Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

Chapter 276: Gu Mohan, Don’t Sleep Anymore. It’s Time To Wake Up.

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Despite the bright red print on her face still burning, he still went to squeeze her face.

How horribly insensitive was this man?!

The rumor was indeed true that Huo Beichen was the dictator of Karghalik.

Twisting his lips into a wry smirk, Huo Beichen’s lips were as red as that of a girl and also akin to that of a demon. He showed no remorse over his actions and merely raised his eyebrows and spoke arrogantly, “Hmph, you’re scared now, aren’t you? I’ll make sure you won’t ignore me in the future!”

“...”

Tang Mo’er’s reached out for his chest with her delicate hands and pushed him away. She stretched her legs out and left.

“Hey, Tang Mo’er. Go to the hospital and visit my brother!” Huo Beichen exclaimed, as he broached the subject again.

Tang Mo’er eyelashes fluttered and her lips moved in an obstinate fashion, “No! I won’t go!”

“Why the hell not? F*ck, Tang Mo’er, my Second Brother got injured all because of you. Aren’t you too heartless by not visiting him at all?”

Tang Mo’er did not say a thing, but quickened her pace.

Seeing that she really didn’t seem to care in the slightest, Huo Beichen panicked. “Tang Mo’er, you dare to refuse my request in face of a harsh punishment? Do you want me to tie you up and drag you to the hospital?”

The moment he said that, Tang Mo’er immediately stopped in her tracks and turned around.

As Huo Beichen did not expect her to stop so suddenly, he nearly collided into her. Tang Mo’er’s delicate face was magnified in his line of vision.

All of a sudden, the two of them were so close. Too close. From that closeness, a tantalizing fragrance wafted up his nose, the scent oozing a delicate feminity. In addition, the woman’s soft lips were right in front of him like a sinful tease. If he leaned just a little forward, he would have kissed her.

His body froze.

“W-What are you doing?”

Tang Mo’er smiled at him, then stepped on Huo Beichen’s foot forcefully with her stilettos.

“F*ck! Tang Mo’er, you’re asking for it!” shouted Huo Beichen as he hopped on one foot in pain.

Ignoring his curses, Tang Mo’er turned around and exited CC Bar. Uncle Foo had came to fetch her, so she got into the car.

Huo Beichen stared at the woman’s back view angrily, his eyes turning blood red.

That woman! She’d better not bump into me, or I’ll strip her naked and make her beg for mercy!

...

In the private car.

“Miss, are we heading home?”

Tang Mo’er glanced up and looked at the gorgeous neon lights outside the car window. After a few seconds, she murmured softly, “Go to the hospital.”

...

In the hospital.

Intensive care unit.

Tang Mo’er gently pushed open the door. She walked into the ward and was greeted by the nauseating and pungent smell of disinfectant that rode up her nose like a steam train. Gu Mohan was clad in a striped hospital gown and lying on the bed.

Biting her lower lip, she came to his bedside and looked down at him. Had it only been a day? It was hard to believe, he seemed to have lost a lot of weight already.

Gu Mohan...

The coarse stubble underneath his jaw had grown out, akin to that of long, curled eyelashes, leaving a faint mark of a bruise. With his thin lips loosened, he slept peacefully, his pale lips had already dried up, leaving the flaky remnants of peeled skin.

Since she had met him, she had seen so many of his different faces. When he was refined and dignified. When he was overbearing and arrogant. How strong and confident this man could be. Yet, this was her first time seeing him in such a pale and weakened state.

It was... suffocating, especially knowing that it was all because of her.

Even a man like him would experience times where they crumbled down.

Hot, crystal tears trickled down her face as her eyelashes fluttered close like the delicate wings of a butterfly. Covering her mouth with her hands, she sucked in a deep breath and looked to the ceiling.

No. She would not let herself cry.

Gu Mohan...

Stretching out her hands, they lingered over his face, caressing his eyebrows. Even in his sleep he was frowning.

What was he dreaming of?

Tang Mo’er leaned over. Upon seeing that his dried lips had peeled, it made her heart ache. She whispered gently, “Gu Mohan, stop sleeping. It’s time to wake up.”

...

Outside the ward, Huo Yanmei had rushed over quickly. Just as she was about the open the door, she saw Tang Mo’er in the ward through the window.