The lights are soft and the interior is quiet.

Song Mo stood in front of the screen, facing away from his disciple, and was about to unbutton the side of his shirt when he suddenly realized a problem.

How could he reveal his whole body in front of Xiao Wu?

"Xiao Wu, I forgot to take the replacement clothes over. You can go inside and help me get it on the bed." He continued to unbutton calmly, took off his top, revealing the slightly thin man's back, wide shoulders and narrow waist, and his color was as beautiful as jade. When he put clothes on the screen, he raised one arm high, and Tang Huan's eyes were caught with lines from his armpits to his waist.

In the previous three dreams, Song Mo was very strong and strong, and he was very happy to do things, but women were naturally beautiful. Now Song Mo is so thin and powerful, with no fat on his waist and abdomen. He is like carvings of beautiful jade, which is Tang Huan’s favorite.

But Master Song is so cunning!

Look at his calm and composed look. He doesn't seem to mind being naked and naked in front of his disciples, but why did he unbutton so long? Why did he still have to clean up the hem of the clothes after putting on his middle clothes instead of taking off his pants? That was to be replaced and washed, not put in the box and kept for the winter!

Even though he knew that he just didn't want her to see, Tang Huan had no reason to refuse. Who made her a good disciple who was well-behaved and obedient?

Without waiting for Song Mo to urge him, Tang Huan went to the inner room calmly with a calm expression. After entering the room, he immediately took a quick step, rushed to the head of the bed, grabbed his clothes and rushed back, and took a deep breath when he reached the door, and calmed down.

Unfortunately, she was still one step slower. When she was bypassing the screen, Song Mo happened to sit in the water and didn't even let her see her ass.

Tang Huan curled his lips, put down his clothes, picked up a towel and prepared to go over and wipe his back.

Hearing the footsteps, Song Mo turned around, his chest pressed against the wall of the bucket, his arms rested on the edge of the bucket, and his eyes closed and he rested: "Xiao Wu, just wipe my back." He washed himself in the front a while.

What a conservative man, he can't even show him a male disciple!

Tang Huan stared at the man's face for a while, stepped forward, held the edge of the wooden barrel with one hand, and wiping water with the other hand to wipe his back. His eyes fell on his back, and he leaned down along his spine, and kept sinking into the water until the waves rippled and couldn't see clearly.

Since I can remember, this is the first time that Song Mo has been taken to bathe.

Not to mention, Xiao Wu's strength is not light or heavy, it feels quite comfortable to do.

Song Mo couldn't help but open his eyes and looked sideways, because his head was still facing forward, and he could only see the disciple's leaning forward body and waist below. His eyes slowly moved downward and landed on the disciple's feet. A thought suddenly arose in his heart. Is his feet so small when he was the same age as his disciple?

Just as he was thinking, the hand on his back suddenly sank into the water and leaned towards his waist. Song Mo immediately straightened his back: "Xiao Wu, just help your master wipe his back. Master will do it yourself below, so that the deep water will make your sleeves wet." He turned his head to look at him, his voice calm.

I don't know if it was because of the steam of water or because I was tired of wiping my back, Song Mo saw the disciple's cheeks and sweating on his nose, and his eyes became clear and bright, and extremely lively. Then, his eyes somehow fell on his naked arms, white and slender.

Tang Huan had already gone around Song Mo. Seeing that he had been staring at his arm, she stretched her arm in front of him and blinked in confusion.

Song Mo also stretched out his hand calmly, wrapped his disciple's arms around, and quickly let go, frowned and said, "Xiao Wu, you are too thin. You must eat more in the future and practice your strength normally. Don't think that you sit on a lantern every day, but if you are not in good health, it is easy to get into the root of the disease. The masters in our shop have some problems with their shoulders, neck, waist and legs."

Tang Huan squatted down curiously, hit the ground with one knee, looked up at him, and opened his red lips lightly.

The disciple's red little face was too close to him. Song Mo instinctively looked to the side. He thought that Xiao Wu would not squat down for no reason, so he turned back and stared at his lips for a while, saying, "Master is still young. First, he doesn't make many lanterns, and second, he often goes to the mountains and is in good health."

Tang Huan gestured with him excitedly.

