บท 291: Mr Gu, You've Got a Knife on Your Head and You Should Be Careful to Not Let It Fall

Tang Mo'er could no longer feel bad for him anymore. This man was an expert at spoiling the mood!

Gu Mohan quickly finished the bowl of noodles, he even drank the entire bowl of soup and placed the bowl down, seemingly satisfied.

"I'll go and wash the dishes."

Gu Mohan stretched out his muscular arm and held onto her slender waist. Without exerting too much strength, he pulled her into his arms, burrowing his head into her neck and breathing in her fragrant scent. "Wash the dishes tomorrow."

Caught off guard, Tang Mo'er fell on his muscular thighs and struggled for a bit, trying to get up. However, she accidentally touched the injury on his left chest.

He stifled a groan of pain.

Hesitating slightly, Tang Mo'er paused, recalling that Jun Chulin had just given him a punch on the chest. "Mr Gu, did your injury open up again? Let me see."