The heart that was lifted fell again, and the scene I saw before falling suddenly flashed in my mind. Song Mo's face became hot, and he turned his head and handed over the wet skirt. With a lightening look on his hand, she took the clothes and a rustling sound came from the grass.

Song Mo walked aside and put on his clothes, hesitated for a moment, and whispered: "My brother and sister, wearing wet clothes is prone to cold. You should go back now. When you meet Lixia, you say you want to do stupid things and retreat. Let's talk about the others tomorrow." After that, he raised his foot and prepared to leave.

"Brother, don't leave!" Tang Huan jumped out quickly. When Song Mo stopped, she hugged her chest and said, "Brother, I have decided, I won't leave. Brother, you don't know, my parents only treat me as a money exchange. When I go back now, they will try every means to sell me for money. I will die sooner or later. Stay in the Song family, even if the second master does not change, at least, at least, the eldest brother is really kind to me. I am very at ease with the eldest brother protecting me in front of the second master. Brother, you, don't drive me away, okay? Give me some more time, I will try my best to accept the second master and serve the second master well. Please..."

She cried so pitifully, and Song Mo felt sorry for her for no reason and promised her again, "Don't worry, as long as you are willing to stay, I will advise my second brother to treat you well."

"Brother, thank you. Haitang grows so big, and even his biological father is not as good to me as you." Tang Huan said gratefully.

This was normal, but Song Mo always felt something was wrong. He walked forward and whispered to her: "Okay, it's getting late, brother and sister, go back quickly."

Tang Huan didn't respond and hugged his shoulders and followed him.

At first, both of them were walking on the road, and Song Mo just thought it was the same way, but when he went to the place where he first went to the water to pick up his shirt, she was still following him. Song Mo had to turn around, glance at her and immediately looked away, and asked in confusion: "Why are you following me?"

Tang Huan drooped his head: "It's too dark, I, I'm afraid."

Song Mo knew that there was nothing scary here, but he thought of her a weak woman again, so he had to say helplessly: "Forget it, you go ahead, I'll follow you behind and send you back." Fortunately, the servants were basically asleep at this time.

Tang Huan was embarrassed to say something else, so he twisted for a while, then turned around and left.

Only then did Song Mo dare to look at her.

In the night, her clothes were wet and she looked thinner. She held her shoulders with her hands, and she couldn't say anything.

He looked at the shirt in his hand, but in the end he couldn't bear it. He chased after him and handed it to her, looking away and said, "You put it on first, and then you can throw it on the ground later. I will pick it up."

"Brother..." Tang Huan looked up at the man beside him, his voice trembling.

Song Mo knew that she was looking at him, and he couldn't stand the atmosphere. He panicked and hurriedly retreated behind.

The footsteps stopped, Tang Huan withdrew his gaze, lowered his head, and took a deep breath of the smell on his shirt.

The smell was so familiar. Tang Huan greedily smelled it for a while, clenched his collar and walked forward.

The sound of a man deliberately light footsteps sounded behind him soon.

Tang Huan laughed in the darkness.

Song Mo, do you know that this time, you lost again.

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