"Get lost, don't touch me with your filthy hands!" Tang Mo'er spat as she was placed on the floor. The movement had woken her, though she was still too weak to move. All she could do was to look at this man with scorn and loathing on her face.
Han Dong's eyes were blood red with lust. Tang Mo'er had been a beauty even at a young age. Back then, she already had the flawless skin and kissable lips, accompanied with a petite body, that made her a stunner. Even at a young age, she was simply irresistible.
They had lived together in the same house for a period of time, Tang Mo'er addressed him as Uncle in her timid little voice. Her breathless voice was even more enchanting than any of his secretary's, when the woman moaned beneath him in bed. It was like a taboo that excited him every moment, his blood pumped furiously whenever Mo'er called him.
