Tang Mo'er's breath tightened and she quickly threw the nightdress on the floor. Her hands were wet and her nightdress was 'stained' and dirty.
Her head dropped and she ran into the bathroom.
…
In the bathroom, Tang Mo'er stood in front of the sink washing her hands vigorously. Why did he take her nightdress? His intentions were obvious.
What a pervert!
Just as she had finished washing her hands and was about to leave, a towering figure stood in front of her, blocking her from leaving. He stood lazily against the door frame, his hands shoved into his pocket. His narrow eyes gazed at her, overlooking her red hands and embarrassed face.
"Are you angry?"
Tang Mo'er glared at him in anger. "Despicable!"
However, Gu Mohan stretched his leg out and prevented her from leaving. He raised his eyebrows. "What part of me is despicable? You'd better make things clear before you leave."
