He Is Your Mr Gu

"Is… is there a power failure?" Tang Mo'er stammered.

Gu Mohan pressed his lips on her wet hair, it gave out an alluring scent that made him move closer, drawing in her scent till it intoxicated him. It smelled so good. "Hmm."

Somewhat unconsciously, he made a sound.

Tang Mo'er couldn't figure out why was there a power failure all of the sudden. She was held in his arms and she quickly grabbed a towel to cover her body. With her face all red, she whispered, "Mr Gu, could you please let go of me? I want to put on some clothes first."

Her delicate skin was pressed against him, he had worn a white shirt and the coldness of the shirt gave her goosebumps.

She wanted to avoid him, they were too close.

Gu Mohan kissed her wet hair heedlessly, speaking with a husky voice, "Put some clothes on? I assumed that you weren't planning to be clothed, since I saw you washing yourself… till you were fully clean… and nice-smelling."

"…"