Survival

After the 'Love Poison' was injected into his arm, Gu Mohan lifted his blanket, got into bed and lay down beside Tang Mo'er. Stretching out his well-defined fingers, he caressed her delicate, exquisite face with a gentleness that was never shown to anyone other than her.

A pair of willowy eyebrows, luscious eyelashes, a delicate nose, and little red lips… there was nothing that was not perfectly carved out. His fingers stroked her face lovingly, every inch of his touch filled with tenderness.

Mo'er.

His Mo'er.

Gu Mohan stretched out his strong arm, and enveloped her delicate body in his broad embrace. His head was buried in her neck as he slowly closed his reddened eyes and muttered, "Mo'er, I wish to hear you call me… Mr Gu…"

…

Tang Mo'er had a very long dream.