"…"
Tang Mo'er giggled as he rubbed his stubble on his chin against her creamy skin. It was itchy yet painful at the same time. Her delicate hands raked through his short hair, her soft voice coaxing him, "Mr Gu, don't be lazy. Quick, get up."
Gu Mohan hugged her and pinned her down onto the bed, her body was just so soft. All he cared about was to hold her down onto the bed, not letting her get up.
"You're so lazy!" Tang Mo'er clenched her fists and punched his muscular abs.
Gu Mohan kissed her red lips forcefully and got up.
On that very morning, the atmosphere in the room was one filled with love.
…
After Gu Mohan had finished washing up, he opened the room door and went back to the corridor. Fu Qinglun leaned lazily against the wall, his hands shoved into his pocket. His fingers held a cigarette in between and he looked solemn and depressed.
Gu Mohan approached him and murmured, "What's wrong?"
