Gu Mohan’s eyes reddened in an instant. He turned around, touching Tang Mo’er’s face with both hands. “How are you now? Have you fully recovered?”
Tears dewed Tang Mo’er’s lashes and her lashes fluttered like butterfly wings, making his heart palpitate.
They had known each other for so many years and she slowly changed and grew up by his side. From the young, innocent her to the current mature and charismatic her. No matter how much she had changed, he still remained attracted to her even after so many years.
Tang Mo’er would always remain as the rose that would never wither in men’s hearts. She lived just like an everlasting rose.
She would always be the most beautiful rose in his heart.
Tang Mo’er nodded. “Mm, I’m all recovered. It’s all over… Mr Gu, the best thing that happened to me in my entire life is to have met a man named Gu Mohan. He satisfied all my expectations and gave me the best love…
“I gave birth to his son and daughter, I’m no longer young and I want to settle down. I want to stay by his side, to be his wife, his children’s mother. Can we hold hands and grow old together?”
She said those words with a gentle voice and all the pain, helplessness, darkness that Gu Mohan had experienced these three years instantly dissipated.
Holding her face, he leaned forward, kissing away her tears. Her tears were bitter, but also sweet at the same time.
At last, he kissed her red lips.
Reaching out, Tang Mo’er hugged his trim waist while she reciprocated the kiss.
This kiss was fiery and passionate.
Gu Mohan explored every corner of her mouth, tasting the sweet juices inside and she bit on his tongue lightly. He felt that he was going to melt from her passionate kiss. With messy breaths intertwined, his body was tingling with anticipation.
Tang Mo’er was the only person in this world who could make him feel so good.
It wasn’t just a physiological satisfaction, it was also psychological.
She was like a nymph.
His nymph.
And he was bewitched from day one.
Gu Mohan held her waist, moving backward and they both fell onto the bed.
Mmgh!
Tang Mo’er felt her body liquefying. With both hands on his chest, she gave him a slight push and asked coyly, “Don’t you want to take a shower first?”
They both hadn’t showered.
Gu Mohan kissed her face and was suddenly reminded of something. He instantly got down the bed.
What? Where was he going?
Tang Mo’er was perplexed. This wasn’t like him at all, why would he suddenly walk away while they were getting intimate?
She got up, hurrying after him from behind. With both hands around his neck, she stuck her body close to his back. “Mr Gu, where are you going?”
Gu Mohan furrowed his brows, with a hoarse voice, he explained, “Didn’t you say that you might be pregnant? I’m going to get a doctor over to have you checked.”
“Mr Gu,” Tang Mo’er bit his ear and said, “I was lying. I’m not pregnant.”
Gu Mohan instantly turned back, lifting her up to place her on his lap. “Are you really not pregnant?”
Tang Mo’er shook her head. “It was my safe period.”
So she really wasn’t pregnant. She was too afraid on Mr Parsons’ yacht earlier on so she told a lie. Gu Mohan remained silent for a few seconds. He wanted to get up again.
“Hey!”
Tang Mo’er was furious. Why did he want to get up to leave again?
“I’ll go get condoms.”
“…”
He was indeed Mr Gu, he would never disappoint anyone.
Tang Mo’er remained in his arms, biting down on her lower lips. She was reminded of when they first got together, his pockets were filled with condoms.
“You don’t need to, my period just en–Ah!”
Before Tang Mo’er could even finish speaking, Gu Mohan grasped her waist and brought her back to the bed.
He straightened his back, unbuckling his belt. “Why didn’t you say so earlier?”
“…”
Tang Mo’er squirmed, not letting him have his way. “Mr Gu, wait a minute…”
“I don’t want to wait any longer.”
“Mr Gu…” Tang Mo’er was insistent.
Gu Mohan’s desires were surging but he couldn’t bear to force himself on her. He grabbed her wrists, forcing them above her head while rushing her, “Hurry up and say it.”
“Mr Gu, you haven’t agreed to marry me.” Tang Mo’er looked at him with lustrous eyes, saying every word out loud.
Raising his brows, he said, “Tang Mo’er, you’ll really die one day because of your stupidity. You can try to propose to me once more. Maybe if you try one more time, I’ll just agree.”
Tang Mo’er flipped around, pushing him away.
Gu Mohan slumped against the bed frame and Tang Mo’er knelt down on one knee beside him.
“Mr Gu, are you ready? I’m going to propose to you.”
Gu Mohan looked at her with narrowed eyes, lifting his jaw. “I’ll watch your performance.”
“Mr Gu, I’m Tang Mo’er, 29 years old this year. I’m healthy, beautiful and also good at making money to support our family. I love you and I hope to marry me and become your wife. If you marry me, it will be a deal with guaranteed returns, since I have one son and daughter, if you marry me, it’s one plus two!”
Tang Mo’er knelt on a single knee, lifting her head and she looked at him with sincerity.
Under the dim, yellow lights in that ship cabin, Gu Mohan’s handsome face was incredibly gentle as he slowly stretched his hand out. “Miss Tang, I’ll hand Mr Gu to you. You have to treat him well for the rest of your life.”
Tang Mo’er held his hand, planting a kiss on his palm. “One lifetime is not enough, I’m going to treat Mr Gu well for three lifetimes!”
Gu Mohan smiled, her honeyed words definitely made him feel good.
Then Tang Mo’er lunged forward, straddling his waist as she hugged his neck and smiled sweetly. “Mr Gu, I’ve already proposed to you. The next step should be to off the lights, cover the blankets and go to sleep?”
Gu Mohan nodded. “That should be it.”
Tang Mo’er switched off the lights, pulling the blankets over to cover their heads. “Mr Gu, don’t worry. I’ll dote on you for the rest of your life.”
…
Gu Mohan and Tang Mo’er spent two days together on the yacht, just like when they first got together back then. They didn’t want to spend a single moment apart.
On the third day, the yacht arrived back onshore.
Gu Mohan held Tang Mo’er’s hand as they walked together when a strong gust of wind blew. A private jet with a gold alphabet ‘A’ embossed on it was about to land.
