Chapter 5.2 - Pushing Down (2/2)

Translator: Superbulat

Enduring the slight discomfort caused by his rough movements, Tang Huan combed her hands through his black hair as she moaned.

The amorous sounds made by the woman were even more maddening than her body. Song Mo felt that he was going to explode. Ignoring the dudou around her waist, he reached out his hand to pull her pants.

His hands touched the strap of the pants that he had tied with his own hands.

Song Mo paused.

The pants he had tied? Why would he tie the pants of a woman?

Then, what had happened before was like a bucket of cold water pouring down on him, extinguishing the fire in his mind and body.

He remembered now. She was a little nun, and he saved her.

Because of a misunderstanding, she thought he wanted to do it with her.

How could it be possible?

How could he, Song Mo, possibly want a little nun to repay him with her body?

Song Mo abruptly stood up with his back facing Tang Huan. While pulling off his belt from his eyes, he apologized, his hoarse voice gradually returning to normal, “Little Master, I lost my mind for a moment and offended you. I would never ask for anything in return when I save someone. You might be indebted to me before, but my beastly behavior just now had cleared the debt between us. You need not be grateful to me anymore. Your junior sister is in the East Forest, about a hundred steps away from here. It’s getting late, so I bid my farewell. Little Master should also quickly tidy up and return to the nunnery with your junior sister.”

After speaking, he picked up his clothes and hurriedly left, never looking back as his figure disappeared in the dark forest path.

The sounds of footsteps had faded, and only the evening breeze gently brushed against her ears.

Tang Huan lay on the ground, staring at the distant sky in a daze.

Her seduction was obviously successful, but why did Song Mo suddenly leave? What went wrong? If his heart was firm and he did not like women, he would not be swayed in the first place.

No, something must have brought back his sanity.

Tang Huan crossed her legs and swung them unconsciously, her mind replaying the joyous scene just now.

No matter how hard she thought about it, she didn’t have the slightest clue.

She was convinced that there was no problem with her method. Something must have happened on Song Mo’s end.

…It couldn’t be that he wanted to urinate, could it?

Tang Huan sat up. The more she thought about it, the more she was convinced that this was the most likely explanation.

She still remembered that there was once when her master ‘picked flowers’ and they were about to seal the deal , the cold prince suddenly blushed and said that he needed to pee. Her master smiled and let him go. However, the prince probably returned to his senses on the way. Not only did he not return to the bedchamber, but he also sent secret guards to surround them. Too bad he underestimated her master’s abilities. In the end, her master tied up all the secret guards and rode on the proud prince in front of them, with him at the bottom and her on top, using the toys she invented herself.

It could be seen that even the most insignificant little things could be an opportunity for men to calm down, especially top-quality men who were difficult to deal with.

What bad luck. She had missed the right timing.

Tang Huan jumped up in annoyance, put on her clothes, and went to search for Mingxin.

Mingxin woke up shortly after. Tang Huan persuaded her, for the sake of both of their innocence , to lie that they were late because she had tripped herself.

Mingxin was completely out of her wits, so she just followed everything Tang Huan said.

The two of them supported each other as they staggered back to the Jade Spring Nunnery.

At the time, the sky was dark, and the nunnery was pitch black.

Tang Huan was about to starve to death. She asked Mingxin where the kitchen was, wanting to find something to eat.

“Minghui, let’s report to Master first. We should only eat after Master responds to us,” Mingxin said timidly.

As she spoke, the room in front of them suddenly lit up.

It was the room of Tang Huan’s new master, Master Jingci.

Tang Huan had no choice but to report to their master along with Mingxin.

Master Jingci was in her forties, with a thin face and high cheekbones, and did not look like a kind person. She sat cross-legged on the futon with her eyes shut, one hand on her knee and the other turning the prayer beads. “You went out the whole day. How much alms did you get?” she asked in a monotonous tone.

Tang Huan remained silent.

Mingxin took a glance at her, lowered her head, and stammered, “M-master, Minghui and I only received two steamed buns. We have al-already eaten them for lunch, and we haven’t eaten dinner yet.“

Master Jingci didn’t stop her finger movements. “Then why did you come back so late?” she inquired after a brief pause.

This time, Tang Huan rushed to answer. “Master, we didn’t get anything, so Mingxin and I wanted to come back early to help with your tasks and recite more sutras, but Mingxin was dizzy from hunger. On our way up the mountain, she tripped and fell over…You see, there’s blood on her forehead.”

Mingxin raised her head cooperatively.

Master Jingci finally opened her eyes. She took a look at Tang Huan and closed her eyes again. She said indifferently, “In our nunnery, the two of you always had the least amount of alms, and everyone else said that I spoiled you both too much, resulting in your lazy habits. I know that you are both good girls. You are just bad at talking. However, in order to silence them, I have to impose a minor disciplinary action. Mingxin, since you are injured, you shall only kneel for one night at the Buddha Hall. Minghui, you shall kneel with Mingxin, and then for the next ten days, the water in our nunnery will be carried by you. Remember to get up early and do not miss any work. All right, both of you can leave now.”

Tang Huan stared incredulously at the old woman in front of her, “Master…”

Mingxin hurriedly covered her mouth and pushed her out. “Minghui, Master doesn’t like it when we talk back to her. You should bear it a little, otherwise, I’m afraid that Master will punish you even more if she gets angry. Don’t worry, I will help you with carrying water tomorrow morning. I can probably carry a few buckets for you before dawn.”

Tang Huan suddenly remembered that there were four large water tanks in the nunnery, and each tank required seven or eight buckets of water to fill it up…

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