Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

Chapter 1314 - Reunion (6)

Chapter 1314: Reunion (6)

Gu Mohan immediately sensed that something was wrong the moment he opened his eyes. His bottom half was wet.

Again.

This feeling was all too familiar to him. He had woken up just like this yesterday.

Getting up quickly, he ripped the blankets off of him. He hadn’t dirtied the bedsheets yesterday but the bedsheets and blankets were all stained today.

F*ck! He pinched his brows, a look of guilt and gloom on his face.

He had dreamt of her again.

His dreams were filled with the memories of her biting him three years ago, which drove him mad with desire.

Gu Mohan got off the bed and took a cold shower.

He didn’t know what to do with the bedsheets and blankets. That little rascal Gu Sihan was here as well and it would be awkward if she saw this.

So he went out to find Tang Mo’er.

The moment he opened the door, he heard little Gu Sihan’s laughter as she bubbled happily, “Mommy, come quick, this honey melon is huge!”

Gu Mohan lifted his eyes to look. There was a huge garden behind the house with different fruits and vegetables growing.

His eyes immediately found her slim figure.

Tang Mo’er and little Gu Sihan were both in their white silk pajamas with pink slippers on their feet. They were in matching clothes and looked like an extremely beautiful painting.

The spring mornings were cold, so Tang Mo’er had a yellow shawl draped around her shoulders with her raven-black hair cascading down her back cleanly, all the way to her waist. She had a basket in her delicate arms and was standing in the pavilion, using a pair of scissors to cut down the ripe grapes.

Gu Mohan’s gaze stayed fixated on her.

He hadn’t had a single woman by his side these three years and had all but forgotten the intimate matters between a man and a woman. He could only fall asleep after taking sleeping pills and never had wet dreams consecutively like he had two days in a row.

He had thought that his mind was already as calm as a monk’s.

But his heart started wavering again the moment he saw Mo’er. Completely enraptured by her, his heart started pumping harder.

It had been three years and he was already middle-aged, yet she still looked like the young girl he had met all those years ago.

He could only see her side profile from where he was standing. The gentle morning light seeped through the green leaves, illuminating her soft, supple skin and the gentle curves of her face. The gentle warmth of motherhood exuded from her as well, and Gu Mohan found it hard to tear his eyes away.

He looked down at her body. Her white silk pajamas were loose on her but this just made her look even more delicate.

She seemed to have become even more womanly these three years after giving birth to her daughter.

Gu Mohan loved Tang Mo’er. Not only did he love her personality, he loved every aspect of her, which included her exquisite body.

He was a man after all.

The look he gave her was one a man used on a woman they loved.

Tang Mo’er cut another bunch of grapes down and walked over to where little Gu Sihan was. The two of them picked up a honey melon happily. Their basket was filled to the brim with cherry tomatoes, peaches and kiwis.

“Sisi, let’s go back. Mommy will make breakfast for you.”

“Alright! Mmmm, Mommy is the most beautiful and wonderful. Sisi loves Mommy the most.” Little Gu Sihan followed behind her mother happily, not forgetting her daily praise for her.

The two of them returned to the house and saw Gu Mohan standing by the door.

Compared to the colorful and varied skirts and dresses that women had, men’s clothes were simple in comparison. Gu Mohan was in a black shirt and black trousers today which emphasized his intimidating height and elegance.

Shirts and trousers were the mainstay of every man’s closet but the clothes he had on were specially suited to him. Only men with power, status, wealth and looks could pull it off.

The 38 year old Gu Mohan made the simple outfit look like a timeless and classic look.

He was a sight to behold.

He had both hands in his pockets. His gaze darkened as he saw her approach. Meanwhile, Tang Mo’er was expressionless and ignored him, bringing the basket into the kitchen.

Gu Mohan looked at her slim figure as little Gu Sihan ran over and blocked him off. “Excuse me.”

Gu Mohan retracted his gaze and looked at his daughter.

Little Gu Sihan’s voice was childish but clear, her every word enunciated properly. “Mr Gu, since you have no intention of marrying my Mommy, please don’t get any ideas regarding my Mommy. I will protect Mommy in the future!”

Gu Mohan was speechless.

He was slowly beginning to get used to this protective little rascal.

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Tang Mo’er had breakfast ready in no time. She had prepared soy bean milk that she made herself, hard boiled eggs, Fruit from her garden and a bowl of hot and sour noodles.

Gu Mohan was beginning to feel more and more that her culinary skills had improved by leaps and bounds these three years. Her cooking was delectable.

It was said that the way to a man’s heart was through his stomach.

Gu Mohan felt that she had already succeeded.

After breakfast, he walked over to the east room and put his hand over the door handle before pushing the door open gently. His deep eyes probed inside before suddenly freezing.

Tang Mo’er was standing by the bed, changing her clothes.

Her back was to him and she had a linen shirt and a pair of corduroy pants on. Life on Paradise Island was simple and idyllic and all her clothes were comfortable and old-fashioned.

Gu Mohan looked at her. She was putting her shirt on and her bare back was revealed to him. The skin on her back was dazzling in its fairness and her figure curved gracefully, making his eyes burn.

Tang Mo’er tucked her white linen shirt into her tapered corduroy pants and pulled her long, silky hair into a braid which she put in front of her shoulder. Then she turned around.

She jolted as she saw Gu Mohan.

She had no idea how long he had been standing there, staring at her with those deep and narrow eyes.

Tang Mo’er’s face reddened and she said, “Mr Gu, where are your manners? Why didn’t you knock first?”

Gu Mohan felt as though he had swallowed hot coals as he said hoarsely, “Come with me.”

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The west room.

Tang Mo’er walked in and asked, “Mr Gu, what’s wrong?”

Gu Mohan stood tall and straight beside his bed and said awkwardly, “Help me wash my bedsheets and blanket.”

What did he mean?

Tang Mo’er walked over to his side and peeled open the blanket. Her face flamed a vibrant red.

He actually...

Tang Mo’er quickly folded the blankets and bedsheets up and walked out of the room with them in her hands. “Bring the silk quilt out and place it in the sun. Open your windows to let some air in as well.”

Gu Mohan followed her instructions obediently and went to find her.

Tang Mo’er was in the laundry room. She had put the blankets and bedsheets in the wooden bucket and poured detergent inside. She started scrubbing the dirty areas with a bar of soap.

Her face was burning.