บท 436: Bullied

When he leaned over, Lingling's body almost liquefied from his clean, masculine scent. It was pleasant and attractive.

Lingling could no longer hold it in, she pounced on him.

But she didn't manage to fall into his arms, it only took him a second to stretch out his large palm and slap her away. She knocked into the wall with a loud thud and fell to the ground, just like a kite with a broken string, falling without grace.

Lingling vomited a mouthful of blood.

Piak. The lights in the room were turned on, Gu Mohan's deep and narrow eyes had landed on Lingling.

It wasn't Mo'er.

As he'd suspected.

…

Although the room was pitch black and he wasn't able to take a clear look of the woman hiding behind the curtains, he knew she wasn't Mo'er. She didn't smell like Mo'er at all.

Mo'er had a faint, natural maiden scent. On the contrary, this woman had a nauseating smell on her, it was both artificial and unpleasant.