43 Tang Moser, Do You Think Ism Just like Your Stupid Ex-fiancé? (1/2)
What is this feeling?
She couldn't speak, she couldn't move. She felt more of a numb loss than a raging pain and anger. Su Zhe wasn't the Brother Su he used to be anymore. That person had disappeared.
Brother Su used to carry her around when she was tired from walking, he would go through the trouble of walking through many streets to buy her favorite snacks. He would carry her and comfort her by speaking to her and holding her in her loneliest and hardest times, 'Mo'er don't be sad. You aren't by yourself, I'll be by your side forever.'
She had thought that it was fine to not have her parents by her side. Brother Su would accompany her for the rest of her life. However, it seemed that in his eyes, the promises they had made many years ago were not able to withstand the attraction of temporary pleasure and satisfaction.
She suddenly felt pain on her jaw. Two long and slim fingers were pushing her jaws together and a masculine voice disrupted her bitter monologue, ”Tang Mo'er, why are you kissing me when you're still thinking about your ex-fiancé?”
Tang Mo'er pulled herself together and her eyes made their way up to his deep and narrow eyes. His gaze was penetrating as he looked at her, his expression cold and sharp.
Tang Mo'er frowned, ”He was my fiancé, it's such a waste if I don't watch this live stream in person. If anything, it's a chance to judge his capabilities.”
Gu Mohan raised the corner of his lips and asked with great interest, ”How is he?”
Tang Mo'er raised her brows and replied mockingly, hoping to pick a fight, ”What a shame, he really is good.”
”…”
This woman was saying it on purpose. Gu Mohan held her tiny waist and pulled her towards him, ”I'll allow you to be inexperienced now, but I'll definitely show you what's better in the future.”
”…”
Great, this was the arrogant Mr Gu that she knew!
Tang Mo'er had just realized that they were locked in a decidedly ambiguous position. Their bodies were indecently close and with her head tilted back, their lips were too close as they murmured to each other. She was still holding on to his shirt at the front of his chest and she had caused a deep crease to form.
Her tiny face was now a delicate shade of pink-red and was warming rapidly. She hurriedly pushed him away, ”Let go of me.”
”You're trying to kick me to the curb now that I've I outlived my usefulness, right, Tang Mo'er? How heartless, you're treating me just like your stupid ex-fiancé.”
His words were powerful.