Gu Mochen was undoubtedly the most cultured gangster Jian Ran had ever seen.
And without a doubt, he was of a high caliber.
If one didn't think it over carefully, it was indeed hard to understand the man's logic and deeper meaning.
Jian Ran's little face turned slightly red, a hint of a dark light flashing across her eyes as she met the gaze of the man before her, and tentatively started to speak.
"Gu Mochen... Can our friendship remain pure?"
"No... The ship has sailed."
Jian Ran: "..."
Jian Ran wanted to say something else, but the man's thin lips had already quickly pressed against her own cherry lips, and then he pulled her into his embrace.
"Mmm..."
Jian Ran, worried that Tang Bao would wake up and come downstairs to see them, couldn't help but push against the man's chest with her hands, muttering softly.
"Gu Mochen, let's go back to the room."
"Okay."
Jian Ran was directly held in Gu Mochen's arms, her legs unconsciously wrapping around the man's sturdy waist.