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!
Her line of vision soon turned dark as he stepped closer to her, his tall, masculine body blocking her light. Bending down, his large palms brushed her face with a gentleness she didn't expect.
