As the Rolls-Royce Phantom sped along the bustling streets, Gu Mohan glanced at the woman sideways. "My place or yours?"
Tang Mo'er furrowed her pretty brows. "I want to get off."
Gu Mohan snorted. "Still pretending?"
Tang Mo'er touched the hair near her cheek. "Will you pay me if I pretend?"
"…"
Gu Mohan looked at the woman quietly.
Tang Mo'er smiled. "It's called acting when I wear the red bodice for all the men to see. But, it's called filming an X-rated show when I wear the red bodice for you to see. How can it be the same?"
"You wear a red bodice when you act and when you shoot X-rated films. There's no difference in that. The difference lies in… whether I want to tear your bodice apart."
"…"
"We'll head to your place," the man promptly concluded.
Tang Mo'er pursed her red lips. "Niuniu…"
"Niuniu misses you very much."
Niuniu misses you very much.
