บท 707: How Many Nice-Smelling Women Have You Hugged?

It always liked to pull women's skirts!

Tang Mo'er tried hard to calm down. She was fearful her reactions would agitate this humongous golden-fur creature. She did not want this Golden Fur to pounce and bite her.

She grasped her skirt with one hand and attempted to pull the material back from Golden Fur's mouth with the other hand. She coaxed in a gentle voice, "Golden Fur, be good. Return the skirt to me. It's not polite at all to bite a woman's skirt. If you tear my skirt, I will ask for compensation from your Master. My skirt is not cheap at all."

The waiter stood dumbly at one side. He did not dare to touch Golden Fur because it was Mr Gu's dog.

Tang Mo'er was feeling utterly helpless when the luxurious private room door opened behind her.

She heard a low and irresistible voice. "Bluse, come here."

Upon hearing the voice, Tang Mo'er turned around to see a tall, handsome figure standing by the door of the private room.