บท 952: The Chaplet, the Robes, and the Town Painted Red

Gu Mohan pressed onto Tang Mo'er.

"Gu Mohan, you can't!" A red-faced Tang Mo'er quickly pushed his wandering hand away.

Gu Mohan frowned unhappily, fixing her with his deep and fiery gaze. "Mo'er, don't tell me you were just teasing me? I was ready to take it off."

Tang Mo'er looked down. His black belt was already undone.

How fast!

"We need to go over to Young Master Fu's place. It's Little Lemon's birthday, how can we be late?"

"How much time do we need?"

"An hour, but we need half an hour to drive there. Is half an hour enough for you?" Tang Mo'er raised her beautiful brows as she asked him. She seemed to be half-teasing and half-provoking him. Gu Mohan pinched her cheeks and swore.

"F*ck, it's been a month since I touched you. I'm about to explode."

Tang Mo'er stayed quiet.

Then she smacked his hand away. "It's better that you put your belt on now rather than have to put your pants back on halfway, right?"