A man who let a woman light his cigarette meant there was bound to be some intimacy between them. However, it was better than calling him "husband".
Tang Mo'er stood up and went over to Gu Mohan.
She picked up the cigarette box next to his hands and took one out. She passed it to him. "President Gu, here you go."
Gu Mohan did not take it. Instead, he took her small hand and led her to put the cigarette between his lips.
She wasn't sure if it was deliberate or not. His lips had grazed her soft fingertips. The sexy texture of his lips, both soft and cool at the same time, numbed her hands just like a scorching electrical shock.
Tang Mo'er's pale face turned a flaming red.
