Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Tang Mo'er's breath tightened and she quickly threw the nightdress on the floor. Her hands were wet and her nightdress was 'stained' and dirty.

Her head dropped and she ran into the bathroom.

…

In the bathroom, Tang Mo'er stood in front of the sink washing her hands vigorously. Why did he take her nightdress? His intentions were obvious.

What a pervert!

Just as she had finished washing her hands and was about to leave, a towering figure stood in front of her, blocking her from leaving. He stood lazily against the door frame, his hands shoved into his pocket. His narrow eyes gazed at her, overlooking her red hands and embarrassed face.

"Are you angry?"

Tang Mo'er glared at him in anger. "Despicable!"

However, Gu Mohan stretched his leg out and prevented her from leaving. He raised his eyebrows. "What part of me is despicable? You'd better make things clear before you leave."

He stuck his leg mid-air, not letting her leave. Tang Mo'er thought of him as those gangsters on the streets, who often used such methods to hook up young girls. Who knew that the Capital's wealthiest and most successful businessman would succumb to such mannerisms too?

"Do you need me to spell out what you have done?"

Gu Mohan retracted his leg, his large build pressing against her. "I'm really not sure what I did wrong. You lashed out at me even though I did nothing wrong. If you don't tell me the reason why you lashed out at me, then I won't let you leave."

As the man's pleasant yet masculine aura surrounded her, Tang Mo'er stepped back unconsciously. She did not dare to let him come close, if he did, she wouldn't be able to control her feelings and she was sure she'd be charmed by his devilish words again.

Her back hit the wall, there was nowhere to move.

His body stalked forward, blocking her line of sight as he inched closer to her. Within seconds, his large body towered over her and pinned her against the wall.

Tang Mo'er blushed hard. He did not dare to admit what he had done and still forced her to say it out loud?

Pervert!

He took her nightdress and…

Tang Mo'er could not bear to say it.

Just the thought made her blush to the tips of her hair!

"You can't say tell me the reason, yet you stand there cursing me? You'd better apologize to me now."

"…"

His shamelessness was beyond words. He had done such a thing and was now demanding an apology from her?!

But he was getting too close.

Tang Mo'er looked up at the handsome face in front of her and bit her lip. Choosing her battle, she bowed her head. "President Gu, sorry."

Seeing that she was so obedient despite being angered, Gu Mohan lifted the corner of his lips and gave her a tender smile.

"President Gu, is that fine then? Can I leave now?"

"No. Even though you've apologized, I haven't accepted your apology."

"Gu Mohan!"

Gu Mohan towered over her. He bent down and whispered in her ears, "Tang Mo'er, call me… husband."

Call him… husband?

Tang Mo'er's pupils contracted and she looked at him in the eyes. What… was he talking about? Why would he tell her to do such a thing?

Gu Mohan bent down. Both of their faces were practically against each others, their breath hot and intense as their gazes locked together. The fragrant scent from the woman's body drifted into his nose, her small pouty lips in his line of sight. The man's adam's apple moved up and down and his voice was raspy and hoarse, "Mo'er, be good. Call me husband. I want to hear you say it."

Hearing his coaxing and soothing deep voice tickle her ear, Tang Mo'er felt flustered as her face heated to a deep red.