Mr Gu, Don't You Have Any Manners?

On the dance floor, Song Jin was standing so close to Tang Mo'er that their bodies were practically pressed together. Gu Mohan's face turned as black as the bottom of a burnt pot when he witnessed the scene.

Fu Qinglun held a glass of red wine in his hands, swirling it around elegantly. "Mohan, why are you looking at her like that? You miss her?"

Gu Mohan slowly let out a puff of smoke, he narrowed his eyes while looking at Fu Qinglun. "Don't you miss 'her' too?"

Fu Qinglun's gaze riveted to Lin Shiyu, who was still happily dancing. He finished up the red wine at once. "Even if I do miss her, I'm not going to behave like you. You look like you can't wait to just pounce on her and strip her naked."

"Ha," Gu Mohan chuckled. He stretched out his leg to give Fu Qinglun a kick. "Stop pretending. Once Lin Shiyu gets close, even one nuzzle from her would give you a hard-on."