tall and straight body stiffened and his face froze. The tables had turned, he was now the passive one as she became more aggressive.

Inching further and further up, Tang Mo’er closed in on his trousers and felt his… intense response. Finding its target, her toes moved vigorously and traced out the word—F*ck.

Straight after, she retracted her feet.

F*ck.

“Ah.” With the cigarette sandwiched between his lips, Gu Mohan laughed.

Lu Yan ate the grapes fed by the sexy beauty beside him. He smirked at Gu Mohan. “Stop your flirting.

Long Er was confused. “President Gu, why are you suddenly laughing?”

Gu Mohan raised his eyebrows, his eyes narrowed dangerously like a sleeping panther. “Nothing. I just thought of a woman telling me… f*ck.”

“F*ck? Haha. Mr Gu, does this woman want to f*ck you?”

Tang Mo’er was at a loss for words.

F*ck was a vulgarity used to scold others.

Oh… It seemed like it also meant… sex.

“Mm, I know. There are always women who want to f*ck me.” Gu Mohan replied.

Tang Mo’er almost vomited blood.

After the underling had distributed the cards, the four of them looked down at their cards. To Tang Mo’er, it was as if she could go out and buy the lottery. Somehow, she had the biggest card among all of them.

“Little beauty, you sure have good luck. Look at our cards as you like. Who do you want to sleep with?” Long Er asked Tang Mo’er as he gave her a fierce stare.

Tang Mo’er slowly turned to look at the faces of the three men.

“Tang Mo’er,” said Gu Mohan as his narrow gaze landed on her. He gave her a sharp look. “Make it clear to us. Who do you want to sleep with?”

Tang Mo’er smiled, “Mr Gu, why are you so eager? Also, what right do you have to ask me, given that you’re my ex?”

“Ex?” Long Er was stunned.

“Shut up!” Gu Mohan stared at Long Er. He looked at the woman opposite him. “Did I agree to the break up?”

“It doesn’t matter whether you agree or not. What matters is that I’ve dumped you and I’m back to being single. There are plenty more fish in the sea. I can sleep with whoever I want.”