"Ah, the water spilled!"

Tang Huan threw away the kettle in panic, looked down at his chest, and saw the beautiful scenery, she raised her eyes awkwardly, just in time to meet Song Mo's hot eyes. She angrily glanced at him, covered her chest with both hands and turned around quickly, her voice shyly and a little bit of complaint: "Second uncle, don't look!" It seemed like the little daughter was acting coquettish in front of her lover.

Song Mo's mind was swayed for a moment, and then realized something was wrong, and stammered: "Jinzhi, second uncle, second uncle didn't do it on purpose! You, go back and change your clothes!"

Tang Huan stood still, his head hanging lower.

Song Mo was a little panicked. Didn’t his niece misunderstand Meng Lang and get angry?

"Jinzhi, the second uncle really didn't mean it, I..."

"Uncle II, stop talking. Of course I know that you didn't mean it. You are my second uncle. How could it be...Uncle II, I, my body is so wet, how could you tell me to go back? There are people on the roads, and I am seen. Do I have the face to live?" Tang Huan looked at the wheat fields on both sides, squatted down quickly, clenched his arms with his hands, feeling ashamed.

Looking at her petite figure squatting there, Song Mo regretted it very much. Why didn't he expect this level?

But what should I do now?

"Do you bring a veil? Wipe it first..." He said sweating profusely, while calming down the sudden desire and fire on his body.

Tang Huan shook his head, "Forget it, Uncle Second, you can work. I'll squat here for a while. It's hot and I'll be able to do it soon."

Song Mo opened his mouth and wanted to say that wearing wet clothes is not good for the health, but he couldn't think of any other way around. He wandered for a moment and had to turn around and continue working. He thought that he could do something to make some ginger candy water for his niece at noon.

After moving forward for more than ten steps, a sudden rumbling sound came from behind him. Song Mo turned around and suddenly found that his niece was missing. A large area of ​​wheat fields on one side fell, and his niece's two little feet were exposed from it.

He was startled and threw down the wheat in his hand and ran towards it.

When he ran over, he found that his niece was lying flat on the ground, covering her face with a straw hat covering her face, and her shirt on her chest was unbuttoned and scattered on both sides, revealing a large area of ​​thin white skin and a bellyband that was half wet. There were two pink spots standing upright on the high and plump, which was very conspicuous under the sunlight. Song Mo's throat tightened, and his eyes fell on her flat waist that could not be covered by her bellyband. It was so slender and cute, as if he could hold it with his two big hands.

He seemed to understand what his niece was going to do, so he quickly turned around and was about to leave, hoping that his niece would not notice him.

"Second Uncle!"

As if she had just heard the movement, Tang Huan took off her straw hat and found a man with a red face on her head in time. She screamed and covered her shirt, closed her eyes and said shyly: "Uncle II, I, I think it's easier to fuck this kind of clothes like this. You, I, I didn't mean to keep my chest open...Uncle II!"

She turned around and lay on her side in disgrace, covering her face and covering her shame, but her delicate figure became more obvious.

"It's okay, Uncle Second, Uncle Second thought you were dizzy... Then you lie down, I'll leave!"

Song Mo fled in a hurry.

Tang Huan laughed so hard that her branches trembled, covering her mouth to prevent herself from making a sound.

I've seen so much, but I still want to maintain a simple relationship between uncle and nephew?

Don't think about it!

At noon, Song Mo accompanied Tang Huan home and cooked ginger candy water for her to drink.

Tang Huan held a big bowl in his hand and was moved to tears: "Uncle Second, you are so nice to me. If I can meet a man who is half good to me in the future, I will be satisfied."

Song Mo laughed at her: "Silly, don't worry, in the future, my second uncle will find you a husband who is better than me to you, so I will keep you from marrying you and your life will be comfortable every day." Her niece is so beautiful and so good, and being able to marry her is the greatest blessing for a man. The marriage with the Dong family is that he and his elder brother were blinded. Next time, he must confirm the man's character before getting engaged, so that he will not let his niece suffer any grievances.

Tang Huan took a sip, looked up at him, his eyes fluttering, "Uncle Second, in Jinzhi's heart, you are the best man, and there is no better person in the world than you."

