15 Drunk (1/2)

”I'm really sorry, Mr Fu, Mr Huo. Something has come up and I'll have to leave first.” The rich heir lost all of his previous bravado and departed the scene hurriedly, like a dog with its tail between its legs.

…

After the man left, Gu Mohan loosened his grip on the petite woman in his arms, ”Can you walk on your own?”

Tang Mo'er was feeling dizzy. The effects of the alcohol was making her head spin like a rollercoaster. The two shots of 'One Night Stand' had kicked in slowly and the drunkenness was hitting her hard.

”I can.” She stood up and took a deliberate step away from him.

But just after taking just one step, she toppled ungraciously, her body falling towards the carpet.

Gu Mohan stretched his muscular arms out at the last moment and caught her body. He pressed his lips together, raising an eyebrow. His voice was deep and husky, ”Are you still going to drink so much next time?”

Tang Mo'er looked at him with her clear, watery eyes. She could only look at his stern expression. She shook her tiny head and unconsciously bowed her head. She wasn't going to drink again.

Why did she suddenly behave as though she was a kid who made a mistake?

Thinking about the delicious drink, she then nodded again to express her desire to drink again.

Gu Mohan pressed his lips together and his eyebrows furrowed into two distinct arches. He didn't speak a word and bent down towards her, his presence dominating as his shadow fell across her.

Tang Mo'er felt her heart leap in her chest as her body was suddenly suspended in the air, her legs dangling off his strong arms. She put her hands around his neck anxiously and wondered why he would hold her in his arms all of a sudden without uttering a word. His strength was undeniably masculine and she felt protected in his arms.

Huo Beichen whistled as if he had just watched a good show.

Gu Mohan flickered an impassive glance at Huo Beichen before he continued on with Tang Mo'er and left the building.

…

After exiting the bar, a cool breeze rippled past her face, sweeping her hair back gently. Tang Mo'er felt much better after the wind blew over her, but her body seemed to be getting hotter.

She looked at him, ”I'll call Uncle Foo over now…”