Chapter 291: Mr Gu, You’ve Got a Knife on Your Head and You Should Be Careful to Not Let It Fall

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Tang Mo’er could no longer feel bad for him anymore. This man was an expert at spoiling the mood!

Gu Mohan quickly finished the bowl of noodles, he even drank the entire bowl of soup and placed the bowl down, seemingly satisfied.

“I’ll go and wash the dishes.”

Gu Mohan stretched out his muscular arm and held onto her slender waist. Without exerting too much strength, he pulled her into his arms, burrowing his head into her neck and breathing in her fragrant scent. “Wash the dishes tomorrow.”

Caught off guard, Tang Mo’er fell on his muscular thighs and struggled for a bit, trying to get up. However, she accidentally touched the injury on his left chest.

He stifled a groan of pain.

Hesitating slightly, Tang Mo’er paused, recalling that Jun Chulin had just given him a punch on the chest. “Mr Gu, did your injury open up again? Let me see.”

Without waiting for a response, she stretched out her delicate arms and pulled open his coat, revealing the green knit sweater inside that was completely soaked in blood.

His coat had served as a cover and from the way he had acted so normally, it was hard to tell he had a chest injury.

Tang Mo’er gasped. “Gu Mohan, your wound has split open again, why didn’t you tell anyone?”

Gu Mohan held her slender waist with one hand, smiling flirtatiously. “If you would stop looking for dates and provoking other men, I would probably sustain fewer injuries.”

“…”

He was just discharged from the hospital and Jun Chulin’s punch had caused him to sustain even more serious injuries. However, he still attempted to piggyback her around Karghalik without uttering a word. He didn’t cherish his own life!

And now he was joking about it! He was so infuriating!

“I’ll get the medicine box and dress your wound again.”

Very quickly, she brought over the medicine box and under the faint lights, Gu Mohan sat up straight on the couch and his upper body was bare. His perfectly tanned skin was exuding a healthy glow, accompanied with his taut abdomen exposing a firm six pack. In glaring contrast, his muscular chest had a b.l.o.o.d.y wound that was ripped open and fresh blood was oozing out profusely.

Tang Mo’er used a cotton bud to clean up the blood and sterilized the wound, and applied some medicine, before dressing and bandaging it up.

“Does it hurt?”

She was concerned about him and her long eyelashes fluttered around as she twisted her fingers together and felt terrible. Gu Mohan was pleased when he saw how worried she was.

“It hurts.”

“Really? Do you need me to head out and buy you some painkillers?”

Tang Mo’er turned around, wanting to leave but she couldn’t. His long legs were spread open and she stood between them, he held her legs in place between his muscular thighs and she couldn’t move and he pulled her body closer.

When she realized the ambiguous position they were in, her beautiful face blushed and her long eyelashes trembled as she chided him softly, “What are you doing?”

Ah.

The way she was acting was full of youthful emotions with a hint of exasperation. If anything, it made her even more enticing.

Gu Mohan looked at her, “I don’t want to have the painkillers sold in pharmacies, I want the painkiller in your mouth. Feed it to me.”

The painkiller in her mouth?

Lingering in his pa.s.sionate and straightforward gaze, Tang Mo’er recalled how he said wanted to eat something when they were in the car… this flirtatious scoundrel!

Tang Mo’er twisted her tiny waist around, not intending to give him any attention but he tyrannically grabbed her waist with utmost control and his voice was low and husky as he called her, “Mo’er.”

Mo’er.

Tang Mo’er’s legs went weak after hearing him call her name, her fair hands slowly raking through his short hair as she leaned over to kiss him on the lips.

She kissed him while using her tongue to glide against his lips, pus.h.i.+ng her little tongue inside his wanting mouth.

Gu Mohan breathing became heavier, he just wanted to just interlock his tongue with hers and bury himself in her lips again.

Tang Mo’er got out just in time, witnessing the desperate and undisguised l.u.s.t in his eyes, and she leaned on his shoulder while laughing. “Mr Gu, you’ve got a knife on your head, you should be careful to not let it fall[1.Refers to a saying where lascivious activities can lead bitter consequences].