She looked serious, and there seemed to be a hint of emotional lingering in her eyes. Song Mo was inexplicably nervous. Just as she was about to explore it carefully, she lowered her head and continued to drink the soup. A faint loss arose in her heart. Why was she lost? There was no way to pursue it. Song Mo shook her head, no longer thought about it, and went out to cook.

After the meal, he insisted that Tang Huan stay at home and said he would not let her go to the wheat field again.

Tang Huan kept sending him to the gate, leaning against the wall and watching him reluctantly: "Second uncle, come back early, I will prepare the meal to wait for you tonight!"

Song Mo responded with relief and strode forward. When he turned, he turned around with emotion and unexpectedly found that his niece was still standing on the spot looking at him. When he met, she smiled at him, like a beautiful rose, bright and imposing.

His heartbeat seemed to be stuck for a moment, and Song Mo's mind was confused. Before he could think of how to respond, his vision was blocked by the walls of the people next to him.

As he stopped, he remembered the strange feeling he had just now. The niece who relied on him and watched him watch him go back was more like a wife...

How could there be such a ridiculous illusion?

Song Mo clenched his fists in annoyance.

He left, Tang Huan closed the door of the kitchen, and climbed into Song Mo's quilt and slept with his head covered. A few days ago, in order to pretend to be filial to her daughter, she didn't have a good sleep. Today, she is close during the day. Now she has to make up for her sleep and continue to tease Song Mo at night.

She originally wanted to sleep until dusk, but she fell asleep in the dark and suddenly smelled the scent of porridge.

Tang Huan opened his eyes in shock and looked out, only to find that it was already dark.

"Uncle Second?" she shouted in disbelief.

Someone walked to the door and talked to her through the curtain, "Jinzhi is awake? Then get up, the meal is almost ready."

Even though she was thick-skinned, Tang Huan was still a little embarrassed. She said it was good at noon and she cooked tonight. Who would like to...

She slowly put on her clothes, went out to wash her face, stood in front of Song Mo with a squint, and explained with a blushing face: "Uncle II, I, I'm a little sleepy at noon, but I can't sleep in my quilt. When I close my eyes, some will always pop out of my head... I was very scared, covered in the quilt and didn't even dare to open my eyes. Thinking that I was not afraid to let my uncle hug last night, I closed my eyes and put down your quilt, and then fell asleep... Uncle II, when did you come back? You have been tired for a day, why don't you ask me to get up? It's my niece who cooks for you..."

Song Mo was cutting cucumber slices. Seeing her little face slept red, she smiled and said, "It's okay, just sleep. Uncle Er is not tired at all. Okay, help Uncle Er put the table on and have dinner right away."

Tang Huan goes to do things well.

The millet water porridge washed with clear water, the slices of cucumber mixed with salt and vinegar, a plate of pickles, and a boiled egg. It was put in by Song Mo when he was cooking the porridge. Of course, it was not him who ate it, but his good niece. The eggs were soaked in cold water and were no longer hot. He handed them to her: "Eat, you have lost weight these two days."

Tang Huan took the egg and glanced at her breasts quietly. She wanted to ask Song Mo how she knew she had lost weight. Could it be that she was touched? Her breasts were obviously very proud!

She skillfully peeled the eggs and broke them half for him, "Uncle Second is the chicken we raised in our family anyway. Don't just cook them for me next time. It's great that we each one. You are my second uncle. You are so tired of working and you are reluctant to eat. My niece felt distressed when she saw it."

She said she felt sorry for him...

Song Mo's heartbeat was so fast that he was uncontrollably. Why did his niece say such explicit words?

But it is true that they are uncles and nieces, and their nieces have always regarded him as their biological uncle, and of course they say whatever they think of.

While he was stunned, Tang Huan smiled and put the eggs in his bowl.

When she met her bright and smiling face, Song Mo smiled unconsciously.

After dinner, Tang Huan took the initiative to grab the work of cleaning dishes and asked Song Mo after finishing the meal: "Second uncle, I'll boil water and take a shower, are you taking a shower?"

Song Mo just came back after the chickens, "You burn your own, just wipe it with cold water." He washed his hands, helped her clean the bathtub, and sent it into the west room. When he came out, he couldn't help but ask tentatively: "Jinzhi, why don't you move to the west room to live tonight?" After all, he was a big girl, and it was not good for them to sleep in the same room.

