The sunset is setting and the evening breeze blows, and the simple wooden house is particularly cool.

Song Mo lay down for a while and had recovered some strength. Tang Huan carefully supported him against the kang, then knelt beside him, preparing to feed him.

"I'll do it myself." Song Mo was embarrassed to ask her to feed her.

"Brother Song is polite to me again."

Tang Huan would not give up such an intimate opportunity. He scooped a spoonful of wild vegetable porridge with moderate viscosity, stopped in front of his mouth and blew it, and then slowly raised his arms to give it to him. He raised his eyes and looked at him shyly. After his eyes met, he quickly hung down in panic and stared at the spoon so that the porridge would not spill out.

Song Mo's heart was beating and he opened his mouth and drank.

"Is it delicious?" Tang Huan asked nervously.

"Yes." Song Mo nodded with a red face. After his mother died, he had not eaten a meal made by a woman for a long time.

Tang Huan smiled shyly, "Brother Song deliberately praised me? I have never cooked it since I entered Yuquan Temple. It only took me once every time after so long. How could it taste delicious?" As if she was about to confirm the authenticity, she scooped a spoonful and sent it to her mouth.

Song Mo stared at her blankly. He just sucked the spoon, and now it has entered her mouth again.

Suddenly I felt a little thirsty.

He looked nervously at the ground. Her red lips were so tempting.

Tang Huan pretended not to notice his peeping and said to himself: "Fortunately, it's not delicious or not. Brother Song will only take a few days first. Wait until I make a few more meals, and the skills will be better. By the way, I heard that mushrooms are very nourishing. I will pay attention to it when chopping wood tomorrow. If it is picked, I will stew mushroom soup for you tomorrow night."

Song Mo looked back at her and happened to send her another spoonful of porridge. He had to swallow it first and then said, "You have worked hard for two more days. When I get ready, I will help you do your work. By the way, you said you signed a dead contract with Yuquan'an. Can't you return to secular life at will? Do you need money? I still have some savings, so you can take it all. If it is not enough, I will work hard to make money, don't worry."

"I'll go back to ask the master about returning to secular life. I used to think about it myself and never dared to ask others." Tang Huan lowered his head, "Even if I ask for money, I will save it slowly. How can I use your money? We, we are not..." The more we say, the lower the voice, until we can't continue to say it anymore.

But without her saying it, Song Mo also understood what she meant.

He was a little annoyed and said he gave her the money at once, which was indeed a bit abrupt.

I wanted to explain a few words, and saw her kneeling softly beside him, her head was so ashamed that she was about to hang down into her arms, revealing her rosy face and slender neck. His chest felt hot, and he couldn't help holding her idle hand and stuttered: "*, I, I want to marry you, marry you... You said too, you treat me, treat me as your man, then, I hand over the money I earn to yourself... to you, are you willing?"

Tang Huan tried to retract his hand, but he held it tightly. She was secretly happy in her heart, but she asked knowingly: "What do you want?"

Song Mo stared at her side face in a daze, sweating in her palms, loosening and clenching, "Is it okay, are you willing to marry me?"

Tang Huan turned his head to look west with shame, "Brother Song, let's do this, isn't it called a private lifelong decision?"

He did not answer his question, but the meaning was already very obvious.

Song Mo was wrong and said anxiously: "Don't be angry, I said the wrong thing.*, where is your family? I ask the matchmaker to propose marriage to the two elders!"

Tang Huan was stunned for a while before realizing that he wanted to cross it. He couldn't help laughing and angered him: "Who asked you to propose marriage? My parents have already gone." He paused and looked straight into his eyes and said: "Brother Song, I am willing to marry you. There is no need for a matchmaker. As long as you are willing to marry me, from today on, I will be your wife."

Song Mo looked at her eyes in disbelief, but the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised.

Stupid, but still so beautiful.

Tang Huan glanced at him and continued to feed him porridge.

You take a sip and I take a sip, and I can’t describe the tenderness and sweetness.

After washing the pot, it was already dark. Tang Huan helped Song Mo lie down, covered him with a quilt, and told him worriedly: "Brother Song, please rest well. I will come to help you cook breakfast tomorrow morning, so don't show off. If you are disobedient and move casually, I will ignore you." The little mouth pouted deliberately, and was pretty and lovely.

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

Song Mo was so soft that he felt soft when he was speaking in her soft voice. How could he fuck her?

Tang Huan smiled with satisfaction, turned his head to look on the ground, and whispered: "Then close your eyes now."

Song Mo wondered: "Why should I close it?"

Tang Huan acted like anger, and Song Mo quickly closed her head.

Seeing him lying obediently and letting Jun pick him, Tang Huan felt very regretful. It would be great if the real Song Mo was so honest and stupid, and she wouldn't have to work so hard to do whatever she wanted. Alas, let's kiss him tonight first, and raise him in two days, and then eat him in one go!

Song Mo's eyes were circling around. For some reason, he always felt that she was watching him. He had been waiting for too long without any movement. Just as he was about to open his eyes, two small hands suddenly appeared on his shoulders, and then a soft and warm thing fell on his lips.

She, she actually kissed him!

Song Mo was at a loss.

They had kissed him once before, but at that time he was blinded by the *. Except for the uncomfortable feeling under him, he couldn't remember everything else clearly. But this time it was different. Her lips gently touched his, occasionally licked it with the tip of her tongue, which was so light and itchy that he could not help but open his mouth to hold her in his mouth, and even raised his arms to hug her tightly.

