Tang Mo'er's eyes were shaking as she started to resist him. "I'll settle my own matters, although you're my man, I don't want to be dependent on you. You're going to grow sick of me one day if this continues. So, I'm going to remain as a strong and independent woman deserving of your admiration."
"Ha." He let out a deep, guttural laugh.
His magnetic voice surrounded her ear drums and goosebumps formed on her arms. Curling her delicate fingers into a fist, she punched him, while using a soft, flirtatious voice, "Why are you laughing? You're not allowed to laugh at me!"
Gu Mohan held her tiny wrists and placed them above her head. "The truth is that men only get sick of women when they don't satisfy them in bed. If you've got the time to become a woman worthy of my admiration, why don't you work harder to make me addicted to you, keep me in your bed forever."
