His large palms were distinct as he held her shoulder. He pushed her away a little and said, "Tang Mo'er, so are you trying to get me to leave after giving so few benefits, hm?"
Tang Mo'er's pale face was slowly blushing with his mature and straightforward gaze. She lay on his wide chest and her fingers began a sensual dance that roamed over his body, a gentle caress from his Adam's apple, down his chiselled abdomen and all the way down…
…
After half an hour, Tang Mo'er washed her hands while standing in front of the bathroom counter. Her tiny face was still red and her breathing quavered.
Gu Mohan stood behind her and held onto her tiny waist. His handsome eyes exuded a lazy sort of decadence after being thoroughly indulged. Seeing that her fair hands were about to turn red from scrubbing, he placed his lips on her snow-white ear and whispered teasingly, "Enough, your hands are already clean."
Tang Mo'er switched off the tap.
