Tang Huan is really about to be driven crazy by Song Mo!

If she hadn't seen the majesty under him, she would have wondered whether this man could do it!

During the day, he worked, and seeing that he was sweating profusely, she really couldn't get interested. At night, he wiped it clean and lay down. She used various means to tease him. The man was honestly allowed to make fun of him at first, but later he was probably impatient. He actually wrapped a rope around the roof of the shed, hung up her injured right leg, and tied her hands. Looking at the man who was breathing heavily on his head, Tang Huan was very excited. When this guy was not only enlightened, he also wanted to do something, but he didn't expect him to tie her tightly. Then he lay aside and coldly warned her that she would dare to be honest before her leg injury recovered and tie her like this during the day.

The next night, Tang Huan was unwilling to challenge him once, and then he was tied up for a day. She scolded him for provoking him, so he simply stuffed a veil into her mouth and continued to work hard outside.

In this way, Tang Huan had to be honest and understand a truth. As a female flower picker, she must learn martial arts well, otherwise it would be useless to meet a good man. She was born with less strength than others, and she couldn't do anything to be strong...

After taking care of her for six or seven days, the wound on her leg was scarred, and Tang Huan finally recovered from movement.

Song Mo built a wooden shed in the backyard, similar to the melon shed built by farmers in the watermelon field. He meant that before the new house was built, the two of them would sleep in the shed first, and all the usual miscellaneous items were put into the firewood shed. He also set up a pot in the yard, and he had to cook the fire these days. Looking at the messy and neat yard, Tang Huan had to admit that Song Mo was really good at living.

She burned the house in a fire, because she knew it was just a dream. After sleeping, the two of them would enter a new dream, so she never considered how they lived after the house was gone. But Song Mo didn't know that he was living so real, as if he had planned their lives for the rest of their lives.

She is such a bad woman...

But who asked Song Mo to wipe her neck? If he had been willing to let her pick her for a night, wouldn’t there be so many things?

Tang Huan lay in the shed with peace of mind, looking at the man who was sawing wood in front of him. He stood under the tree with bare shirtless, his left leg was upright, and his right leg bent up and stepped on the long wood on the stool. The morning light passed through the leaves and cast a mottled spot on his wheat-colored back and chest, making his cold and stern face in a daze.

It's him, not him.

Tang Huan was confused. Before she entered the dream, she didn't understand Song Mo's true temperament. In the dream, he only had the same appearance as Song Mo or had a similar temper? Could it be that Song Mo, who is even higher than his master's martial arts skills, is really so honest and cute?

Dreaming, how is that possible!

Tang Huan turned over and no longer thought about the things that were there, and secretly thought about new ways.

After breakfast, Song Mo continued to work. Tang Huan put down the gauze tents at both ends of the shed and hid inside to cut the ruler. Two days ago, Song Mo went to the foot of the mountain to sell three wild game. When he came back, he was cold and threw a few colorful rulers, saying that he could make clothes for her. By the way, he had already picked up the nun hat for her.

Tang Huan loves beauty. She wants to enjoy the sex fun in bed and let Song Mo devote herself to it. Then, if he stripped her clothes with great fighting spirit and saw the hideous wound on her legs, he would definitely be disappointed! Tang Huan did not allow this to happen. She cut the red cloth into a belt, wrapped it around her right calf, and finally tied a beautiful knot on her knees. She sure she would not let go, so she put on her pants.

Everything was ready, and the scorching sun outside had risen to the middle.

Song Mo called her out for dinner.

Tang Huan jumped lightly from the bed.

Song Mo was putting the table, and when he heard the noise, he turned around and scolded her: "Your leg injury is not yet cured, don't jump around."

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt at all. I have a sense of my own." Tang Huan sat down with a smile and looked up at him: "Brother Song, do you want me tonight?"

Every time I hooked up with him, I would call him Brother Song.

Song Mo was used to it somehow. After handing her the food, he stopped talking and ate.

Will he feel good if she has not been doing well these few days? If she hadn't been concerned about her leg injury and hooking him like that, he would have been mortifying her on the spot. None of them had relatives, so there was no need to bother with the bridal chambers. And now he had no money to do it. When she recovered from the wound, the two of them would have been married.

Tang Huan glanced at him, ate obediently, and went back to the shed to sleep after dinner.

I was sleeping soundly and was awakened by a muffled thunder above my head. When I woke up, I realized that the wind was blowing into the shed, which made it very comfortable to blow into the shed.

The sun was covered with dark clouds outside, and Song Mo was holding his things to the firewood shed. As soon as he packed them up, the raindrops were like broken beads, smashing them down in the sky.

