Chapter 290 - Changing His Shoes

Chapter 290: Changing His Shoes

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

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Tang Mo’er’s delicate face was instantly red, she realized that she was fooled by him again!

Her fair hands were clenching tight on his knit sweater, as she allowed him to kiss her obediently. The only sound in her ears was the slippery, kissing sounds of their lips and tongues twisting together, that would make one flushed with excitement.

Gu Mohan wasn’t only a horny man, he even had to kiss in an erotic way that made her cheeks flush and all the rational thoughts fly out of her mind.

Very quickly, she felt the tip of her tongue going numb, she raised her hand to punch him and proceeded to push him away.

When their lips separated, there was a visible, long string of saliva linked by their moistened lips. Gu Mohan used his large palm to hold onto her tiny face, kissing and pecking her red lips, again and again. “Shall we go to your place or my place?”NewW novels updates at novelhall.com

“Let’s go to mine.”

...

In the apartment.

As soon as she got into the apartment, Tang Mo’er went inside the kitchen to cook some noodles. Since his high fever had only just subsided, he needed to have something lighter on the palate.

She cracked open two eggs in the noodles and added some fragrant greens. Mm, perfect. It had the right appearance, smell and a balanced taste.

“Mr Gu, the noodles are ready.”

This gentle side was revealed this night, as a woman changed his shoes for him with her side profile visibly beautiful.

What would it cost for this to last forever?

This scene, this moment, it would last eternally in his heart.

“Mr Gu, you’re awake?”

When she saw him waking up, Tang Mo’er gave him a radiant smile.

Gu Mohan shut his eyes, although his eyes were bloodshot, there was an inexplicable gentleness underneath. “Mm.”

“The noodles are ready, you should eat it while it’s still warm.” Tang Mo’er passed over the bowl of noodles and watched him.

Gu Mohan stretched over his palm and took the bowl and chopsticks, taking a generous portion into his mouth.

“Does it taste good?” Tang Mo’er asked.

Gu Mohan nodded. “It tastes good.”

“Your mother never cooked you noodles before?”

“No.”

Tang Mo’er felt her heart twist again, feeling sad for the pitiful child he had been.

Gu Mohan noticed her expression and raised an eyebrow. “What kind of look is that? Though my mother never cooked me noodles, I’ve had noodles that were cooked by the servants.”

Tang Mo’er, “...”