Tang Huan originally wanted to pick Song Mo tonight.

However, when the two returned to the inn, when she got into the quilt and took off her clothes and pressed against him just waiting for Song Mo to come in, the man actually found that she was accidentally exposed to the clothes outside, and then hugged her helplessly with the quilt, telling her not to do this, no matter whether she got married or not, he had only her in his heart.

It turns out that Song Mo thought she wanted to tie him up with her body?

She struggled in his arms.

Song Mo sighed. Xiaowu had been pestering him outside just now, and he had caused him to react several times. Fortunately, he was not afraid of being seen at night. Now that she is back, she is like this again. She is so eager to give herself to him, it must be because she is worried when she sees him standing with another woman, right?

Why is she so stupid? If he had that kind of mind, how could he wait until now to be fascinated by her...?

He hugged her tightly, thought for a while, and decided to use another thing to divert her mind, "Xiaowu, haven't you always wanted to see the lanterns made by your master with your painting? In fact, those paintings were not destroyed, and the lanterns were all made, so he put them at home. When he went back, his master would give them to you. How about it?" When he picked up the pen to paint that night, because he couldn't help but put his thoughts in the painting, he didn't dare to show it to her, so he secretly made a lamp to keep it for his own taste. Now that he knows that she is a girl's home and the two of them have expressed their love, he can naturally give her this lantern that reveals his affection.

lantern?

Tang Huan stopped moving. To be honest, she really wanted to see what she looked like in the painting.

Song Mo chuckled, "Is Xiaowu happy this time?" After saying so many love words, it is not as useful as a lantern. It's really...

Tang Huan nodded. Forget it, it was only two days later. After going back to see the lantern, he immediately threw himself down.

"However, Master will give Xiaowu a lantern, and Xiaowu will also have to give him one. Let's exchange it, how about it?" Song Mo put down the man and looked at her very seriously.

The lights in the room were still on, and Tang Huan said in his lips that the lanterns he made were not good-looking.

Song Mo said he didn't mind, "As long as it was made by Xiaowu, the master liked it."

Tang Huan had no choice but to respond and turned around, thinking that Song Mo was really good at saying good things. Fortunately, she was used to saying love words. She said love words to deceive men, so she would never be deceived by men's love words. Even if the other party was telling the truth, so what about the truth? She believed it, but she didn't care.

After the lamp comparison, Song Mo left halfway, but the boneless lantern he made was not made of bamboo strips, wire and other items that were necessary for making lamps, and was still the leader. A group of colleagues sent a post to invite him to celebrate at the banquet. Song Mo did not respond. After personally going to the prefect to apologize and thanked, he led his two disciples back.

Back at the shop, Tang Huan immediately picked up a pile of bamboo strips and rice paper and went back to the house to make lamps. She had learned the simplest lanterns and said to make any of them tonight. She saw Song Mo's lamps as soon as possible and then slept with him.

Seeing that the disciple was so anxious to make a lamp for him, Song Mo was happy and had no intention of being a side, waiting in the house for her.

I waited for the second round of the drum.

He couldn't help but look at the door, and just saw his disciple walking quietly here in his clothes.

Song Mo went to the side nervously and hurried back to the house, not wanting his disciples to know that he was anxious to wait.

Tang Huan inserted into the door, and after entering, he pointed at Song Mo at the small lantern covered by black cloth, signaling him to show her first.

Song Mo touched her head helplessly, turned off the lamp in the room, then lifted the lantern she had hidden onto the table and walked over with Tang Huan's hand. The table was placed next to the window, but the window was closed by Song Mo and the moonlight could not shine in, so the room was dark and I couldn't see what was drawn on the lantern.

"Close your eyes, Master asks you to open it and then open it." Song Mo said to her as if he was coaxing a child.

Tang Huan closed obediently, and her expectation became more and more prosperous. She believed in Song Mo's craftsmanship and his painting skills. As long as she closed her eyes and waited for a while, she could see clearly the lantern that painted her. She didn't care how good a man was to her, and giving gifts was one of the best methods in her eyes. But different gifts, if she had her on it, it would have different meanings. She could not love men, but how could she not love herself?

There was a slight noise beside me. Even though I closed my eyes, I could still notice that it was lit outside.

Tang Huan wanted to open it, but the man seemed to guess her thoughts and asked her to wait a little longer.

She had no choice but to wait expectantly.

"Okay." Song Mo set the fire note, moved it aside, and presented the entire lamp to his woman.

Tang Huan slowly opened his eyes.

