Tang Huan tied a circle of gauze around his right leg.

When the old doctor applied her medicine, she grinned and cried out in pain. This time she didn't pretend, it hurts really. At that time, because she was angry with Song Mo, she thought of such a bad idea for a moment. Now that the matter has passed, Song Mo has obviously softened her, and she forgot about the resentment and only cares about the pain.

The old doctor went out after taking the medicine, and Tang Huan listened to the conversation outside.

She heard Song Mo ask if her leg injury could recover as before. The old doctor said no, and she would definitely have scars, but using a good scar removal ointment, the scar would be lighter. After a while, she heard Song Mo whisper, "Look at how good the ointment you can buy for this money, get me the best one."

There was no sound again, and the old doctor probably went to get the medicine.

Tang Huan was a little stunned.

When he went down the mountain, Song Mo took her back to get the money and took all his savings with him. Just now, did he give all the money to the old doctor, or did he only take out a part of it?

Tang Huan was lit at noon, and Song Mo carried her down the mountain all the way, passing by two villages before reaching the town. After coming out of the medicine hall, night had already fallen, there were not many pedestrians on the street, and vendors from all walks of life were about to close their stalls.

Song Mo walked back with her on her back.

"It's so late, it's hard to walk on the night road, why don't we stay in the inn for one night?" Tang Huan's heart moved and discussed it with him naturally. When she came, she quarreled all the way, and she scolded him and slapped her on the butt. Her seemingly angry actions actually imply intimacy. Tang Huan is not a fool. She knew that although Song Mo didn't say it, he had already forgiven her and was willing to ask her, a bad woman. This means that she basically didn't have to worry about anything in front of him.

Song Mo kept walking and sneered at her coldly: "Stay in the inn? Do you think you are the daughter of a daughter?"

Tang Huan curled his lips. This awkward man, even though both of them had made up, he still insisted on talking to her in this tone, as if only a gentle woman deserves to be treated gentlely, and she, a bad woman, is not worthy of enjoying the care of her kindness.

The inn could not stay in, Tang Huan pointed to the bun shop at the intersection in front and shouted: "Then buy two buns to eat, I'm hungry!"

This time, Song Mo did not object and walked over with her on his back.

Vegetable buns cost one penny, meat buns cost two pennies.

The boss lady looked at the two of them, and after being surprised, she asked Song Mo how many vegetarian meat stuffings were needed.

Tang Huan quietly muttered in his ear: "If you like vegetarian food, just eat vegetarian food. Anyway, I want to eat two, no, eat three meat buns."

Song Mo ignored her and asked the boss to wrap three vegetarian meats, and then walked a long way before stopping. After thinking about it, he handed her the oil paper bag on his left hand, "Three vegetarian foods, don't you like to eat them."

Tang Huan was so angry that he pulled his ears. He pinched his thigh with his right hand, so he had to take the oil paper bag and eat it on his shoulder. He bite it all over the noodles, then took another bite, and finally got the meat...

She laughed secretly, this guy must have forgotten which side is meat and which side is vegetables.

Tang Huan ate it secretly without saying a word. Seeing that the second bun was about to disappear, she suddenly smelled the smell of meat. In fact, it always smelled, but she was too hungry before and didn't notice it. Tang Huan looked at the buns, and then looked at Song Mo's side face in the dark. The two were so close that he couldn't smell the smell of meat buns?

He did it on purpose.

Tang Huan couldn't help but think a lot.

Yes, he was giving her meat buns in a roundabout way. With this intention, if he could, how could he not stay in the inn but chose to walk the long night road in the dark? When he just paid the money, he only found ten copper coins, probably all the money on him?

He used all his savings to buy her the best scar removal medicine he could afford.

This man treats her very well.

Tang Huan was a little moved and finished the remaining two bites. She brought the third bun to his mouth: "I'm full, I'll give you this one, I'll feed you."

Song Mo doesn't eat it.

Tang Huan laughed at him: "Haha, you got the wrong buns. These three I ate are made of meat. Oh, I thought I had eaten them all secretly, but I saw that you were so pitiful. Look, eat it quickly, it will be no good if it gets cold in a while. Besides, you have to carry me up the mountain and don't eat some meat. What should I do if I lose strength later?"

She smiled like a thief mouse who stole cat food and wanted to show off her power. Song Mo's face was gloomy, but she felt inexplicably happy. As long as she stopped pretending to lie to him and make her proud, it would be nothing.

With her hand, he ate four buns in one breath.

There were some things that he knew well when he carried her down the mountain. She was so smart that he didn't have to pretend anymore.

The moon slowly gets up.

Song Mo began to go up the mountain. The mountain road was bumpy. No matter how careful he was, he still woke up the person on his back.

The mountain wind was cool, and Tang Huan, who had been sleeping for a short time, quickly became energetic. She hugged his neck and spoke to him: "The house is burning, where will we sleep when we go back?"

Song Mo quietly avoided the side, "The mat was not burned, so I'll make do with it in the firewood shed tonight. I'll build a shed tomorrow, soon, and then clean up the ruins and build a house again." The wood in the mountains is used casually, and only some effort is needed, and it doesn't take a lot of money.

Tang Huan was still obedient when he got the advantage and touched his face frivolously: "Tsk tsk, you have a good life. After burning a small wooden house, you will get a beautiful and gentle little wife. It's not that I'm boasting, but I'm just going to be a young grandmother for me."

Song Mo's breathing suddenly changed, and he frowned and scolded her: "Don't move around... Just like you, you can be a concubine at most. The master must be dignified and virtuous when marrying a young grandmother."

"Do you think I'm not dignified?"