Tang Huan got up before he met her.

Song Mo opened his eyes in confusion.

Because of the bending position just now, Tang Huan's cheeks were red. She licked her lips, and asked him shyly but boldly: "Brother Song, do you like it?" She said that she was shy because her face was blushing and her voice was delicate, and that her watery eyes were too bright, and she looked at him with a little provocation.

Song Mo couldn't speak.

Did he meet the fairy in the mountains?

But he likes such a fairy.

When he came to his senses, she had already jumped to the ground. Song Mo felt panic and couldn't bear to let her go, but she suddenly came to his ear, "Brother Song, go to bed quickly, I'll see you tomorrow morning."

Then, the footsteps started, and this time, she really left.

Song Mo was full of sweetness, and everything he had seen after knowing her constantly appeared in his mind. He couldn't fall asleep for a moment. He had only one thought in his mind, which was to look forward to dawn and to see her again soon.

Tang Huan did not have Song Mo's feelings for men and women.

Her good mood disappeared after hearing that Master Jingci invited her to visit.

What does the old pious woman want to do?

"Why are you back late today?" Master Jingci asked calmly, closing his eyes.

Tang Huan had already thought of an excuse: "Go back to Master, * accidentally lost the machete when going up the mountain, and then finding the machete delayed some effort. Master, don't worry, * I will pay attention next time and I will never make such a mistake."

Master Jingci pulled his mouth and smiled as if he was smiling: "Then you have been kneeling in the Buddhist temple for seven consecutive nights, but what are your experiences?"

Tang Huan said nonsense: "* stupid, I can't tell you what I have, I only understand one thing. The master seems to punish me, but in fact he wants * to train his mind by carrying water and chopping wood. He should not be lazy and lazy because of a little hardship and fatigue, and give up halfway..." Before he finished speaking, she raised her head with emotion, and found that Master Jingci had opened his eyes at some point and was staring at her coldly.

She felt panicked, what did she do to make the old devout woman angry? It wouldn't be so. Although she came back late, she had a lot of firewood and would never delay cooking and boiling water tomorrow.

Tang Huan was still very calm on the surface, but she didn't know that Master Jingci was most reluctant to see her like this: "*, my master asked you to go to the Buddhist temple to reflect on her knees, not to let you sleep, nor to let you use these sweet words to deceive others!"

"Master, I'm wronged..."

"Stop! What Mingjing saw with his own eyes last night, saying that you had spread twelve cushions on the ground. Why do you need to teach her to come and confront you? Something that you don't repent! Forget it, from tonight, you will kneel in the teacher's room and testify for you personally, so that others will not wrongly accuse you again!"

There are actually whistles!

A fat and ugly little nun appeared in his mind. Tang Huan was so angry that his teeth were itchy. But no matter what she thought, she and Mingjing had not celebrated the holiday. Why did the other party sneak to the Buddhist temple in the middle of the night to see if she had received the punishment?

What kind of nun are these!

He had nowhere to vent his anger, and he could not openly bounce Master Jingci, so Tang Huan had to kneel on the ground for a whole night. During this period, she wanted to lie down and rest for a while, but Master Jingci seemed to have a pair of cat ears. As soon as she moved her legs, the old nun turned over, and was afraid that she would not understand, so she pretended to cough twice to warn her.

After one night, my waist and back were sore, and my legs were numb.

Before dawn, Master Jingci turned over and turned his back to Tang Huan and said, "Go, it's time to carry water."

Tang Huan stood up staggeringly and left silently.

If Master Jingci faced this side, he would have received the cold gaze that the disciple threw on her before leaving, but unfortunately she did not.

Tang Huan gritted his teeth and carried a jar of water before going to Song Mo to make breakfast for him.

She didn't sleep all night and was kneeling again. Her face was pale and there was no blood. She was completely different from the pretty girl who often blushed yesterday.

Song Mo held her hand worriedly and asked her what was wrong.

Tang Huan pounced on his shoulder and cried loudly, changing the reason for kneeling, Master Jingci did not allow her to return to secular life, "Brother Song, I can't be your wife openly. I'll be trapped in a nunnery all my life and can't have children for you. Brother Song, what should we do in the future? Will you want me?"

Song Mo was angry and distressed, patted her on the shoulder to comfort her: "Don't cry, don't cry, leave me the matter of returning to secular life, I will find a way. Besides, even if you can't return to secular life, you, you are my Song Mo's wife, and I won't want you!"

Tang Huan looked up at him with tears in his eyes: "Brother Song, when you get better, let's get married, okay? I think, I want to be yours..."

Song Mo wanted to say that it was too aggrieved her, but as she saw her tears flowing down, he was silent for a moment and nodded firmly: "Okay, when I get better, we will get married. Don't worry, I will treat you well."

His eyes were too serious, and Tang Huan blinked and leaned shyly on his shoulder.

Song Mo has basically done it, how should she deal with that old nun?

Poison? No poison on your hands.

Strangled her with a rope? There are so many nunnery people, and it will be dangerous if you are discovered again...

Tang Huan was thinking about this problem all morning, so when she went into the mountain to chop wood, she didn't even notice someone following her. It was not until the man rushed over and hugged her that she completely came back to her senses.

"*, do you think of Brother Six?"
Chapter completed!