Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Gu Mohan left while Tang Mo’er drifted off into sleep on the plush bed. Not long after, strong arms carried her up, placing her easily onto a muscular lap. The man’s voice sounded close and magnetic to her ears, “Mo’er, wake up. Eat the porridge first. ”
Tang Mo’er opened her sleepy eyes and rubbed them, only to see the man being magnified in her line of vision. “You’re back?”
“Mm.” He hugged her with one arm and allowed her to rest comfortably in his arms. Taking the spoon with his other hand, he fed her the red bean porridge.
Tang Mo’er ate the porridge that he fed her. She was so touched she was unsure if it was the porridge, or the thoughtfulness of his gesture that touched her more. A tinge of warm sweetness enveloped her heart.
“Is it delicious?”
Gu Mohan looked at the woman in his arms. Her delicate face was so soft and supple that it resembled a smooth egg white. Touched by his sweetness of love, her face glowed brightly. Her delicate body was so soft it seemed as if she had no backbone. The more he carried her, the more attached he grew towards her.
She ate the red bean porridge in such a delicate manner that the red bean porridge glistened on her lips. Whether it was the porridge or him, both looked alluring enough.
He looked a little envious.
Tang Mo’er widened her bright eyes, “Have you eaten?”
Gu Mohan’s lips pursed into a line, “Not yet. I was worried you’d be too hungry, so I wanted you to eat first. I’ll eat when you’re full.”
“Oh.”
Tang Mo’er stretched out her hands and hugged his neck. She took the initiative to kiss him, burying her tongue into his mouth and hooked the tip of his tongue.
Gu Mohan was appreciative of her gesture.
Tang Mo’er kissed him for a while, then let go of him, their breaths interlocked with one another. His brush-like eyelashes tickled against her eyes and she looked at him with his clear crystal eyes and her voice teased, “Is the porridge delicious?”
Gu Mohan raised his eyebrows and his eyebrows quirked. “It’s sweet.”
Their intimacy continued as Gu Mohan fed her half a bowl of porridge.
Tang Mo’er climbed back into her bed and closed her eyes contentedly. It was almost midnight.
The man wasted no time to lay down next to her.
“Hey, Gu Mohan, what are you doing?”
“Since you’re full, it’s time you feed me now.”
“…”
Tang Mo’er wanted to push him away, however she was feeling warm lethargic, especially after the red bean porridge and their earlier activities. Balling her fingers into little fists, she punched him lightly. “Mr Gu, we don’t have any condoms left.”
“I knew you’d ask me to buy condoms, so I bought them on the way back.” He picked up a plastic bag and threw it onto the bed, it was from the convenience store.
Tang Mo’er glanced over, there were… five or six boxes of condoms in the plastic bag.
“…”
Tang Mo’er knew it! He bought all these condoms while he was buying the red bean porridge.
“Did you buy all the condoms off the shelves of the convenience store?”
“I bought all of this particular model.”
“… Can’t you leave some for other people?”
“While I was buying, there was another man buying some too. He asked me to leave him a box so I gave it to him. However, the moment he saw the size, he didn’t say anything and gave it back to me.”
“…”
…
In the banquet hall.
Next up was a one-on-one dance between men and women. The rules for choosing a dance partner was for each individual to pick a number. Men and women who had picked the same number would be partners for the range.
Madam Fu immediately came to Lin Shiyu and forced a number upon Lin Shiyu. “Shiyu, take it. I secretly saw what number Fu Qinglun chose. It was 68.”
Lin Shiyu looked at the number 68 in her hands and looked at Madam Fu’s face, who was beaming proudly.
