Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

"Now that you know how painful it feels, do you still want to fight?" he asked in a low voice.

"It was He Ling and Li Feifei's fault. They intentionally changed my roster and asked me to be on duty today. I didn't get to register my name for the designer intern position. Mr Gu, you are the President of the Gu Corporation. Could you please give me a chance? I want to register myself." Tang Mo'er looked at the man, her bright and glimmering eyes filled with hope.

Gu Mohan helped bandage her hand, then replied, "There are rules for everything. You have missed the timing for registration, and so you've missed this opportunity. Why should I help you?"

He was unwilling to help her.

"Mr Gu, I beg you. Please help me this time, I really need this opportunity!"

Gu Mohan packed the first-aid box and got up, and the corner of his black suit swept across her coldly. "I will not help you."

Mr Gu!

Gu Mohan glanced into the bathroom. "Go and get yourself a shower. I will ask someone to give you a set of clean clothes later."

Tang Mo'er looked at herself. She was filthy all over. She had rolled on the ground, and the man must have thought that she was dirty, as he had a high standard of cleanliness.

With her head down, she entered the bathroom.

…

Gu Mohan stood outside waiting, and soon after, a shrill cry erupted, "Ah!"

He stiffened and quickly went to the bathroom door and knocked on the door. "Tang Mo'er, what happened?"

"Bluse, return me my clothes now!" Tang Mo'er shrieked.

Gu Mohan looked towards the sickbay. Bluse was initially lying down there obediently, but now he was missing again.

Bluse had secretly crept into the bathroom.

"Gu Mohan!"

He turned the doorknob easily with his well-defined large palm, pushed the door open, and entered the bathroom.

There was a post-shower fragrance lingering in the bathroom. Tang Mo'er was staring wide-eyed at Bluse. In Bluse's mouth, there was… a woman's lacy underwear.

The bathroom door suddenly opened. Gu Mohan and Tang Mo'er's eyes met. A few seconds later, Tang Mo'er swiftly used her fair arms to cover her face and gave a shrill cry. "Ah!"

She was wearing a skirt, but Bluse had taken her underwear away, and the top half of her body was naked.

Completely naked and exposed to him, she felt even more vulnerable and naked and she immediately covered her face.

Gu Mohan's dark eyes suddenly narrowed. His eyes swiftly moved away from her body, and he waved his arm in front of Bluse. "Let go of the clothes!"

Faced with its master's fierce and threatening look, Bluse released the underwear and ran away with its tail between its legs.

There were just the both of them left in the bathroom. Gu Mohan's throat tightened and he placed the underwear onto the washstand and turned around. "I've placed the clothes here. I'm going out now."

"Mr Gu…" He heard a woman's voice and the rustling sound of her wearing clothes.

His footsteps paused. At this point, the pure scent of a young woman floated into his nose. His long index finger was grabbed by a little hand.

Tang Mo'er had run out of the bathroom fully clothed. She was pulling his index finger.

This action…

Gu Mohan's tall and handsome body stiffened. His heart felt as though a feather had lightly stroked it. When she grabbed his finger, ripples formed in the depths of his heart.

Was it deja vu? It felt like this had happened before.

"Mr Gu, I really want to register. Could you give me another chance?" Tang Mo'er gently begged him.

She really did not want to miss this opportunity.

Gu Mohan's throat bobbed. His mind was filled with the scene he had seen just now - her wet hair cascading down her smooth shoulders, and her delicate skin, which was as fair as the suet of a sheep, dazzled his eyes. She had a very well-endowed figure.

He had taken a look. She should be about size 84.

His fingers moved and his hand itched. He could not say aloud what he was thinking.

This was not the place to talk. His nose was filled with her womanly scent and his voice was hoarse. "There's no need to discuss any further about this matter."

After speaking, he withdrew his index finger and left.

He was still unwilling.

He was so heartless.

Tang Mo'er bit down on her moist lower lip. She hatefully looked at his determined retreating back and suddenly ran up to him. Her fists pummeled onto his back, and she even stretched her leg out to kick his muscular thigh.

Gu Mohan froze. She had actually hit him.

This woman!

He did not feel any pain at all, and it merely felt like she was scratching his itch when she hit him. The muscles beneath his suit were bulked up and as hard as steel.

His handsome face was solemn and his tone was stern. "Tang Mo'er, you'd better stop!"

"Jerk! You big jerk!" Tang Mo'er was furious and hit him relentlessly.

Gu Mohan's muscular chest started to heave. His hands were balled up into fists. He turned around, and his well-defined large hand reached out and gripped her slender wrist.

He strode forward and threw her onto the washstand. He raised his tall and handsome body and blocked her delicate body. "Tang Mo'er, do you still dare to hit me?"

His low voice was laced with a tinge of oppressiveness, and he gave her a dangerous stare. Tang Mo'er's eyes reddened again.

She was at the brink of tears again.

Mr Gu was such a bully!

Gu Mohan stiffened and his handsome face looked especially dreadful. Was she made of water? Why could she cry at the drop of a hat?

When Li Feifei and the other female classmates were hitting her, she was as tough as nails and did not cry at all. How was it that she cried when she was with him?

"Tang Mo'er, you are really unreasonable. What are you crying about now when you were the one who hit me?"

Looking at his familiar but foreign handsome face, Tang Mo'er initially did not want to let her tears fall, but now big droplets of luminous tears came streaming down her face.

He was not her Mr Gu anymore.

She cried.

She really cried.

Gu Mohan pursed his thin lips stiffly. His arms were still encircled around her, and her delicate body was in his embrace. She looked at him with tears in her eyes, while sobbing away, and she cut a pitiful but stubborn figure.

"Tang Mo'er, if you keep crying, I'm leaving!" He threatened in a low voice.

Tang Mo'er tiptoed, opened her little mouth, and bit down on his neck deeply.

Gu Mohan tolerated the pain. The veins on his forehead throbbed from the stinging pain of her bite, but he did not even flinch. He stiffened his body and allowed her to bite him, so that she could vent her anger on him.

Was she a dog? Why was she biting him?

The two of them were breathing harshly in the quiet bathroom.

Tang Mo'er had vented enough. She released his neck, and her fair hands slovenly wiped her tears. "Gu Mohan, are you going to help me or not?"

Gu Mohan did not say a word.

"If you do not help me. I will call Jun Xiyan now and tell her that you have seen my naked chest."

"…" Gu Mohan's handsome eyes promptly reddened as they pierced into her. "Tang Mo'er, is this your way to get me to agree? Xiyan will think that you have shown me your chest of your own accord."

"Then how about this?" Tang Mo'er reached out for his large palm and placed it over her clothed chest.