130 I Don't Fancy Lu Qi’er. You're the Person I Like

Seeing Tang Mo'er in pain, Gu Mohan's pupils contracted, his heart pulled taut as though it had been squeezed by a tightened fist. He felt suffocated. With two large palms, he gently caressed her tiny face, his voice a soothing murmur, "Sorry Mo'er, don't cry."

Tang Mo'er cried even harder. She felt so wronged. Her chest throbbed and crystal tears kept falling down her cheeks as she looked up at him with reddening eyes. Choking on her tears, she said "You're bullying me."

Gu Mohan felt helpless. Using his nose to smack softly against hers, he chided helplessly, "Who is the bully? The one who touched me was you, the one who pinched and teased me was also you. I've only collected interest by kissing you and suddenly you're crying non stop. Now that I can't touch you or scold you, I've already doted on you to the point I've lost all control. What do you want me to do, Mo'er?"

Doted?