140 Tang Moser, We Owe You a Centurys Worth of Love (2/2)

The disgusting memories immediately flashed in Tang Mo'er's mind, she glared at him with an emotionless expression.

”Mo'er, your mom sent me here, she said that no matter what, Xiaowan is your sister and we are a family. You shouldn't be too ruthless in your ways.”

As he spoke, his eyes raked over Tang Mo'er in an inappropriate manner as his eyes blazed with intent and desire. Dressed in a silk nightdress, he could see her her exquisite collarbones and shoulders exposed, teasing him in a most provocative way. Her young body was sensual and ripe for the picking, exuding an inexhaustible charm. Swallowing, he licked his dry lips and inched forward, catching a whiff of her womanly scent through the gap in the door.

”Mo'er, you smell so good, how is that your chest has gotten so big. I never realized you'd have such a well-developed chest—Ah!”

Tang Mo'er had reached for a high heel from the shoe cabinet and used it to strike Han Dong on the head with as much strength as she could muster.

Han Dong screamed and pressed against his head, he felt blood on his hand.

”Garbage!”

Kicking out his foot, she screamed at him and slammed the door.

…

Alone in the hotel room, Tang Mo'er sat on her bed with no expression, her heart pounding in her chest like a jackhammer. All of a sudden, there was a loud ”bam!” and the lights in the room switched off, flooding her in darkness.

The curtains were closed and she couldn't see anything. Tang Mo'er jumped off the bed after being shocked by the darkness in the room, trying to get to the windows to pull open the curtains and let in some light.

In her haste, she tripped and she fell on the carpet, slightly disoriented as she struggled to get up. Her stomach was in pain and she felt a hot liquid seep out from below.

Am I bleeding?

No…

Could it be… a miscarriage?