The dusk is shrouded in fog, and the scenery that attracts people to stop during the day gradually turns into layers of dark shadows.

Song Mo hugged the woman who was dependent on him tightly, and didn't know where to go. He wanted to let her go several times, but she cried and said no.

This feeling is really complicated. He hugged her, and he was sincerely happy, holding his younger brother and sister, and was full of guilt. What about her? Is she dependent on his body or his current identity? If it were the latter, she would not like her second brother at first, but because she saw "he" asking for another woman, she would be so sad that she even wanted to rely on her second brother?

She kept crying, and his heart hurt, so much pain that he couldn't take care of anything else.

Walking in the dark night in a daze, I dared not stop, like coaxing a child, just hoped that she would stop crying.

The breathing above her head became heavier and heavier, and Tang Huan felt the man's arms trembling. If he stopped talking, he was so tired that he couldn't hold on, so she had no reason to lie.

Rubbing against his chest, Tang Huan looked up. It was too dark around him, and he could only hear the sound of flowing water. It should be the stream divided from the lake, winding down to the east wall of the Song family. On the shore was grass, and there were several old trees standing on the grass. Tang Huan pointed to a tree and sobbed in a low voice: "Second Master, let's go there and sit there, I, I want to talk to you well."

Song Mo stopped and walked over there.

He didn't dare to speak. His voice was the same as his second brother, and he didn't have to worry about being heard by her. He just didn't want to speak, and even admitted his identity as his second brother. Although he was already lying to her now, he didn't want to continue lying. In this way, if he didn't make a sound, would she slowly notice it?

Then, what makes her hate her second brother even more?

Forget it, adapt to the situation, it’s a headache to think.

He stopped under the tree and wanted to let her go.

"No, the second master is holding me." Tang Huan hugged his waist tightly, buried it in front of his chest, and said coquettishly.

Song Mo sat down stiffly. She actually acted coquettishly with her second brother. What should he do? Explain it clearly? No, then the disguise in front is meaningless. He can only continue to pretend.

After sitting down, Tang Huan moved on his legs, looking for the most comfortable position, then wrapped one hand on his waist, the other hand on his chest, and leaned his head on his shoulder, and said softly: "Second Master, before my mother died, I told me that the world is as dark as crows, and men are like this. They are all kind-hearted people, and they love each other. I have never liked anyone, so I don't understand. I met you at the door of my house that day, and you were so beautiful that I had you in my heart until I got married. I knew you were so sad at that time. I was so sad that I didn't want to live. I got married because my father begged me. Who would think of you again..."

Song Mo heard her talk about this, but he didn't say anything, and listened to her silently.

"I completely gave up on you, but I still don't believe what my mother said, because my elder brother, I treat me well and don't force me to be with you. I am willing to help me persuade you to turn back to the right and protect me when you bully me. Which woman doesn't love such a good man? Second Master, I believe you can see that just now, I like my elder brother, I don't know when I started falling in love with him, I just think he is my only hope for survival. I know I'm sorry for you to do this, but I really can't control it..."

Song Mo's face felt hot.

She actually admitted that she liked him personally!

What should he do? Will he scold her as his second brother?

Tang Huan's little hand covered the man's chest to the left. While feeling the powerful beating under his palm, he said sadly: "But tonight, he, he actually did that kind of thing with the maid in our yard, and it was still after we two discovered it... Now I believe that there is indeed no good man in the world. Since there is no good man, what else do I expect? Who is different to marry? Second Master, you may not like to say this, but Haitang just wants to tell you what he is in his heart. Second Master, if you still like me and are willing to forgive me, from now on, I will serve you calmly and be your wife. If, if you don't forgive me, then you can give up. Haitang has no complaints." His right hand climbed to the man's shoulder and cried in front of his chest.

Song Mo's happy heart sank instantly.

She believed that the man was him, she cried sadly, she was desperate for him...

Second brother, this move is indeed ruthless.

Want to tell her the truth?

Should she continue to like him, like someone he shouldn't like, or should she give up and live with her second brother and have a harmonious family?

He had no choice at all.

"Second Master, why don't you speak? What are you thinking? Can you tell me?" Tang Huan raised his head and asked him cryingly.

Song Mo looked at her and couldn't say anything.

Tang Huan held his hand and put it on his face, "Second Master, do you even want me?"

His hands were wet and slippery. Song Mo felt heartbroken and hugged the person tightly, "I want you!" How can I bear to let him go?

