The breeze is gentle, and the mountains are still very cool under the twilight.

Song Mo felt very hot, and his back was already wet.

He couldn't look at her, he closed his eyes, he couldn't touch her, he was careful. This slowed down, the slower the more he was, the more tormented he was. But because of the previous concerns, he couldn't end in a hurry.

When she tied her underwear belt rope, her fingertips accidentally touched her lower abdomen, which was delicate and smooth, making him feel moved. Just as she was about to divert her mind and forget the touch, she suddenly let out a weak and weak cry, as if she was shocked, afraid and ashamed, drifting into his ears with the mountain wind.

Song Mo is going crazy.

Why do you have to go down the mountain to sell mountain goods today? You won’t be able to encounter such things half a day or half a day later?

However, if he didn't meet this little master, he would be bullied by the evil ones...

She looks only fourteen or fifteen years old, and she is still a little nun. That evil man is so conscientious!

The anger gradually calmed down the heat that Song Mo shouldn't have. He stretched out his hand, touched her shoes first, and then found her outer pants. Because of the barriers of underwear, he didn't have to worry too much, and he quickly put on the outer pants.

He turned around, opened his eyes, and his eyes fell on the blue-gray black robe lying quietly on the grass. As long as he put on this piece, he would be free.

Tang Huan looked at his tall back and smiled softly.

She can wear pants while lying down, but where is the top? She wanted to see what he was going to do.

Song Mo was stunned for a while while looking at a locust tree with a thick waist next to him, and had an idea.

He picked up the black robes and closed his eyes when he returned to Tang Huan. "Little Master, I'll take you to wear clothes under the tree, offend."

Tang Huan really didn't expect that he would think of this method. He thought he would let her lean in his arms.

But it doesn't matter, she has a way.

"I'm sorry to give up the donor." She said in fear and shyly.

Song Mo didn't say anything, covered her black robes and held up the back of her head. His subordinates asked for action. He made sure that the clothes had wrapped her tightly, and then picked up the person, opened his eyes and walked under the tree.

When you are about to dress, you still have to close your eyes.

So he didn't see it. Tang Huan quickly and quietly untied the two bellybands when he put down her and picked up the clothes and frowned.

She leaned against the tree trunk, and Song Mo half knelt on one side, first put her right arm into the sleeve, then held the back of her head with her left hand, and steadily pulled the clothes with her right hand, intending to pass through her behind.

In this posture, if you look from behind the two, the man is hugging the woman.

Between his arms, his resolute chin was right in front of him. Tang Huan looked up and could see his tightly pursed lips and closed eyes.

It turns out that teasing serious people is so interesting.

Just as he was about to put on her coat, Tang Huan screamed "ah".

Song Mo's hand trembled, his voice trembling: "What's wrong?" He was really scared and just wanted to complete this task quickly and was unwilling to have trouble again.

Even though he knew he couldn't see it, Tang Huan pretended to be ashamed to close his eyes and stuttered: "Donor, just now, you brought me over, and I, me, the straps there were all scattered..."

Belt?

No, he was obviously tied very tightly.

"I understand, I'll tie you again later." Song Mo swallowed and continued to move his hands.

Tang Huan guessed that he had misunderstood, and his voice became even more delicate: "Donor, yes, yes, belly, bellyband... the strap."

Song Mo was stiff all over, and the scene he had seen suddenly flashed through his mind. Her bellyband was rolled up by the bastard, revealing a snow-white and plump ball. In the dark twilight, a little red plum stood quietly at the top of the bright snow.

An inexplicable dry fire rose from his lower abdomen, making his mouth and tongue dry.

Song Mo didn't know why he had such a change. He told himself over and over again not to think too much, and said calmly: "I, I'll put on your coat first, and wait for me to find your junior sister. If you have any inconveniences for your junior sister, please ask your junior sister for help."

Tang Huan stared at the sweat beads on his forehead and his mind flew: "Donor, I, I know that this kind of request should not be spoken. But you don't know that I have always had some chaotic gaps with my junior sister. I don't let you find her because I am afraid that she will see me like this and go back to tell others. Donor, although I have never read a book, I also know the reason why three people become tigers. Once this matter spreads to the mouths of those senior sisters, I can't live... Don't worry, I am a nun, and there is only Buddha in my heart. The donor also help me. As long as the donor doesn't mind me too much, I will only be grateful to the donor and will never have any thoughts."

Song Mo was silent, he believed in her. There were right and wrong everywhere. Even monks and nuns had different levels of superiority and inferiority, and all kinds of small thoughts.

But, putting that on her can't solve it by closing her eyes.

Seeing him hesitating, Tang Huan bit his lip and cried in a low voice: "Forget the donor, go, just pretend that you have never met me. I was bullied by the evil people just now. Even if the evil people fail, I have no shame to continue to live in the world. I should have committed suicide. It is wrong to live a life. How can I make the donor distress again..."

Song Mo was confused: "Don't say that, you are innocent when you are in danger in the barren mountain."

Tang Huan thrust: "But I..."

Song Mo was upset by her crying: "Forget it, since the little master is worried that others will know about it, then I, I..."

