64 Tang Moser, Its Fine If Yousre Stupid, But Now You Think Yousre Capable? (2/2)

He moved closer and stretched out a large palm. Slash! The white sleeves on his sturdy sleeves revealed a cut across his suit.

His two slender fingers pinched onto the sharp blade. He slowly tried to pry the knife from Tang Mo'er's trembling hands.

Tang Mo'er's mental state had reached its limit. In addition to being drugged, she had lost all ability to think and didn't appear to recognize him, ”Ah! Don't touch me!”

She screamed in agitation. At her sudden movement, the sharp blade had cut into the delicate skin across her neck.

Gu Mohan's gaze turned dark. He grabbed the sharp blade with his thumb and index finger with all his might. Not wanting to see her hurt, he shouted, ”Let go!”

”President, you're injured.”

Yan Dong immediately came forward as Gu Mohan's palm had a bleeding wound. Gu Mohan signalled to Yan Dong not to come forward.

He stretched out his other palm and held the back of Tang Mo'er's head. His right hand held slowly onto the blade, his voice deep and soothing as he coaxed her gently, ”Good girl. Mo'er, let go of the knife. Don't hurt yourself anymore.”

Hearing this warm, familiar voice, Tang Mo'er regained a little focus. Gu Mohan's handsome face appeared in her line of vision. She was stunned.

”Gu Mohan?”

”Mm, it's me. Don't be scared, I'm here. No one will bully you with me around.” said Gu Mohan as he grabbed the knife from her hands and threw it on the carpet.

A warm feeling stirred from the tips of her fingers and rushed through her freezing limbs as her heart trembled in relief. She fell into his arms as she lost all of her remaining strength. Gu Mohan was here. She was safe.

Gu Mohan stretched out his muscular arms and held onto her slender waist. Then, he pulled her into his arms, embracing her.