707 How Many Nice-Smelling Women Have You Hugged? (1/2)

It always liked to pull women's skirts!

Tang Mo'er tried hard to calm down. She was fearful her reactions would agitate this humongous golden-fur creature. She did not want this Golden Fur to pounce and bite her.

She grasped her skirt with one hand and attempted to pull the material back from Golden Fur's mouth with the other hand. She coaxed in a gentle voice, \”Golden Fur, be good. Return the skirt to me. It's not polite at all to bite a woman's skirt. If you tear my skirt, I will ask for compensation from your Master. My skirt is not cheap at all.\”

The waiter stood dumbly at one side. He did not dare to touch Golden Fur because it was Mr Gu's dog.

Tang Mo'er was feeling utterly helpless when the luxurious private room door opened behind her.

She heard a low and irresistible voice. \”Bluse, come here.\”

Upon hearing the voice, Tang Mo'er turned around to see a tall, handsome figure standing by the door of the private room.

It was Gu Mohan.

Today, Gu Mohan was wearing a tailored white shirt and black trousers. The premium shirt was ironed perfectly with no creases, and the sleeves of the shirt was rolled up, revealing his muscular forearms. He was wearing an expensive luxury watch on his wrist. He exuded an aloof and cold demeanor.

It had been three years since they met. This man had become more sophisticated and mature as time went by, and there was an indescribable charm about him.

Gu Mohan stood there. His deep and narrow eyes landed on Tang Mo'er's small face.

He had never expected to bump into a stranger that he was most familiar with.

To think that she had returned three years later.

Tang Mo'er met the man's eyes. A few seconds later, she evaded his gaze as she did not know him.

But he seemed to be Golden Fur's master.

She lowered her luscious, thick lashes and looked at Bluse. She said in a threatening voice, \”Your Master is here. Quickly release my skirt, if not I will ask your Master why you like to tug at women's skirts!\”

Woof woof woof.

Bluse gave a few barks and ran towards Gu Mohan with Tang Mo'er's skirt in its mouth.

Bluse ran too quickly and Tang Mo'er was pulled along vigorously. She was caught off-guard, and her delicate body lunged forward.

Ah!

Tang Mo'er's face went pale and she gave out a cry. She closed her eyes and waited for herself to land on the carpet.

But at this moment, a strong arm reached over and held her svelte waist. The man pulled vigorously, and she landed in a warm and broad embrace.

Surprised, Tang Mo'er knocked her little face against his chest. It hurt. Her delicate nose was almost knocked crooked.

The man's chest was like a wall and it was very hard.

Her luscious lashes quivered and tears welled up in her eyes from the pain. She raised her head and looked up. \”Sir, I think you should discipline your Golden Fur properly. It should not be pulling on women's skirts.\”

Gu Mohan held her svelte waist with one hand and looked down at the woman in his arms. He curved his thin lips. \”Sir?\”

His low and irresistible voice was laced with a tinge of scorn.

Sir.

This term that she used to address him sounded ludicrous to him.

Tang Mo'er furrowed her pretty brows in displeasure at his attitude. Just then, she sniffed a masculine, clean scent. He seemed to have smoked, and there was a faint nicotine scent which was very pleasant smelling.

This scent made her heart skip a beat.

\”Sir, let go of me!\” She wriggled her waist but was unable to extricate herself from him.