Tang Mo'er didn't feel even a tinge of sympathy for Huo Beichen. Thank goodness he still had some humanity left in him and didn't end up touching her, if not, she would have incapacitated him. Just thinking about it made her feel disgusted.
With delicate hands, she placed her hands on his waist and touched his six packs, she lifted her head and asked in a puzzled manner, "Mr Gu, other men have an eight pack, why do you only have six?"
"A man's seventh and eighth pack are typically under their waistline, you can discover it if you slide your hand down."
"Oh." Tang Mo'er's soft hands started to slide down his belt and she touched him below.
Gu Mohan's breathing started to quicken to an irregular pace, his sense of touch was fully concentrated on her alluring little hand.
Tang Mo'er bit down on her lip and asked, "Where is it? Why can't I feel it?"
The man's narrow brows formed a charming arc, before he leaned forward to kiss her.
