195 Her Name Carved on His Wais (1/2)

Tang Mo'ers pale face looked intoxicated, the temperature in the bathroom increasing as time went by,

”Do you want to see? When the medicine was most potent I was in a daze so I used a penknife to cut my lower waist lightly. The injury is nothing serious. It's alright if you don't see it.”

Tang Mo'er hesitated. She stretched her small hands out and unbuckled his belt.

When she looked down, she felt there was a fiery yet dull gaze set on her. Her face blushed lightly that even her hands clenched tightly. As she had no experience unbuckling a man's belt, she took a really long time to unbuckle it.

She felt anxious and her actions were flustered.

”Ha.” he chuckled softly.

Tang Mo'er felt as if her ears were burning red from embarrassment. She retracted her hand, ”I can't unbuckle. You unbuckle it yourself!”

She was so angry that she raised her eyes in a rushed manner, it was if she was rushing to have her meal. Dripping with sensuality, her black wet hair, red lips and delicate muscles could easily arouse men. Gu Mohan unbuckled his belt himself.

Tang Mo'er gasped in shock, his lower waist were covered with slit marks. Although they were shallow cuts, they covered his strong muscles in an unruly manner. However, upon closer inspection, it would definitely shock anyone.

She stretched out her soft fingertips, tracing over the cuts, with tears welling up in her eyes. ”Does it hurt?”

The places where her fingertips had touched had already formed scabs. Gu Mohan raised his eyebrow at her reaction and cleared his throat. ”It doesn't hurt. Mo'er, can you see what I've carved?”

Mo'er did not see clearly as her tears had blurred her vision. She took deep breaths and went to take a closer look. Among the messy slit marks, she spotted a chinese character inscribed —- Mo.