220 You Can Choose Who You Want to Have Sex with Tonigh (1/2)

Tang Mo'er astute and calm aura made her delicate face even more mesmerizing.

”F*ck!” Long Er cursed. ”I'm f*cking hard. What about the rest of you?”

”We're hard too!” His underlings hollered in response, their whoops filling the room.

”Alright, little beauty. You've got me. We'll include you in the game.” Long Er agreed.

As expected, Tang Mo'er sat down opposite Gu Mohan while Lu Yan and Long Er sat opposite each other. An underling started to distribute the cards.

In actual fact, Tang Mo'er was not as calm as she forced herself to appear. Her heart was pounding furiously, going a million miles a second as she secretly prayed to the heavens she would get the trump card.

At this moment, the man opposite her kicked her under the table with the tip of his shiny leather shoe, causing her feet to move.

Just like that, a hidden game of intimacy between them began.

Tang Mo'er immediately glanced up and gave Gu Mohan a pointed look. The man took a cigar from Lu Yan and lit it up. With one arm resting on the table and the cigar sandwiched between his fingers, he took an elegant puff of the cigar. Frowning at her, he puffed out smoke into her face in a lazy manner.

This… scoundrel!

Tang Mo'er couldn't stop the blush making its mark across her cheeks. This Mr Gu truly excelled at behaving like a gangster.

In the beginning, she had wanted to stare at the man, however, she was seized by a sudden impulse and her red lips formed a seductive smirk, before she gave the man a radiant smile.

Gu Mohan, whose eyes were hidden behind the smoke, were narrowed, yet also sharp and playful as he cast his gaze on her.

What was his kitten up to?

Kicking off her stilettos under the table, Tang Mo'er stretched out a dainty foot and without warning, it made its way up and onto his muscular thigh.

!!!

What a wild kitten she was!

Gu Mohan's tall and straight body stiffened and his face froze. The tables had turned, he was now the passive one as she became more aggressive.

Inching further and further up, Tang Mo'er closed in on his trousers and felt his… intense response. Finding its target, her toes moved vigorously and traced out the word—F*ck.

Straight after, she retracted her feet.