Call him husband.
Tang Mo'er was almost tempted to do so. In order to hold down her emotions and remain rational and calm, she clenched her tiny fists so hard they formed crescent moons against her dainty palms.
"Aren't you going to marry to Lu Qi'er? Ask her to call you husband then."
Gu Mohan stretched out his hand and held her tiny waist, pulling her onto his lap. He whispered, "Tang Mo'er, one day, you'll call me your husband."
Tang Mo'er raised her eyebrows and snorted.
Gu Mohan's facial expression changed and he asked anxiously, "What's wrong? Where does it hurt?"
Seeing his concern, Tang Mo'er was reminded of his violent actions that very night when he was drunk.
As much as she loved him, she would never forget the torture and physical abuse he put her through when she was already at her worst.