Song Mo nodded, "Of course, I can. Next time my master will take you to the mountain and teach you how to choose bamboo."

Tang Huan smiled happily and stood up to wipe his other shoulder.

It's really easy to satisfy... Song Mo was funny and felt very relaxed. He slowly closed his eyes and enjoyed the service of his disciples.

The back has been wiped, and Tang Huan is unwilling to leave like this.

Putting the towel aside, she pressed her little hands against his back. When the man suddenly tightened, he quickly turned into only the index fingers pressing against him and began to write.

At the beginning, it was a strange touch, gently caressing like feathers. Song Mo was confused about what the disciple was going to do. The feeling suddenly changed. Although it was still a little itchy, Song Mo was so smart. He followed the disciple's gesture and asked with a smile: "Does Xiao Wu want to talk to the master like this?"

Tang Huan leaned over, tilted his head in front of him, and nodded with a smile.

The smile will be infected, and the disciple is so happy. Song Mo is in a good mood. He turns around and turns his back to his disciple, "Write this way, it's easy for you to do it, I guess it's convenient."

Tang Huan pressed his shoulder with one hand and started writing with the other.

In fact, the back is very sensitive. Tang Huan used to massage Uncle Song Er and let him run outside to do it once. I believe this trick works as well for Master Song. But Tang Huan didn't dare. Song Mo always felt that she couldn't see through it. She was afraid that she would make it rashly to make him suspicious.

She simply wrote.

Master, are you comfortable?

Song Mo knew that the disciple asked him if he felt comfortable when he wiped his back, but he felt that the light itch brought by the disciple's writing on his back now was more comfortable than before. The surroundings were warm water, and the body was relaxed comfortably because of the disciple's touch. His eyes were closed lightly, and in the dark, all his mind moved along the itch brought by his fingertips. He no longer had to control himself and continued to imagine how to make a lantern into a certain shape in his mind, and he would not have to worry about the headache and difficulty falling asleep.

"Well, Master is very comfortable." He felt so comfortable that he wanted to go to bed.

Song Mo opened his eyes and showed surprise.

How long has it been since he felt sleepy? Since a sudden whim arose in June, he has been thinking about making a new lamp and has lost insomnia almost every night. So recently, he has to take a warm water bath before going to bed every night, hoping to relieve the tight brain strings. There is some effect when soaking inside, but once he lies on the bed, his head immediately becomes energetic, but his body is already sleepy. The irritability feeling of wanting to sleep but not being able to sleep is really uncomfortable. Because of the discomfort, he decided to get a disciple to be distracted.

The disciples he had never expected would bring him unexpected joy.

Song Mo needs a stable sleep and rest at night before he can concentrate during the day.

So, when the disciple asked if he would wait for his master to bathe in the future, Song Mo nodded after thinking for a moment. There were only a dozen days left before the Mid-Autumn Lantern Festival in the Mansion City, and he wanted to display the kind of lanterns at this year's Lantern Festival.

Tang Huan didn't expect Song Mo to agree so easily, and was a little stunned for a moment.

Song Mo thought that the disciple had finished speaking and was sleepy. He couldn't help but take the initiative to find the topic: "Xiao Wu, what do you think of your senior brother?"

Tang Huan came to her senses, smiling at the corner of her lips. She was worried about how to extend the time, but Song Mo actually took the initiative to keep her!

Tang Huan began to praise Fu Ning in a bunch of strings, grateful that he had such a good master and such a good senior brother.

Song Mo listened quietly in another way.

After a while, Song Mo became more sleepy and started fighting with his upper and lower eyelids, but he still barely found something to say.

The water is already cold.

Tang Huan had heard the sleepiness in Song Mo's voice. When he slowly leaned against the wall of the bucket and asked her to remind him before speaking, she turned around, took off the clean towel from the screen and put it on her shoulder, and when she returned, she pressed her little hand on three positions on the man's spine, and turned it gently.

"Um……"

The strong uncontrollable pleasure made Song Mo open his eyes. Before he could understand what was going on, the disciple behind him was writing again. Song Mo went to guess with habitual guessing, and then he realized that the water was cold. The disciple reminded him to go out and wipe it dry and go back to sleep in the house.

