Tang Mo'er felt pain in her lips. He had forcefully pressed on her lips. There was still a smile on his handsome face, but the aura that he exuded was cold enough to make one shiver with fear.
She stretched her fair hand out to push his large hand away. "Gu Mohan, it's not my fault that I was born beautiful. I was also unable to control the fact that Huo Beichen got aroused. In order to prevent me from acting, you vented your anger on my lips. Aren't you being too childish?"
Childish?
Gu Mohan's expression did not change after hearing this word. He raised a good-looking eyebrow. "Yes, you've reminded me, Mo'er. To kiss your lips swollen is certainly too childish. I have an idea to stop you from acting in kissing scenes."
"Gu Mohan, w-what are you thinking of doing?" Tang Mo'er's delicate, exquisite features became perplexed and she furrowed her eyebrows.