Tang Huan hurriedly begged: "Donor, please help me again. Don't worry, don't worry, I will keep my mouth shut and will never damage the donor's reputation..."

Song Mo smiled bitterly. He was a big man who lived in the mountains for a long time. He never cared about his reputation? But this little nun, at this moment, was not worried about her, and she was still thinking about his reputation. She was not afraid of him being malicious? She just trusted him so much? Yes, she obviously had a rift with her junior sister, and when she woke up, she asked him to save the other party as soon as she woke up, which showed that she was pure and kind-hearted. Since this is the case, as long as he had a clear conscience and was worthy of her trust, what's wrong to help her?

Those tortures were purely because he thought too much about it.

"How to do it?" After calming down, he asked in a deep voice, still a little embarrassed.

"Donor, just tie a stronger knot at will, one behind the neck, one on the waist, and one on the waist, and one on it. Donor, you, do whatever you want." Tang Huan said quietly, tremblingly.

Song Mo said "yes".

Next was a long silence, and he was thinking about how to tie that for her.

It seems that no matter how you do it, you will have physical contact?

If her body is not soft and she can't even sit still, it will be more convenient.

Song Mo sighed, pulled off his belt to cover his eyes, "Little Master, don't worry, I..."

Tang Huan looked at him with a smile, but his voice was full of trust: "Well, the donor is a good person, I believe in you."

"Then Mr. Song offended him."

Song Mo also sat down against the tree, silent for a while, and asked, "Where are the clothes?"

"When you put me down just now, it fell on my lap." Tang Huan stared at his eyes covered with belts, and forced himself to stop laughing. Song Mo in the dream was so fun. I wonder if that was really the same? It shouldn't be possible. The ice cube that kills people without blinking must not have so much patience to take care of a little nun.

Tang Huan touched his neck, and a vengeful smile appeared on the corner of his lips. He didn't want her to pick her, so she killed her, so she insisted on picking him!

Seeing that Song Mo's hand was about to touch his bellyband, Tang Huan whispered, "Go a little higher." As he said that, he quietly raised his chest.

So, Song Mo's rough fingers touched a soft ball.

"Don't..." Tang Huan cried and said, Jiaojiao and scared.

Song Mo suddenly pulled his hand back like a scald, and his ears became hot. Could it be that he had touched it...

"Donor, I, no, it slid down when you reached over." Tang Huan waited for a while, and saw that he had no intention of rushing up, he quickly explained in a low voice.

Song Mo didn't know what to say. Since she didn't blame him, he pretended that he hadn't touched her, lowered his hand and touched her legs.

I touched it, a thin ball, like a piece of cloth.

Song Mo turned around and groped his bellyband with his back to her. Fortunately, he had a quick glance before. He had some impression of the shape of the bellyband and could find out which side was up and which side was down.

It felt almost done, so he turned back, spread his bellyband on his legs, and said, "My little master, can you lie on my legs?"

Tang Huan raised his eyebrows and looked at him: "Well, it's just me, I can't move..."

Song Mo didn't say anything, pulled down his sleeve to cover his hands, then groped and put it on her shoulder, and put her down on his legs.

In this position, Tang Huan was about to face the ground!

"Donor, please change your position. It's so uncomfortable to get my legs around..." she begged eagerly.

Song Mo froze and said after a long time, "Okay, but please close your eyes."

Tang Huan opened his eyes and said shyly: "I, I've been shut up all the time... Donor Song, I believe you."

Song Mo's heart beat for a moment, as if the mountain wind blowing towards him also blew his heart.

He didn't know how to describe that feeling. Perhaps it was because of the other party's trust that he felt very comfortable?

Forget it, think about something.

Song Mo turned sideways and knelt towards her. He hesitated for a moment, put the two straps on the bellyband into his mouth and bit them so that the bellyband would hang on his chest. When he was ready, he held her and leaned on his shoulder.

Tang Huan looked at his every move.

She understood that this man was really different from others.

Wait a little longer, it really doesn't work, she can only take the initiative.

She leaned obediently on his shoulder, with a tree trunk in front of her eyes, his cold face on one side, his chest against his strong chest, and behind her was his clumsy and trembling movements. Tang Huan considered herself a beauty, and even if Qiao Liu, who could hook her on her head, could touch the hearts of most men. Unexpectedly, she met one of the few.

When his hand walked around her shoulders and began to tie the strap around her neck, Tang Huan trembled slightly and exclaimed in his mouth.

Song Mo was overjoyed and asked her stiffly: "Can you move?"

Tang Huan replied happily: "Well, it seems that it can be done, but it's still a little numb. Donor Song is holding me up for a while." As she said that, she pushed him weakly, pressed his little hand on his waist, and then she seemed to be unable to match her strength, and then she tilted downwards and fell between his legs.

There is a high and erect hardness there.

Tang Huan was really surprised. Seeing his serious look, he didn't expect that it would be raised here.

With this surprise, she asked innocently: "Ah, what is this?" Then she held it and moved it back and forth twice as if curious.

The master said that men, especially those who have never had meat, will be the moment when their life roots are held by others.
Chapter completed!