The lights are brilliant in front of you.

It was a pavilion-shaped lantern about two feet high, with the main body in the middle, slightly narrower on the top of the top, and the other end was connected to the base, and the top of the upper pavilion was supported by the eaves of the corridor, which looked like a real thing. Four small lanterns were hung from the corners of each layer, and the candlelight inside was bright, reflecting red paper, yellow droplets, which were beautiful.

After the surprise, Tang Huan immediately turned his attention to the main body of the lantern.

The lantern is surrounded by four paintings.

The first picture was that she was holding a green umbrella and was about to go up the bridge. Halfway through the journey, someone seemed to call her, so she turned around and looked. Her eyebrows and eyes in the painting were gentle, as if she was very happy to see the person who called her.

The second picture is that she stands on the bow of the boat in a white dress. The boat has reached the shore. She lowered her head slightly, stretched out her hand, and put it on another slender and fair hand. The man did not show up, but only looking at her shy look, the man is undoubtedly her sweetheart.

The third picture is that she sat under the window, and there was a round fan of mandarin ducks that was about to be embroidered on the table in front of her, but she ignored it and stared at the notes in her palm, her eyebrows and eyes were filled with affection and her shame was revealed.

The fourth picture is that the bright moon rises to the treetops. She stands under the willow tree, looking ahead with a smile, as if the person who is looking forward to it finally appears, with joy and sweetness in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows.

The person on the lantern was very small, and it looked only as high as her palm, but the people in the painting were all lifelike in their clothes, hair and gestures.

Tang Huan was fascinated by the truth.

"Do you like it?"

Song Mo hugged her waist from behind and asked in her ear. She was so crazy when she looked at the lights, and he was so crazy when she looked at her face that was focused and happy under the lights.

If you like it, why don’t you like it?

I like it so much that I even regret it. This is just a dream. After that, this lamp will eventually become a scene in her memory. When she wakes up from her dream, there is no other lantern maker named Song Mo in the world who can make her the same lantern.

This lamp, these paintings, are unique.

But no matter how beautiful the lanterns are, they are all fake.

Just like a man whispering gently in her ear, it is also fake.

Why do you have to have nostalgia for a spring and dream for a fake lamp?

Tang Huan is not that stupid.

She closed her eyes, pressed against the man's handsome face and ears, and told him her likes with actions. The man's breathing gradually became heavier. Tang Huan turned around and pulled him to the bed. She asked him to lie in the quilt, and held his own small lamp there in the man's puzzled gaze. When it was on, she covered the lamp again, returned to the bed, covered the two with the quilt, and signaled him to lift it up.

The soft lights emerge from the black cloth, and the fonts appear faintly on the lanterns.

Song Mo looked at the disciples kneeling beside him, tried his best to hide the tension in his heart, and slowly lifted the black cloth.

It was indeed the simplest circular lantern he taught her to make. Except for the crooked small characters on it, it was usually uncommon.

Song Mo met it as a treasure and turned it gently.

The lantern moved, and the small characters also moved.

Master, let’s ask for Xiaowu.

I want her...

Song Mo forgot his actions.

Tang Huan blew out the lantern, pulled the quilt and put the lantern under the bed, then slowly took off his clothes, climbed to the side of the man who was still shocked, and kissed his ear. Song Mo, please, I want me, I have wanted you for a long time, and this dream has been delayed for so long, and it is time to end tonight.

The soft and numb itch spread from her ears to her neck little by little as she touched her.

"Xiao Wu..." The man turned his head to escape, his voice hoarse.

Tang Huan chased after him, Song Mo continued to hide, and suddenly lost support in front of him. Tang Huan rushed towards him uncontrollably. Song Mo quickly reached out to hug her, and then he found that the disciple had no clothes on him. The light from afar came in through the bed curtain, dyeing a soft halo on her body. Song Mo closed his eyes in a panic, unable to see, but the delicate and warm touch under his hands became clearer. He struggled to put her flat on the bed, "Xiao Wu, wait..."

Tang Huan held his hand on his chest, put his other hand into his front cloak, and wrote on his chest: Does Master think that Xiaowu is too small here?

"No, Xiaowu, no, you are too young, Master, I'm afraid you will love you."

Song Mo gasped and explained, wanting to withdraw his hand. Tang Huan held him tightly and told him that she was not afraid of pain.

"Xiao Wu, don't be ignorant, listen to your master." Song Mo struggled in the surging *.

