My Dear Mr. Gu - Chapter 52
Chapter 52: Sir, Mercy Please
Huo Weiwu’s tongue was hurting so much from the kiss that it was growing numb.
She thought, “This man is simply a tyrant, he has grown too used to being in a position of supremacy and dominance and only thinks about himself.”
Huo Weiwu pushed Gu Haoting away and exclaimed unhappily, “Gu Haoting, do you know how to kiss, or not?”
Gu Haoting snorted. His gaze grew icy as his eyes glinted with murderous intent. “Who do you think knows how to kiss if I don’t? Wei Yankang? Is this how you tried to please him?”
“I didn’t put in any effort to please him because he wasn’t worth it,” blurted Huo Weiwu.
Gu Haoting locked his gaze on her.
Huo Weiwu could not figure out what this man was thinking at all.
His decision was powerful in that it could determine someone’s life or death.
“So, what you’re trying to say is that you’re putting in the effort to please me?” retorted Gu Haoting as he watched her inquisitively.
“That goes without saying, doesn’t it? My friend’s life is still in your hands,” answered Huo Weiwu without denying anything.
That statement about her friend’s life being in his hands made him feel discomfort in his heart.
He thought, “So, she didn’t kiss me just now because she loves me. Instead, she did it as a compromise for the sake of her friend.
“Huo Weiwu is so proud and stubborn, yet she still compromises in certain situations?”
This made him develop a whole new level of respect for her.
Gu Haoting sat upright in his position and poured some wine into his goblet. He swirled the goblet elegantly and gracefully, looking deep in thought.
“What do you say to that? Will you let her go or not?” Huo Weiwu rushed him—she had always been impatient.
Gu Haoting gazed at her with cold arrogance. His gaze was as deep as a whirlpool, and her heart sank when she saw that.
“You want to save your friend, right? In that case, continue what you’re doing. If you make me feel good, I’ll spare your brainless friend,” declared Gu Haoting with an indifferent expression.
Huo Weiwu thought, “Gu Haoting just feels like a block of ice sometimes—he conceals all his emotions, which makes it impossible for anyone to walk into his heart.
“Yet, he sometimes also feels like fire, capable of burning other people enough to make them melt.
“Which exactly is the real him?”
“You’re the one who decides whether you feel good or not. How can I know if you’re not lying?” asked Huo Weiwu defensively.
Gu Haoting raised his arm and glanced at the time on his watch. “You have half an hour left. I don’t have the patience to wait for you.”
“Didn’t you say that you have two hours? Only half an hour has passed since then,” retorted Huo Weiwu with a frown.
Gu Haoting quirked the corners of his lips which made him look insidious. There were little flames of anger dancing in his eyes as he said coldly, “Whatever I say goes, whether I have two hours or half an hour left. I feel that spending one hour on you is already way too long. Are you questioning my evaluation skills right now?”
“Heh,” snorted Huo Weiwu as a trace of mockery flashed past her cold eyes. “Your evaluation skills are very reasonable.”
This didn’t make her feel sad. In fact, she wished that he wouldn’t spend more than one minute on her. However, she felt the accuracy of the idiom, ‘being close to the sovereign can be as perilous as lying with a tiger’. Gu Haoting was like a sovereign king, and the key to his heart was at the bottom of the ocean. He was so unpredictable that it made her feel rather helpless.
Huo Weiwu decided not to waste any more time. She unbuckled his belt.
Gu Haoting grabbed her wrist. With a frown, he asked doubtfully, “Do you know what you are doing?”
“If I help you ejaculate, that’ll mean that I’ve successfully made you feel good, right?” asked Huo Weiwu, needing his confirmation.
Gu Haoting studied her clear and sharp eyes.
There was neither desire nor love in her gaze. Her eyes were clear, bright, and transparent with a subtle trace of vexation.
“Has your ankle recovered?” asked Gu Haoting.
Huo Weiwu thought, “Gu Haoting is used to getting his way. Why does he care about whether my ankle has recovered?
“If I tell him that it hasn’t recovered, he might spare me.
“But if he spares me, he won’t get any sexual satisfaction. In that case, will he spare Yanzi too?”
“I’m only using my mouth and hands, not my feet. Sir, you’re worrying too much,” said Huo Weiwu in an unpleasant tone.