Tang Huan hugged him happily: "Second Master, you are so nice to Haitang." After hugging him for a while, she pushed him away, shyly lowered her head, but instead sat with her legs spread apart, and then threw herself into his arms, "Second Master, I think you seem to have become a different person tonight. Two days ago, you were always lustful when you saw me and always wanted to touch me, but tonight, you hugged me all the way and always remained honest. Second Master, I like you who are so honest. In the future, you will treat me so gentlely. Don't look for those unruly women anymore, okay?"

"Okay." Song Mo closed his eyes and promised weakly for his second brother, falling from her with his hands.

"Second Master, why don't you hug me?" Tang Huan asked in confusion. Before the man could answer, he immediately smiled secretly and stroked his neck with his fingertips. "Second Master, I like you to be honest, but you don't even dare to hug me honestly. Now you are nice to me, I, I am willing to let you touch it." She twisted shyly, rubbing her bulging chest against him, and her buttocks seemed to ignite the fire on his legs unintentionally.

Even though he was in a heavy mood, Song Mo still felt uncontrollably hard.

"...Haitang, it's getting late, I'll send you back." He said awkwardly.

"No." Tang Huan shook his head without hesitation, his chest shaking even harder, "I like now, it feels very good, like a dream. Second Master, please spend more time with me. Let's go back later, okay?"

Song Mo tried hard to maintain his breathing, "The humidity here is too heavy, so let's go back and come out with you another day."

"I'm not afraid!" Tang Huan put his side face with one hand, "I'm still a little hot when I'm hugged by the second master like this." The tail sound was gentle and charming.

Song Mo seemed to be in the world of ice and fire. His heart was tormented by her goodness to her "second brother", but his body gradually became tempted by her. He couldn't stand it, and he grabbed her hand and prevented her from moving. She struggled in his sweaty palm. A little spark would burst into wherever his fingertips touched, gradually appearing as a prairie fire. Song Mo never thought that simple hand grip could bring such unspeakable pleasure. The tighter he held, the more she struggled. Her red lips were breathing lightly on his shoulders, and heat squirted on his face, and he was about to burn his body.

"Second Master, I feel so strange. Me, please let go of me..." Tang Huan pressed his side face and whispered mercy.

Song Mo suddenly came back to his senses and quickly released like a needle.

In the quiet night, there is a breath of entanglement between men and women.

"Haitang, let's go back." Song Mo begs for mercy again, the place is getting harder and harder. She will sooner or later sit like this.

"Don't Master Second Want to Stay with me?" Tang Huan raised his head and hooked his neck, asking a little aggrieved.

"no……"

Song Mo wanted to defend himself, but after he said two words, his lips were blocked by the woman. He froze, but she sucked him with a strange enthusiasm. Her plump lips moved left and right along his lips, leaving and then falling, spreading and holding, making an ambiguous pop. He could feel her tilting her head slightly, like a traveler who had been in a long drought and rain encountered wild fruits, first sucking the water outside, then drilling in, and greedily trying to absorb him.

Her wet little tongue broke in and accurately touched the tip of his tongue. It was so slight and itchy like a firework suddenly erupted, and itchy like a meteor quickly spread throughout her body. Her mind was blank. He pressed the back of her head unbearably, followed his instinct and met up, snatched back what belonged to him, and then chased her, plundered her sweetness.

Tang Huan loved this feeling so much. While entangling with him, he went to untire his shirt. He was immersed in this kiss of affection, but he didn't notice it. She couldn't wait to touch it in, touch his strong chest, then moved to his thin waist, and stretched into his pants below, wanting to hold the majestic good thing.

But just as her fingertips reached in, the man suddenly pushed her away, clamped her shoulders with his big hands, and prevented her from getting closer.

Damn, this is not a normal man!

Knowing that this is about tonight, Tang Huan quickly pushed the mistake on him, turned his head, and angrily said, "Second Master, you said you were honest, you were treating me like this again..."

Song Mo was panting as if he had just finished fighting with someone, and couldn't remember how it started just now. "It's me that's not good, it's me that's not good, Haitang, I, I'll take you back!" He never dared to stay again.

"Yes." Tang Huan nodded obediently and tried to get up. As soon as he was shaking halfway, he suddenly rushed down at the man and hugged him. She buried her shyly in his arms, "Second Master, I, you have no strength left, please carry me back, okay?"

Song Mo hesitated and hugged her. What should I do if I meet my second brother?

"Second Master..." Tang Huan held his clothes and whispered in a low voice.

"Okay, okay." Song Mo admitted his mistake. He only once, as long as he sends her back, tomorrow, he will no longer have to pretend to be his second brother.

Just think of it as the last closeness.

The author has something to say: The previous chapter is a bit heavy, so let’s relax a little ambiguously, hehe, use the extra temptation to tempt you to bubbling~
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