Gu Mochen was undoubtedly the most cultured hoodlum Jian Ran had ever seen.
And he was without a doubt of the highest standard.
Jian Ran's face flushed slightly, a hint of dark light flickering in her eyes as she met the gaze of the man before her, tentatively beginning to speak.
"Gu Mochen... can our friendship be a bit more innocent?"
"It can't... the boat has capsized."
Jian Ran: "..."
Before Jian Ran could say anything more, the man's thin lips had already swiftly claimed hers, then he pulled her into his arms. The kisses grew deeper, more persistent and lingering.
"Mmm..."
The two became entangled in the heat of the moment right there in the living room. Worried that Tang Bao would wake up and come downstairs to see them, Jian Ran couldn't help but push against the man's chest, muttering softly.
"Gu Mochen, let's go back to the room."
"Okay."