The Self-Defense Function Is Great

Gu Xiaoran stopped talking.

She had been taken here by Mo Qing out of the blue, and had also been given new clothes worth more than a million yuan the day before. Anyone would think that she was Mo Qing's kept woman, and it was expected that she would be looked down upon.

Under such circumstances, it would only make things worse if she tried to explain.

After finishing her breakfast, Gu Xiaoran returned to the room with the answer sheet and mobile phone. She opened the phone box and picked up the customized HTC mobile phone—it was the same model as the one that Mo Qing was using, and it was also the most high-end smartphone at the time.

But Gu Xiaoran's face turned grim after trying the phone.

Uncle An said that it could be used to make external calls, but the external call could only be made to one person—Mo Qing!

The most high-end mobile phone was a piece of junk to her!

Mo Qing was playing with his mobile phone and imagining the look on Gu Xiaoran's face as she took out the mobile phone. His mood became exceptionally good.

His long fingers swiped across the screen and sent a text message, "You can use this phone to find me even when the whole world has no reception, isn't it great?"

Gu Xiaoran quickly returned a message, "The self-defense function is great!"

Mo Qing's lips curved into a smile. His fingers moved around and a message was soon sent out, "I'll give you hell if you dare to use that in front of me."

The mobile phone he gave Gu Xiaoran indeed had an extra self-defense function which could spray out a strong mist to make evildoers lose their ability to attack, and it would return to normal after ten minutes!

Gu Xiaoran, "I don't want to live in hell, I'll return you the phone."

Mo Qing, "Then you shall wait to live in hell."

Gu Xiaoran clenched her teeth angrily and threw the phone aside.

Gu Xiaoran never saw Mo Qing once over the next few days.

Uncle An would give her the practice questions at breakfast every day. If it hadn't been for the fact that the questions were in Mo Qing's handwriting, Gu Xiaoran would have thought that he wasn't going to come back.

Whenever he was around, she would be on guard and fear him. Now that she didn't see him, however, she felt like there was something missing. Gu Xiaoran felt really worthless thinking that way.

However, the demon-style training packed with questions didn't give Gu Xiaoran much time to think about it.

Twenty days had passed—the college entrance examination would be the following day.

On that night, as Gu Xiaoran opened the bathroom door after taking her shower, she got a shock.

Mo Qing, whom she hadn't seen for twenty days, was sitting on the bed with her answer sheets in his hands and flipping through them.

He had apparently just taken a shower, as his hair was still wet and an open front silk robe was tied loosely around his waist. Although not much skin was exposed, his calm and leisurely posture made her thoughts run wild.

"Come here," Mo Qing looked at her.

"There's a wrong answer?" Gu Xiaoran's heart was pounding, and she even had difficulty breathing normally.

"Do you want me to come over and grab you?" Mo Qing frowned. She looked like she had seen a ghost even though she hadn't seen him for twenty days.

Gu Xiaoran froze for a moment before dragging her feet and walking slowly to the bed, looking at him cautiously, "I have checked the answers carefully, there should be no mistakes."

Mo Qing suddenly moved toward her, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her over.

Gu Xiaoran squealed and fell forward.

He held her hands on the top of her head firmly, flipped her over, and pressed her down before kissing her aggressively, as if he was going to swallow her up.

Gu Xiaoran smelled the freshness on his body as she looked into his eyes, flustered. 

Although he was kissing her, his eyes were so cold that there wasn't any trace of warmth.