When Song Mo ran back to the shed, rain flowed down his face and neck, and his pants were soaked.

Tang Huan's thoughts turned around, but she didn't get up, and just rubbed her eyes and said to him: "The rain is quite heavy, I guess it won't stop for a while. Why don't you go outside and wash it, wipe it dry, and lie down to take a nap..." She covered her face, opened her mouth and whispered.

Song Mo's pants were wet and he must have changed. Hearing her say this, although she knew she must have some other thoughts, she thought, no matter what bad ideas she had, if he didn't cooperate, could she still force herself? So she stepped into the rain, hid on the side of the firewood shed and took a shower in the rain.

Tang Huan took off the towel hanging beside him, sat on the bed and waited for him, his eyes wandering around the shed.

Below is a hard bed board, with hay and mats on the kang mat and bedding. It is quite comfortable to lie on it. The roof of the shed is not high, so she can stand up in it, but Song Mo can't do it, but this is a place to rest and sleep, and you don't have to stand up. The heavy rain outside is also quite atmosphere. The only thing she is worried about is whether the shed is strong. Don't collapse halfway through it, that would be too disgusting.

Footsteps sounded, and Song Mo was back.

Tang Huan laughed, but he just couldn't do anything if he was stupid.

Song Mo was very embarrassed.

He forgot something. He woke up early in the past and needed to change his clothes. He just took the clothes and hid aside to change them. He ran out impulse just now and didn't think about the clothes at all. Now he is back, how can he change it? There is no umbrella in the shed, and when he gets dry clothes, he will definitely be wet by the rain. When he changes it inside, she is awake again...

Although she had been sneaked at night, he still couldn't show it in front of her in broad daylight.

He stopped on the side of the shed and hesitated.

Tang Huan laughed at him: "Come in, it's not that I haven't seen it before. I don't mind. Why are you ashamed of? Come in quickly. You'll get sick after being in the rain for a long time. Our house has not been built yet. If you are sick, don't expect me to work!"

Be lazy to her!

Song Mo walked in with a blue face, but saw her kneeling on the bed, holding a towel in her hand and looking at him with a smile: "Come here, I'll wipe your body."

All the awkward and anger suddenly disappeared, and Song Mo strode over, turned around and looked at her with his back.

Tang Huan pressed his neck down: "Low down, wipe your body first, and then wipe your hair."

Song Mo lowered his head.

Her hands were hot, and it was a sensational itch when it fell on him. Song Mo knew that she did it on purpose, but she didn't delay the matter. The other hand was wiped very seriously, so he had to acquiesce her. The back was dry, she pressed on his back, and reached her in front to help him wipe his chest. Song Mo held her hand and said in a muffled voice: "I'll do it myself."

"No, Song Mo, don't be so lazy, I'm actually happy. You are my man, I am your woman, you take care of me so much, let me serve you now." Tang Huan kissed his back and said softly.

Song Mo stopped talking.

Tang Huan wanted to take off his pants, but this time he refused. Tang Huan had to throw the towel to him, lay back in anger, and threatened him in the quilt: "Then you have to lie down after changing your pants, I'll wipe your hair. If you don't let me, I'll run into the rain!"

Song Mo quickly wiped the bulging smile at the ball, changed into his mid-trousers, stepped on his head consciously, and stretched out his bedboard, "Okay, come and wipe my hair."

Tang Huan sat up, covered her waist with the quilt, and pouted, "You are too tall, so I'd better lie down, so I don't have to raise my arms."

Song Mo knew she was lazy, so he didn't think much about it when he heard this. He stretched his long legs inside, put his head on his arms, and his eyes facing the ground, waiting for her to come.

Tang Huan quietly took off his robe, got up, stepped on his waist, and slowly sat down.

Song Mo's body stiffened and his breathing became chaotic.

He was not wearing clothes on top, she was not wearing clothes on bottom.

"you……"

"How am I?" Tang Huan lay down and put it on his back. He untied the cloth belt that tied his hair with his left hand, held his firm chin with his right hand, and kissed his face gently: "Don't be nervous, I just want to help you wipe your hair and clothes. It was because I just slept so hot. Don't think too much. It's not until night, I won't be messed up...ah!"

Before he finished speaking, the cloth belt was untied. The man under him suddenly stretched out an arm and hugged her waist. A brute force came. Tang Huan felt a moment of dizziness and he was pressing under him. She wanted to see him, but water on his forehead fell into her eyes. She was anxious to rub it. Suddenly, the man asked her hoarsely: "Do you really want it?" Heavy breathing was like the heat that day, rushing towards him.

