<strong>Chapter 811: Chapter 812: Each of Their Own Ends 1</strong>


    Gently pinning Mo Ran down on the □□, he braced his hands on either side of her, his breath unsteady.


    “Ranran, does your head still hurt?” Mo Ran still had a bandage on her head, the wound not yet fully healed.


    She understood his meaning and shook her head with a smile, “It doesn’t hurt.”


    “Then, can you handle this?” After all, her body hadn’t fully recovered yet, and he was worried she couldn’t bear it.


    The old Gu Yixuan would have just gone for it; there was none of this hesitation and cautiousness.


    Mo Ran found it amusing, she reached out and hooked his neck, pulling him down towards her, their lips meeting.


    This response was very direct.


    Gu Yixuan let out a muffled groan, holding her tightly and urgently craving for more.


    If a few days passed without touching her, he would crave desperately; by his calctions, it had been about a week since hest touched her.


    He missed her scent, missed everything about her, and today he was determined to have a good time with her.


    Anxiously stripping off their clothes, Gu Yixuan gave ample forey, lifting one of Mo Ran’s legs, and deeply entering her.


    His eyes darkened, his entire body taut.


    “Ranran, I’m going to move, hang in there.”


    “Mmm…”


    He tried to move slowly at first, but the movements became faster and faster,pletely losing control of the rhythm.


    The luxurious and sturdy European-style bed couldn’t help but creak, in sync with their intermittent moans.


    Anyone listening would blush and their heart would race.


    Soon, the room was filled with an air of passion…


    ………………


    The old house in the countryside of the Gu family had always been cleaned by a dedicated person, but no one had ever lived there.


    In the past few days, an old man, one with an extraordinarily fiery temper, had moved in.


    “I said I want pre-Qingming Longjing tea! Not this kind of bitter tea that costs a few bucks per pound! Are you trying to mistreat me on purpose?” Gu Hai threw the teacup, shouting angrily.


    A middle-aged man in a gray servant’s uniform faced his rage with a calm expression, “Old Master, there’s no pre-Qingming Longjing tea here, the most expensive we have is the five bucks per pound bitter tea.”


    “Then go buy it from somewhere else!”


    “I’m sorry, Second Young Master said that your food, clothing, and living standards should match those of the townspeople.”


    “You…” Gu Hai was trembling with rage, “That ungrateful son!”


    He could only curse Gu Yixuan verbally; in his current state, he was like an old, weak tiger that had its teeth pulled.