Chapter 7.2 - Being Concerned (2/2)

Translation: Superbulat

Song Mo returned. He rolled his sleeves up to his wrists, wrung out the wet towel, paused, and began to wipe her sweat.

It was his first time taking care of a woman like this, and even in broad daylight, at that. If he didn’t look at her, he was afraid that his hand might accidentally touch places it shouldn’t. If he looked at her, s-she was so pretty that he felt nervous. If she was awake, he could question her about why she was looking for him. But she had fainted, and he unconsciously made up a reason for her. She must have had no choice but to come to him.

She was so pure and kind, unlike a person who would behave inappropriately.

He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he accidentally hit the brim of her hat with the towel, causing the nun’s hat to fall off her head.

Song Mo withdrew his hand awkwardly.

Tang Huan quietly pinched her own left arm so she wouldn’t erupt in a rage.

She hated this bald head the most! Which man could have any lustful thoughts after seeing such a shiny bald head?

Her master really screwed her over! When she entered the netherworld in the future, if she found out that the settings of the dreams were deliberately created by her master, she would follow her master around every day and shave the heads of any man that her master set her eyes on. She wanted to see if her master would still continue to pursue them!

A woman would always want to look her best in front of her beloved. If Tang Huan wanted to seduce Song Mo, she didn’t want to show him her bald head, so she slowly opened her eyes, “Donor Song?”

Song Mo quickly took a step back and explained in a deep voice, “Little Master, this is my humble residence. You had passed out just now, so I had no choice but to bring you in. D-do you feel better now?”

Tang Huan’s face reddened. She sat up straight and put the nun’s hat on her head. “Thank you, Donor Song. I’m sorry that I have caused you trouble,” she said dejectedly, “I-I’m fine, it’s just that…I haven’t eaten since yesterday. I’m too hungry and there is only Donor Song’s house in the mountain. So I-I shamelessly came to ask for alms from you. Donor Song, can you give me something to eat? Anything will do. If I still don’t eat anything, I’m afraid that I won’t have the strength to carry water, and Master will be even angrier at me.”

So it was because of hunger.

Song Mo unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. “Wait,” he said and went outside.

Tang Huan followed him to the kitchen. It was inappropriate for a lone man and a lone woman to be in the same closed room. She was a polite nun, so of course, she paid attention not to do anything that would be deemed improper.

Noticing her walking out of his room, Song Mo was stunned at first, but he quickly understood her considerations. The feeling of resistance he previously had towards her immediately dissipated, but he became more nervous instead. With his back facing her, he put down the table, took out a bowl, chopsticks, a large piece of flatbread 1 and a small plate of salted vegetables 2 from the cupboard, and said in a muffled voice, “Little Master, you have a weak body, so please sit down and eat. I apologize for the meager food; my house is not well-off …”

Tang Huan took short, mincing steps 3 towards Song Mo. She thanked him while blushing, “Donor Song, my visit has caused you a lot of trouble. I am already grateful that you are willing to give me food.”

“Go ahead and eat it then. I’m going to the front yard.” The kitchen was cramped and she was way too close to him. Song Mo felt very uneasy and quickly escaped to the front yard.

Tang Huan smiled as she watched him walk to the front, and instead of eating, she walked to the water tank at the side and scooped water to drink using a gourd ladle 4 .

When Song Mo turned back, he happened to catch this scene in his eyes.

His heartbeat went haywire again.

She was drinking water…using his gourd ladle.

Actually, there was nothing wrong with it. Of course she was thirsty and wanted to drink water on a hot day. It was just that he was the only person who had drunk from the gourd ladle, and now she was using it as well. Her lips were touching it.

Perhaps, the spot where her lips were touching, he had touched it before?

Song Mo’s heart trembled. He hurriedly retracted his gaze and dashed towards the vegetable garden. He didn’t dare to look inside anymore, but his face was hot as fire.

Then, he caught a glimpse of a cucumber among the green vegetable seedlings.

She was thirsty, and having only flatbread and salted vegetables for lunch in the heat of the summer, she must have found the food too dry to swallow, right?

When Song Mo was hesitating, he remembered how she was hungry to the point of fainting. Her body must have been very weak, so he plucked the cucumber and went back inside.

Tang Huan was rolling the flatbread and stuffing it in her mouth. His arrival gave her a shock, and she choked on her food. She turned around and coughed until her face became red.

Song Mo looked at the bread. She had already devoured most of it.

He wanted to laugh. The little nun appeared thin and weak, but she had quite an appetite…but he immediately remembered that she had said that she hadn’t eaten since yesterday. Now that he thought about it, he knew what time the nuns usually carried water. Normally, this task would have long been completed by now. Why was she still carrying water at this time?

She was even crying in the morning. Was there something going on?

“Donor Song, I, I…” Tang Huan rose to her feet, clutching her robe with her small hands. Her face was flushed with embarrassment.

Song Mo thoughtfully changed the subject, saying, “It’s really difficult to swallow just by eating the flatbread. You can eat it with a cucumber. It’ll moisturize your throat.”

A cucumber?

Tang Huan was so surprised that she forgot to continue acting shy. When Song Mo passed her the cucumber, she was still in shock.

Song Mo didn’t notice the change in her expression, but he did notice her palms were red.

“You…why are you still carrying water at this time?” he finally inquired.

It took you long enough to ask!

Tang Huan was secretly delighted. “My junior sister and I went back late without receiving any alms,” she explained quietly as she sat down and stroked the cucumber in her hand. “My master got angry and punished us. Junior sister had a wound on her forehead, so she only had to kneel for a night at the Buddha Hall. As for me, my master thinks I’m too clumsy and foolish, so she punished me by making me carry water in the morning, chop wood in the afternoon, and stop reciting the sutra. Just now, I took a longer time on my chores as I needed to make another trip because I spilled a bucket of water, so Master didn’t leave me breakfast. That’s why I came here.”

Song Mo was enraged.

The Little Master was bullied and had no one to confide in, but her master still severely punished her and didn’t even give her breakfast.

No wonder she felt so wronged that she cried.

“Y-your master…” he couldn’t help but feel compelled to reprimand her master in order to console her.

Tang Huan shook her head and said with a despondent tone, “I don’t blame my master for being angry at me. I’m indeed too stupid. I’m not as bright as my senior and junior sisters, so it is only right for me to be in charge of the labor work.”

Song Mo didn’t know what else to say.

After a moment of silence, Tang Huan looked up at him as if she was observing his expression. Song Mo was nervous under the gaze of her beautiful watery eyes. But just as he was about to leave, he saw her lowering her head and slowly bringing the cucumber to her mouth. She parted her red lips and sucked on the thick round tip of the cucumber.

The muscles on his body suddenly tightened.

It was as if she had sensed his blazing gaze, the little nun slowly looked up at him with a curious look on her face and the cucumber still in her mouth.

Tang Huan drew the cucumber away shyly, licked her lips, and asked him innocently, “Donor Song, is there anything else you wanted to say?”

“…No.” Song Mo spun around and dashed towards the door.

Tang Huan smiled and called out to him. When he turned to face her, she shook the object in her hand and said, “Donor Song, thank you for the cucumber. I like it very much!” Donor Song, if you don’t mind, I want the cucumber on your body instead.

And in Song Mo’s eyes, the little nun was blushing. Her cheeks were as pink as the peach blossoms blooming in March.

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大饼 (Flatbread)

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( https://m.tnaot.com/zh/m/detail/article/704042 ) 迈着小碎步: Walk using small, deliberate steps. 半截葫芦 (Half gourd)

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