1315 Reunion (7)

Gu Mohan entered and gave a backward kick to close the laundry room door.

Shoving both his hands into his pockets, he leaned his strong shoulders lazily against the wall as he gazed at Tang Mo'er's petite figure.

Hearing the noise, Tang Mo'er instinctively knew he had come. Her snow-white earlobes felt warm, feeling even more as if she was washing something that she shouldn't be washing.

"Sisi… how did she come about?" Gu Mohan reached out his tongue and licked his chapped lips. He continued in a raspy voice. "I remember… I had not touched you for over half a year… no, it had been a whole year…"

He really had not touched her for a very long time.

For these two wet dreams of his, he had only dreamed of her biting him. He could no longer remember the kind of hot thrill she used to bring him.

Tang Mo'er shoved the bedsheet and covers into the washing machine, before starting it up.