Chapter 60: Chapter 84 Xiao Mohan, Don ‘t Be Sad

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She knocked gently on the study door, the door opened automatically as she cautiously walked in, holding a small cake. The study was filled with dim light beneath its sumptuous, classical décor. She continued walking in while holding the cake.

In a corner, on a turn-around sofa, a man in a robe was sitting. His body was slender, with legs stylishly perched up. His white, long fingers were elegantly holding a glass of red wine, swaying the glass so the liquid followed the edge, forming an appealing swirl.

“Do you want a piece of cake?” She offered the cake to him, kneeling before him, holding it in front of his face twinkling at him.

“Boom.” At the mention of “cake”, Xiao Mohan felt a shiver down his spine.

His dark and deep gaze was like a pond, unfathomable.

Locking eyes with him, Gu Chuyan found herself being completely captivated.

“Then allow me to tell you,” Xiao Mohan’s voice was hoarse…

“Gu Chuyan.” The man called her name with his husky voice.

He had lived for 28 years and faced life and death, yet never before had he been so infatuated.

He felt as if he could find his own shadow in her, something he never possessed before.

“I…” His husky voice intoxicated her, she looked at him cautiously, clearly feeling a bit unnatural.

In his presence, her beauty was akin to a blooming peach blossom, so perfect…

“Gu Chuyan.” Xiao Mohan heard her stifled moan, his eyes suddenly darkened, his gaze complicatedly fixed on Gu Chuyan.

Looking at her clear almond eyes, her helpless expression, Xiao Mohan abruptly sat up.

“I’m sorry, I lost control,” he muttered, reaching for a lighter, intending to light a cigar.

His hand was trembling. After several unsuccessful attempts at lighting the cigar, he left it aside and sprawled out on the couch, trying to calm himself down by rubbing his forehead.

“I’m sorry if I scared you just now!” Xiao Mohan turned around and whispered, afraid of startling her.

Looking at her dazed and helpless eyes, he reached out to draw her into his arms, his chin resting on her head, “I’m deeply sorry for losing control, but rest assured, it won’t happen again, trust me.”

He never would have thought that after living a simple and restrained life for 28 years, he would lose control to such a degree. He must be going crazy, he thought.

“Are you… feeling unwell?” Gu Chuyan hesitated for a while, before finally asking.

Leaning against him, her hands were still shaking. She inched away, and he thought she was rejecting his apology.

“Don’t be sad, Xiao Mohan.” Her head rested on his chest while her small hand patted his back, seemingly comforting him.

Xiao Mohan felt her little hand patting him and listened to her words.

Gu Chuyan looked up, her small hands raised, looking at his handsome face filled with guilt, her fingertips smoothed out his creased brows.

“It’s alright, we’ll work harder in the future! I heard this disease is not that hard to treat, you’ll get better.” She spoke, afraid that he was feeling inferior, she then jumped down from his arms and in her slippers, jogged out of the room.

Once outside, she leaned against the wall catching her breath..