Tang Huan chuckled, withdrew his hand and stopped touching him. After a while, he suddenly lay on his shoulder and started crying.

Song Mo was panicked, thinking that she was a daughter's house, maybe she couldn't listen to such ridicule. She was having a headache to coax her. Suddenly she heard her sobbing, "Master Song, I am a lady from the Tang family in the county. My parents have taught me to act dignifiedly since I was a child. Don't get close to men when I go out. Now I am lost and injured. Fortunately, Mr. Song saved me. But you carried me back like this and was seen. I really have no face to see my family again. Please let me go. If you can help me send a letter to my family and inform them to pick me up, I will be very grateful."

Every word is gentle and gentle, which not only brings the shyness of the little daughter and the uneasiness of being close to the man.

Song Mo was still standing there, and Tang Huan teased him with a smile: "How is it, if you are really Mr. Song, seeing me as beautiful as you are, will you immediately promise to propose marriage to my parents?"

Song Mo gritted his teeth: "You will just pretend."

"Then do you like it?" Tang Huan touched his neck and blew on him.

It seemed as if a feather was blowing by, it was numb and itchy, and Song Mo's body was tightening.

Tang Huan took his earlobe in his mouth, touched it gently, and said charmingly: "Song Mo, don't worry, I like you, I only seduce you, I only show you, I only show you, do you like it?"

What is pretending? Did she pretend to be someone else? Never, even if she acts gentle, it is still her. The master said that women have a thousand faces and she does whatever she wants. Who can say that she is pretending? Who can say that she is learning from other women? A gentle and kind little nun will tease Song Mo like that? Without those teasing and bold closeness, will Song Mo fall in love with her? In the final analysis, Song Mo likes her as a person, and likes the throbbing she gives him. Because if he likes him, he doesn't care about her deception or her badness.

This was her mistake. Song Mo was lucky enough to see her two kinds of things.

Does Song Mo like it?

He wanted to say he didn't like it, but why did his heart beat faster for her closeness? Why did he feel very comfortable and wanted to press her under him to deal with her?

He liked, liked this fairy-like bad woman.

But he couldn't admit it, and couldn't make her proud.

"If you don't let go, I will carry you like before." Song Mo paused and made a gesture to let her go.

Tang Huan quickly let go. One reason was that she didn't like the head-down position, and the other reason was that it was useless to tease him at this time. Save some effort and let's talk about it when you go back.

Back at the yard, Song Mo put her down, lit a torch, and then hurriedly cleaned up the firewood shed. One side of the firewood shed was against the wall, with wood boards inside, and there were firewood and hay. He spread the kang mat on the thick hay, rolled up the remaining half, laid the bedding, and then surrounded the mosquito net, so that people could barely live.

Tang Huan had a leg injury and was difficult to walk, so he carried her in again.

Tang Huan wrapped his neck around and refused to let go, "Are you sleeping with me?"

The firewood shed was full of firewood, and it was difficult to light candles and set torches, so it was pitch black inside. Song Mo couldn't see her expression clearly, but he knew what kind of provocation would be in her eyes. She wanted to shake her head, but when she asked this, he suddenly felt that if he said he wanted to sleep outside, she would definitely laugh at him for being timid.

Why sleep outside?

She is no longer the little nun. He doesn't let her go, he carries her down the mountain, and he spends all his savings for her. Haven't he already made up his mind to keep this woman by his side?

She doesn't care about a woman, why should he think too much?

"Well, you go to bed first, I'll go get water." Song Mo whispered, and when she let go of her hand with satisfaction, she stood up and went outside.

After wiping his back, he changed into a clean middle suit. Song Mo put out the torch, looked up at the night sky, took a deep breath, and stepped in without hesitation.

He saw her lying there motionless, hazy, unable to see her face clearly.

I've been tired for a day, probably sleepy, right?

Song Mo sat down carefully on her side, but unfortunately he was a big man, so heavy, and suddenly pressed up. The hay under the kang mat made a crushing sound. In such a secluded firewood shed, there was an indescribable ambiguity.

Song Mo was very nervous and was sweating when he lay down with his heartstrings tense.

Tang Huan deliberately lay on the left. Seeing his back lying on her side, she reached out to press him flat, then turned over and lay on his chest.

She took off his clothes and kissed him: "You smell so good, I want you."

Song Mo knew she was bold, but he didn't expect her to say it so bluntly. She kissed her more and more dry mouth. He pressed her shoulder nervously and said calmly: "Don't mess around, you still have injuries on your legs."

Tang Huan had been waiting for this day for a long time, so how could he retreat due to a minor injury? He immediately told him generously: "That little injury is not a problem. Just be careful and don't touch it."

Song Mo was silent for a moment, and suddenly bent his right leg. Tang Huan stopped his mouth and was secretly happy that he was about to move. Unexpectedly, he quickly stretched his legs, so her pitiful right leg rubbed against the mattress, which almost screamed out.

"If you don't, don't you just say it, just say it?" She was so angry that she bit him.

Song Mo closed his eyes and didn't say anything. She wouldn't give up obediently without giving her a little bit of pain.

Seeing him pretending to be dead, Tang Huan deliberately rubbed him with his lower abdomen and pressed him against her object, sneering: "Don't be hard if you have the ability, I really believe that you don't want me."

Song Mo breathed quickly, knowing that he could not tell her, so he put his big hand on her buttocks, pinched her hard, got up and put her flat, and said helplessly: "Go to sleep well, I have to work tomorrow morning."

Tang Huan turned his back to him angrily, thinking that after I was about to wait for me, I had to ride on you and pick it up happily.

Unfortunately, she forgot a word from her master. The more she looked at an honest man, the more she would be surprised when she got to bed.
Chapter completed!