Tang Huan stopped rubbing his eyes, first hugged his neck, blinked hard, opened his eyes and looked at him, as if he was dazzlingly starry-like: "I think, when I saw you at first, I wanted you. Song Mo, if you were a man, I would want me now! I don't care anymore, why are you still enduring?"

Song Mo's eyes were as dark as ink, and he couldn't see his emotions: "Say it again."

Tang Huan looked back at the man without any retreat: "I said I want you, I want you at first sight, just want you..."

"Then you see if I am a man!"

Song Mo interrupted her almost with a low growl. With his big hand turned, Tang Huan turned to lying face down. She felt inexplicably scared. When she remembered, her body was heavily pressed by him and could not move. She was about to look back and the sound of him pulling his pants came from his ears. The next moment, his waist was raised high by him. Before Tang Huan could react, he suddenly spread her legs and rubbed her big hand quickly under her twice. Pressed her fingers somewhere, and then, without waiting for Tang Huan to stop him, he thrust his waist hard and broke in.

"pain……"

"Um……"

The woman cried sharply, covering up the muffled groans from the man's throat.

After losing strength on his wrist, Tang Huan fell on the bedding, and tears burst out uncontrollably. She didn't want to cry, but she would be hungry if she didn't eat. She thought of the tears, but she couldn't control them. She wanted to scold people, but she couldn't make any sound, as if taking a breath could touch the bottom and deepen the pain.

Song Mo, this bastard, she wanted to pick him, but she wasn't picking him!

All honest and cute are all pretending to be honest and cute. He is the one who wiped her neck with a sword. Now he has no sword anymore, so he wants to stab her to death with that stick!

Her body was trembling in pain.

Every time I shake it, the tighter the man bites it.

Song Mo knelt behind her, unable to see her face, she didn't say anything, he didn't know what she was thinking, but he still remembered the sarcasm of this woman, so he pinched her waist and pulled out with difficulty, and then pushed in hard, "Why don't you talk anymore? I've found out that I'm a man?"

"Damn... bastard, you are a bastard!" Tang Huan finally recovered some strength, and when he heard this, he immediately shouted and scolded him.

"Asshole? Is a bastard a man?"

When Song Mo heard that she was so confident, the little worry in his heart disappeared. He clenched her waist and hit him fiercely. She was too tight, and he was holding him everywhere from the inside to the outside. He refused to stay when he went in. He couldn't tell whether it was her intentional, and he couldn't think about it. There was only a strong sense of pleasure left in his mind. The only thought was that since she wanted him so much, he would give her and give her enough!

The man was not gentle at all. Tang Huan was not easily admitting his character, but he was too big and too long, and he was so dry and fast in and out, which really hurt so much that he was deadly. Seeing that he was getting more and more cruel, Tang Huan couldn't stand it anymore and cried loudly: "It hurts, it hurts, Song Mo, you bastard, do you want to kill me!"

Song Mo stopped urgently, his tone was unstable and suspicious: "It hurts?"

Tang Huan cried. She should have remembered it long ago. She had a pain once before she fell asleep. How could she forget it?

She pretended to cry in front of him once or twice, but Song Mo still didn't believe her, so he slowly put down her waist and hips. He carefully couldn't control it, and then gently leaned on her thin back and looked down at her. When he saw this, he was startled and saw that her face was pale and tears were rippling on her face.

Really crying...

He felt panicked and raised his waist and wanted to quit.

Tang Huan noticed it and stopped him in a silence: "Don't leave, just wait a while." It will hurt sooner or later. Now when you go out, it may hurt even more if you come in later.

Song Mojin was neither retreating nor retreating, and asked her guiltily: "Since it hurts so much, why do you still want it so much?" He has never had a woman, and he didn't know what women would feel like in such a thing. She had repeatedly harassed him, but he thought that women would be happy in this matter.

Tang Huan glared at him hatefully: "Don't you know that women will feel pain for the first time? If you are gentle, I will get over the pain after a little pain. But if you do nothing, you will break in without doing anything. Do you want my life?"

"Who told you... forget it, I'd better go out." Song Mo couldn't bear to defend her. He thought about it and still didn't want it. Although he felt very comfortable, he felt really distressed when she felt so painful.

Tang Huan was so angry that she didn't know what to say. She tried her best to hook him up. Seeing that there were only a few days left before the one-month period, if he had any resistance to this matter, she would not only die, but also in vain.

She lowered her head and taught him quietly: "Don't leave, you, kiss my back, it won't hurt if you relax." The master taught her how to relieve the first pain.

"Is it useful?" Song Mo asked worriedly.
To be continued...