Song Mo's wound was not as deep as Tang Huan imagined, and did not hurt the internal organs. It was just that the span was too long, causing excessive bleeding. It looked dangerous, but in fact the blood had slowly stopped just now. Now that Song Mo woke up, she had gentle movements and focused her expression, and helped him clean it wholeheartedly, ignoring the man's infatuated gaze and the little Song Mo who was close to her.

So, Tang Huan was really shocked when something suddenly hit her on her wrist.

She looked over in confusion.

It seemed as if in the blink of an eye, Xiao Song Mo grew up, became dark, thicker, and strong. He touched her gently and greeted her.

Not bad, it seems to be useful.

Tang Huan was very satisfied, but his face was flushed with shame. He looked left and right, so he had to lower his head nervously and explained in a stuttering manner: "Master Song, I, I didn't mean it. I just want to clean your wounds, but your wounds are too long, and later blood and flesh may stick to your clothes and pants and make it difficult to separate them. Later, I saw that you had injuries on your legs, so I took off all the clothes and thought about scrubbing them together for you later."

Song Mo had already closed his eyes, "You, go, I'm just a little dizzy now, I'll be fine in a while. This kind of thing doesn't cost the little master, so Song can do it himself."

Tang Huan looked at him and knew that he could not use his strength, so he continued to wipe him. He said gently and firmly: "I won't leave. Donor Song, you don't have to worry about offending me, nor do you have to feel embarrassed. In *'s heart, the day when the donor saved me from the evil man, * was the donor's person. Life is yours, and death is also yours."

Song Mo was shocked, "I said, I don't ask for anything in return for saving you, you really don't have to be grateful to me."

Tang Huan paused in his hand, looked up at him, silent. When Song Mo opened his eyes in confusion, she looked at him and said seriously: "*I was indeed grateful that day, so I was willing to give my wish. But now, * is not grateful to the donor, but...I like the donor."

"you……"

Tang Huan shook his head and interrupted him, with tears in his eyes and a lonely voice: "No need to say that donor Song, I know what you mean, I must be scolding me, a nun, who should not be moved by ordinary hearts. But, let me tell you the truth, I never thought of being a nun. When my parents sold him to Yuquan Temple, I was already sensible, and I had too deep thoughts and could not understand the profound Buddhist teachings at all. I just hoped that one day I could return to the world and raise my hair and marry an honest man to have children for him. I used to live in a daze, until I met the donor, and the donor was kind to me, and I had you in my heart. You can dislike me, you don't like me, or you can scold me to drive me away, but at this point, I must take care of the donor today, so even if I never meet again, even if I die, I can take care of the man I like for a while, and I am satisfied."

After saying that, she lowered her head and bit her lip to prevent herself from crying, "You just lie down. Anyway, I am a nun. You don't have me in your heart. Why care about being looked at by a self-deprecating nun? Are you still afraid that I will spread this matter everywhere with shamelessness?"

A tear fell on him, mixing with the blood that had not yet been wiped off.

Song Mo stared blankly at the silent tears beside him.

She said she didn't want to be a nun, she said she liked him, and wanted to have children for him.

She thought he had no idea about her and thought he would scold her, so she cried aggrievedly?

Seeing her tears flowing more and more fiercely, Song Mo was anxious and said uncontrollably, and blurted out: "I have you in my heart, don't cry..."

Tang Huan looked up in shock and looked at him in disbelief, "You, do you really have me in your heart?"

Song Mo's face was hot, but he said it, and she cried so sadly again, and he would not escape anymore, but he still didn't dare to look at her, so he kept looking away and said "um".

"Then won't you drive me away? Are you willing to let me take care of you?"

"Um."

Tang Huan burst into tears and smiled, wiped his tears, and said happily: "Okay, then I'll bandage the wound for you first, and I'll talk about other things later. Song Shi... Brother Song, do you have any medicine for injury at home?"

A shout of "Brother Song" made Song Mo's heart full of sweetness. He coughed and pointed to the cabinet in the innermost part and said, "It's there, put it in an iron box, you can see it when you open it."

Tang Huan turned around and went to get it.

Song Mo looked at her back and raised the corners of his lips unconsciously, but when she turned around and came back, he hurriedly closed his eyes again and said with a red face: "You, put on me first, pants." As long as she was by her side, it would be too weak, which was really embarrassing.

Tang Huan laughed and said shyly: "You are covered with blood and you have injuries on your legs. After I finish the medicine, I will wash you first and then put on my pants. Brother Song, anyway, I have seen it anyway, so don't be embarrassed. Since you have me in your heart, I will regard you as my man. If you still tell me those false rituals, I will not dare to come to you again in the future."