Tang Huan squatted in front of the stove, staring at the jumping flames inside, his lips pursed tightly, and he didn't reply, but only added firewood to it one by one.

This is unwilling to...

Song Mo had no choice but to compromise: "Forget it, let's go in two days, and I'll talk about it when you get used to it."

Tang Huan's lips immediately curled up. When Song Mo saw it, he felt funny and thought that his niece was still a childish temper...

The water was ready, and the two of them washed separately.

After washing, Tang Huan went to the east room with her hair on her face.

Song Mo did not wash his hair. He was tired for a day and now he just wanted to have a good sleep.

Tang Huan stood on the ground wearing a middle-clothed shirt, her hair wrapped in a towel. Seeing that Song Mo had already lying down, she walked to the edge of the kang and asked in a low voice: "Uncle II, are you sleeping?"

Song Mo immediately sat up, "No, what's wrong?"

Tang Huan took off the towel and handed it to him, "Uncle Second, my hair is too long, and my arms are so sore when I wiped it. Can you help me? I used to be my father..." I couldn't continue to say it halfway.

Song Mo felt ache in his heart, and he took the towel without hesitation, "Turn over, second uncle will help you."

Tang Huan turned over silently. Song Mo sat cross-legged on the kang, carefully wiping her hair, from top to bottom. When he saw her thin white earlobes, he quickly closed his eyes.

"Well, it feels so comfortable. It's great to have Uncle II." Tang Huan's head swayed gently with his movements, and his voice was soft, "Ah, Uncle II is gentle, it hurts a little..."

It was completely dark outside. The villagers usually don’t light the lights at night. Some things can be done when they are in the dark, and they can wait for dawn before talking about them. The Song family is no exception, but tonight, Tang Huan deliberately lit candles.

In such a secluded house, the candlelight was dim and soft, the nose was the fragrance unique to the girl's body, and her soft cry was in her ears. Song Mo's breathing was getting heavier and heavier uncontrollably, and he just hoped to end soon. Unfortunately, because of his guilt, he did not dare to ask her not to speak.

"Uncle Second, I feel like I'm wet on my back. I'll lift my hair to the front and turn it sideways."

"good."

So Tang Huan turned around, bent down, and pushed the black hair that was as long as his buttocks to the front.

Song Mo's movements froze.

In this position, her side face and neck were exposed, and the loose collar of the middle clothes became looser with her movements. The snow-white and plump inside were deep grooves in the middle, which was shocking.

If she just felt nervous just now, Song Mo's body would be burning now.

But he could only pretend that he didn't see it, otherwise if he gave up halfway, his niece would definitely ask, if...

He wrapped her long hair with a towel, rubbed it gently, and closed his eyes and did not look at her.

He didn't look, and Tang Huan looked at him sideways. Because of his position, she could only see below his chest. When he looked up, he could detect her movements. Of course, there was nothing good about his chest, but why did he stick a part between his legs? Although he deliberately covered it with his middle clothes, Tang Huan still noticed it keenly.

Tang Huan chuckled.

This man is honest, but he can't help but tease him.

Master said that when a man who has never loved him is easily moved when he encounters temptation, it is an instinct to vent. When the instinct is awakened, the more he controls, the more he is depressed, the more eager he is.

She was by his side to seduce him. He was not a guardian, he was her second uncle, and he had to take care of her, so he couldn't even hide. So, Uncle Song, how long can you last?

Unfortunately, she needed an opportunity to tell him about her love. If she didn't have the opportunity to speak out, she would easily be suspicious. The identity of her uncle and niece was not only a shackle that trapped him by her side, but also a barrier that hindered her from doing things.

After wiping her hair, Song Mo's clothes on her back were almost wet.

Tang Huan hung up a towel as if nothing had happened, blew out the candles, took off his shoes and went to the kang.

His hair just stopped dripping and was still wet, so Tang Huan took it for granted: "Uncle Second, my hair is not dry and I can't sleep. It's boring to sit down. Why don't I help you rub your shoulders? You've been busy all day, and your shoulders must be sore."

After the long torture just now, Song Mo's sleepiness had long disappeared, but he didn't dare to agree to her. He lie down and went to bed: "No, Uncle Second just wants to sleep now, why don't you turn the wax again, sew clothes, etc., and wait until the hair is dry before resting."
To be continued...