Tang Mo'er looked as if she had been drenched by a bucket of cold water. She retracted her gaze and kept Gu Mohan's handsome face in her mind. What was she doing?
In her opinion, sex was something that both genders could do provided it did not turn into some kind of emotionless transaction.
Two small delicate hands wound their way around the man's hard chest. She bit her lower lip with her sparkling white teeth and shook her head vigorously, "No, I don't want to."
The cigarette propped between the man's fingers had by now burnt halfway. Gu Mohan got up. Putting the cigarette between his thin lips, he took a deep breath and puffed out the smoke onto woman's face.
Tang Mo'er coughed as she choked on the cigarette smoke. She glared at him, "Why are you so evil?"
"Who's the evil one?" asked Gu Mohan cynically.