If this is said by an irrelevant woman, it means being shameless and shameless. But if it is said by a lover, no man will listen enough. Who can think of those rules?

Song Mo was happy. Although he still felt embarrassed, he couldn't tell her, and he didn't have the strength to hide it himself, so he had to let her go.

Tang Huan smiled proudly, skillfully applied medicine to him, wrapped it with clean cloth, and tied it knots.

The water in the basin was red. She went out to change the basin of water. After she came back, she began to treat him from top to bottom.

When scrubbing her forehead, her face was facing him, and Rulan's breath was blowing on his face.

Song Mo's eyelashes were trembling nervously, and he wanted to open his eyes to see her, but he was afraid that she would see her.

Suddenly, a soft lips were printed on the forehead wound.

He couldn't help but open his eyes, and happened to meet her floating black eyes. Her words were in her heartache and blame: "Brother Song, it's all my fault. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't offend Qiao Liu, and you wouldn't have to suffer this pain in vain."

Song Mo's eyes were gentler: "Don't say that, if it weren't for that day, I wouldn't have known you."

Tang Huan looked at him unexpectedly, and his pretty face slowly turned red.

Stupid, quite good at speaking.

Song Mo was so crazy that he murmured and said the truth: "You, you look so beautiful when blushing." Perhaps it was because he knew each other's feelings that many difficult words were difficult to say. After finding out that she was not willing to be a nun, it was not that difficult to say.

His eyes were too bright. Tang Huan was shaken by the unconcealed affection. He angrily shouted at him, lowered his eyes and wiped his chest.

She was so shy that Song Mo became more courageous and looked at her intently.

Tang Huan felt sorry in his heart, but he didn't expect that he would be quite unrestrained after being moved. If his abdomen was not injured, she would have to work harder tonight and maybe she could eat him in one bite. What a pity.

Forget it, if you are anxious and can't eat hot tofu, he will get all his heart, and his body will be a matter of time.

However, as she went further and further down, Song Mo's breathing began to rush, "*, below, below, you won't need you anymore. I'll clean up myself later?"

Tang Huan just lowered his head and pretended to be shy: "You are so seriously injured, so you should lie down and stop pulling the wound. Besides, you are like this, I didn't say anything, you are embarrassed about anything... If you really think about me, just let him be smaller, so straight, and look scary..." As he said, his eyes looked at his chest, and his hands pushed it to the other side as if he was disgusted.

Without Song Mo's instructions, Xiao Song Mo came back by himself.

"You, you did it on purpose!" Tang Huan was so angry that he turned around in anger to hide the uncontrollable smile on his face.

Song Mo's blood was surging, and his face turned red as if he was drunk.

Worried that she was really angry, he ignored the chaos in his mind and explained incoherently: "I, I really didn't mean it, there, there won't listen to me... Forget it, put on my pants quickly!"

Tang Huan looked at him secretly: "It's not intentional?"

Song Mo nodded with a red face.

Tang Huan bit his lip, "Then I will believe you once, but you must be honest next."

Song Mo was stunned. Did she insist on helping him?

As soon as the thought arose, there was already a small hand holding it. He looked over and saw her standing a little back, holding his object with her left hand and wiping the dirty blood around him with a veil in his right hand.

She watched her black forest be wiped back and forth with her own eyes, her majesty was held by the thin white hand, and her top was only about an inch away from her cheek, as if she could touch her red lips after she lowered her head a little. She suddenly remembered the scene in her mind that day when she slowly put cucumber in her. Song Mo was so nervous that his heart was about to jump out.

She, did she know that almost no man can stand this kind of intimacy?

Song Mo looked at her with a headache and a headache, but saw that her pretty face was dyed with pink, but her expression was extremely focused and serious, as if the most important thing for her was to take care of him.

Full of desire - fire turned into tenderness like water.

Song Mo closed his eyes with peace of mind. What kind of virtue he could have met such a good girl who treated him so sincerely...

So what about the nun? He is willing to wait for her to return to secular life. Even if she cannot return to secular life, as long as she wants, he will do his best to take care of her. When he recovers, he will help her carry water, chop wood, and protect her for the rest of her life.

"Brother Song, will I make some porridge for you?" After wiping, Tang Huan changed into a pair of clean pants for him and asked softly.

"No need, go back quickly, otherwise you will be too late to go back, and your master will punish you." Song Mo refused worriedly.

Tang Huan looked at him and smiled, "It's okay, if your master is angry, at most, he will punish me not to eat. Then I will come and eat with you. Is it okay?"

Why can't it work?

Song Mo also smiled.

Tang Huan looked at him shyly, took his dirty clothes to the yard, and washed the clothes and hung them on while adding firewood to make porridge.
Chapter completed!