After all, when she woke up, Song Mo was still a little confused, nodded and stood up directly.

Tang Huan stepped back and took a towel and waited to wipe it for him.

It was not until she stepped out of the bathtub that Song Mo's sleepy black eyes truly returned to the clarity.

At that time, Tang Huan had already walked up to him, holding his arm with one hand and wiping his chest with the other.

She was so close that her breath brushed against his chest. Song Mo suddenly realized what was going on and took a quick step back.

Tang Huan looked up at him in confusion, his eyes as clear as water, and his cheeks as white as jade.

Song Mo saw that Xiao Wu didn't feel any embarrassment about wiping his body for him...

Yes, both of them are men, and there is no maid or servant to serve him when taking a bath? His habit of doing things by himself is actually an alien.

Xiao Wu was so calm. If he made him leave with a fuss, would he seem to have a ghost in his heart?

Song Mo didn't know the rumors outside, he was just too lazy to explain.

Thinking of this, Song Mo walked over again, closed his eyes, opened his arms and signaled his disciple to continue: "I'm sorry Xiao Wu."

While wiping him, Tang Huan stared at the man's handsome face slightly blushing. She knew that he blushed because he had been soaking in the water for too long, and it was not embarrassing in front of her.

What a shameless man!

Tang Huan gritted his teeth and walked over to wipe his arms first, then wipe his waist. Then when Song Mo was about to speak, she half-squatted down, holding Xiao Song Mo who was half awake without blushing, stretched her hand between his legs, rubbing the inner side of his thighs, and rubbed the back of her hand unintentionally against the two followers below Xiao Song Mo.

Perhaps the follower had never seen this hand before. If he thought it was dangerous, he immediately reported it to Xiao Song Mo. Then Xiao Song Mo immediately tensed up his whole body and became powerful as a warning.

After calming down, Song Mojun's face turned red. He wanted to avoid and hide himself, but the disciple seemed to have nothing happened and still wiped him slowly. When he lowered his head in surprise, he saw Xiao Wu wrapping the face peacefully and rubbing it gently twice. When his legs became weak, Xiao Wu finally let go of him and wiped his thighs down.

Song Mo was shocked for the first time.

Why did he become hard after being touched by Xiaowu twice? Why did he feel very happy when Xiaowu held it and wiped it? What made him so strange that he forgot to dodge was why Xiaowu was not at all strange?

Could it be that when those servants and maids served the young master and even helped there? Then the young masters got used to it?

But Xiaowu, he served him for the first time. Isn’t Xiaowu embarrassed to see him like this?

Or is it that Xiao Wu is used to doing this, isn’t it strange?

So how did he be accustomed to it?

Song Mo fell into deep thought. He talked to Xiaowu in the afternoon, because he was too slow to write, and both of them were concise and to the point. He summarized Xiaowu's life experience in a few words. He didn't think much at that time. Now it seems that other things must have happened to Xiaowu.

"Xiao Wu, you serve well, and Master feels much more relaxed now."

The calmness has returned to the bottom, and Song Mo praised casually, lowering his head to observe the disciples.

Tang Huan just finished wiping his calves, stood up and looked at him happily.

Song Mo patted him on the shoulder, walked to the screen, and looked at him while dressing, "Look at how easy you do it, have you taken care of others before? Young brother?"

Tang Huan's face turned pale, panic appeared in his eyes, and he didn't dare to look at him again. He shook his head and nodded. Finally, he seemed to be unable to bear the man's inquiry, and threw down the towel and ran out.

Song Mo stepped on his long legs and stopped him, holding his shoulder, and his voice was low, "Xiao Wu, are you hiding something from your master?" If he was taking care of his younger brother, even if he passed away like his parents, he should have only sadness rather than panic when he mentioned it now, unless...

What other situations can you learn the ability to serve people?

Xiao Wu cried so pitifully, which shows that the process of learning to serve people is by no means pleasant.

Although he had been together for only one day, Song Mo firmly believed that this disciple was not a bad person. He hid it from him, and it must be that the past was too heavy, so Xiao Wu didn't want to mention it.

"Xiao Wu..."

Tang Huan suddenly raised his head and looked at him beggingly, with tears on his face.

Song Mo was stunned.
To be continued...