Chapter 377 - Call Me Husband

Chapter 377: Call Me Husband

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Tang Mo’er’s breath tightened and she quickly threw the nightdress on the floor. Her hands were wet and her nightdress was ‘stained’ and dirty.

Her head dropped and she ran into the bathroom.

...

In the bathroom, Tang Mo’er stood in front of the sink washing her hands vigorously. Why did he take her nightdress? His intentions were obvious.

What a pervert!

Just as she had finished washing her hands and was about to leave, a towering figure stood in front of her, blocking her from leaving. He stood lazily against the door frame, his hands shoved into his pocket. His narrow eyes gazed at her, overlooking her red hands and embarrassed face.

“Are you angry?”

Tang Mo’er glared at him in anger. “Despicable!”

However, Gu Mohan stretched his leg out and prevented her from leaving. He raised his eyebrows. “What part of me is despicable? You’d better make things clear before you leave.”

His shamelessness was beyond words. He had done such a thing and was now demanding an apology from her?!

But he was getting too close.

Tang Mo’er looked up at the handsome face in front of her and bit her lip. Choosing her battle, she bowed her head. “President Gu, sorry.”

Seeing that she was so obedient despite being angered, Gu Mohan lifted the corner of his lips and gave her a tender smile.

“President Gu, is that fine then? Can I leave now?”

“No. Even though you’ve apologized, I haven’t accepted your apology.”

“Gu Mohan!”

Gu Mohan towered over her. He bent down and whispered in her ears, “Tang Mo’er, call me... husband.”

Call him... husband?

Tang Mo’er’s pupils contracted and she looked at him in the eyes. What... was he talking about? Why would he tell her to do such a thing?

Gu Mohan bent down. Both of their faces were practically against each others, their breath hot and intense as their gazes locked together. The fragrant scent from the woman’s body drifted into his nose, her small pouty lips in his line of sight. The man’s adam’s apple moved up and down and his voice was raspy and hoarse, “Mo’er, be good. Call me husband. I want to hear you say it.”

Hearing his coaxing and soothing deep voice tickle her ear, Tang Mo’er felt flustered as her face heated to a deep red.