"Come on, dear husband, I just want to hug you." Tang Mo'er pounced on him, wrapping her arms around his sturdy waist.
Understandably, Gu Mohan was still angry. He had already held back for the past half a month. They were supposed to spend the night together, but she was planning to ditch him again.
But she was still wrapped around him so softly, acting coy with him and pining for his love.
Gu Mohan scoffed coldly. He was angry and wanted to teach her a lesson. "Tang Mo'er, you already knew that I wouldn't be able to do anything to you right?"
Tang Mo'er lifted her face in his embrace. "Dear husband, you're really mad, aren't you? Then how about this, hit me. I'll let you hit my face."
Gu Mohan remained silent. In fact, he could see vaguely in her eyes her pleasure at seeing him suffer.
How dare she mess with him.
Gu Mohan's large palms cupped around her perky butt, and he gave her a slap without holding anything back.
