Chapter 28 - Please Lift up Your Shirt, I’ll Help You Apply Ointment

Chapter 28: Please Lift up Your Shirt, I’ll Help You Apply Ointment

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Alright then. Tang Mo’er felt as though the heavens were definitely against her today.

“Your place is way too big. I didn’t notice it was your room when I came in earlier.”

“Does that mean you also didn’t know this shirt belonged to me when you wore it?”

Tang Mo’er didn’t have a response.

This man was so unbelievably petty. She had only gone into his room and worn his shirt. What was the big deal? When he blackmailed her into letting him stay at her house, she did not even ask him for any rental!

Did he dislike her for invading his privacy and touching his things? Previously while in the police station, she had cried till she looked like a buffoon and he had seen her in her worst state and cleaned her face up, even though he was disgusted. Tang Mo’er furrowed her eyebrows. Having lived with him for a few days, Tang Mo’er knew this man was strict towards his quality of life and was rather squeamish. Where did his prince-like tendencies come from?

“Does it hurt?” he asked in a low voice.

His movements were very gentle. Tang Mo’er shook her head, “No, it doesn’t hurt anymore.”

Gu Mohan looked at her tiny earlobes. They felt moist to the touch, tempting any person into biting into them. Her skin was fair and creamy to the touch.

“Any other injuries?”

“Yes, here.” Tang Mo’er pointed to her back. It was where she had hit a corner during the collision in the mall.

“Lift up your shirt, I’ll help you apply ointment.”

“Huh... Ah? Don’t worry about it!” Tang Mo’er immediately rejected him, her voice turning awkward. Even her facial expression had become unnatural.

“What’s wrong?” asked Gu Mohan as he narrowed his eyes at her face in warning.

She had developed well physically. From elementary school, she could walk straight with a natural gait that was poised and elegant. Her figure was perfect with curves in all the right places. She loved wearing high heels, swaying her shapely hips with her thin waist dancing as she walked.

As he had high standards, he had never looked at other women over the past few years. Thus, he was always mocked by Huo Beichen and the rest of the crowd. Indeed, he was not interested in mediocrity.

However, at the age of 30, he was mature enough to understand everything he should have known and was clear on his own standards as a male.