Seeing him like this, Tang Huan stopped trying to persuade him with words. She turned over and sat up, grabbed the man's right hand and put it in front of her eyes, opened her mouth and took a finger, sucked it gently, while quietly taking off her pants. As long as she looked at this man and thought of turning the tides with him, her body was already hot and wet.

"Xiao Wu..." Song Mo's voice trembled, and he kept telling himself that he should retreat immediately, but her plump lips, slippery tongue, and the sucking that made him uncomfortable and made him desire more were all fixed. He could not move, so he could only force her to let go first, "Xiao Wu, don't do this, Master, hurry up, I can't help it."

Tang Huan didn't have to bear it. She leaned back on the bed inside, her legs bent and spread out, holding his slender fingers, and sent them in without warning. He was shocked to retreat, she held him tightly, clamped him tightly, and slowly sucked him in. She couldn't speak, but she could still make nasal sounds, charming, seductive, and begging, as his fingers went back and forth in the shallow part, the severity changed.

I don't know when she let go of her hand, but his fingers were still moving.

Song Mo opened his eyes and saw his little five looking at him with watery eyes, his red lips slightly opened, as if he was saying something.

He couldn't help but move, staring at her lips to tell, until he finally saw clearly.

Master, I feel so comfortable, please go in.

All rationality and all concerns collapsed instantly. Song Mo approached her, inserted his left hand under her hips and raised her upwards, and his whole body almost covered her naked body. He looked down at her, "Is that true?" His fingers no longer only went in and out of one finger, and he sent them in as she wished, and encountered an undescriptive barrier. Song Mo stopped and looked at her eyes and asked her. Tang Huan looked back at him without dodging, nodding, so the man no longer hesitated, and his whole finger was completely in.

It hurts a little, but compared to the pain he was stabbed in by a rashly.

Tang Huan slowly relaxed, holding the man's hand to signal him to continue. While enjoying the increasingly obvious happiness, she took off the man's clothes. After taking off her shirt, she and him were sweating, and her breathing was already entangled, unable to tell who was heavier and more urgent. His hand was reluctant to leave, so Tang Huan had to hang his shirt on his right arm and turn to untie his belt.

Song Mo kept looking at her, seeing his little five cheeks flushed and his eyes were blurred, and he was panting, but he insisted on dressing for him. The belt was pulled away by her, and he lowered his head, and saw the two thin white hands pulling his pants and pulling them down, revealing where he was impulsive because of her. Her hands touched them without hesitation, just like she used to take a bath for him, but she was a man at that time, and she loosened her after wiping him, but now she was holding him tightly and holding him with her little hands.

He was so hot that he was unwilling to be controlled by her. He looked at his hand, and the faster he entered the ground, the more anxious he became. He heard her humming. Xiaowu rarely made a sound, but today he realized that her nasal sound was so beautiful and intoxicating. If she could speak, she would definitely beg her master to spare her now, right?

"Xiao Wu, do you like Master like this?"

Song Mo raised his eyes and looked over with some concern. If she felt uncomfortable, she begged him to stop, and he would respond to her if he was reluctant to leave. If she liked him, he could be faster, deeper, and give her more happiness.

Tang Huan was just at a critical moment, and there was no way to pay attention to him. She held Xiao Song Mo and moved faster and faster. She imagined that what was entering and exiting her body was not the fingers but the good thing that she had longed for for a long time. Her waist and hips couldn't help but move to cater to the man. Finally, she raised her head and trembled as the man thrust quickly, silently giving him his first time.

The winter snow melts, and the spring water falls head-on.

With the tremors caused by the rushing down the mountain stream, as the little hands clenched tightly, Song Mo blocked the woman's red lips, which were gasping for breath, and sprayed her hand.

After living for so many years, he has never been so happy.

But Song Mo still wants to be more comfortable.

He wiped her hands with his underwear, then placed the little girl limp there on the bed, pushed away the sweaty hair on her forehead, and kissed her gently: "Xiao Wu, Master can't help it. Master wants you, okay?"

Tang Huan couldn't ask for it.

She hugged his smooth back and rubbed it gently on it. The shoulder seemed thin but was actually tight and strong, slowly narrowing down. There was no fat on her thin waist. It was all what she thought about for a long time, and it was all her favorite. She didn't like this man, but she liked this man's perfect body. At first glance, she fell in love with it and wanted it. When she thought of it, she fell in love with it and fell in love with her, she still wanted to pick him up and ask him to enter her willingly and share the best bed affairs in the world with her.
To be continued...