Chapter 8.2 - Touch (2/2)

Translator: Superbulat

Tang Huan couldn’t hear their conversation. After confirming that Qiao Liu and the others had gone far away, she ran towards Song Mo.

Because she heard Qiao Liu saying that Song Mo was still alive, when she arrived at the door and saw the miserable state of the man covered in dirt, Tang Huan couldn’t help but smile.

If she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes, who would have thought that the cold and arrogant man who was stronger than her master would be taken down by a few ruffians today?

That felt great!

Even though she knew that the forest ranger was just Song Mo’s identity in his dream, she still felt good, so good that she wanted to join in and kick him as well! Who asked you to bully people with your martial arts skills? Now you’re the one getting your ass kicked! Served you right!

After taking a few deep breaths to calm down from her excitement, Tang Huan gently walked over.

There was a swelling on Song Mo’s forehead, blood on the corner of his mouth, and his abdomen was crimson red…those people used a knife on him!

Tang Huan couldn’t smile anymore. With such a long wound, even the slightest carelessness could be fatal.

“Donor Song, Donor Song!”

With a thump , Tang Huan knelt beside Song Mo and cried out to him. She would grab on this opportunity to completely capture his heart.

Song Mo did not respond.

Tang Huan wiped away her tears and dragged him into the house by pulling his arms from behind. He was way too heavy. Her face had turned red even though she had only dragged him for a few steps. By the time she dragged Song Mo onto his bed stove, she was sweating profusely and her arms were sore.

He was still not awake. His eyes were tightly shut.

Tang Huan went outside to fetch a basin of water before stripping Song Mo bare. “Donor Song, you…please don’t blame me for being rude to you. I had heard from my Master that wounds will produce pus if they are not properly cleaned. There’s blood all over your body, I-I’m scared of missing a spot.”

Song Mo did not say a word.

Tang Huan let her eyes run wild over the man’s body.

He had broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs, with strong-looking muscles. The blood on his body wasn’t disgusting, but it gave him a beastly aura.

Tang Huan approached his thigh and examined Little Song Mo carefully. If it was injured and couldn’t erect anymore, then she wouldn’t have to bother saving his life. Fortunately, the wound on his abdomen only stretched as far as the hip bone around his inner thigh. The blood stained his black forest red but his root of life was unharmed.

Since it did not get hurt, it should be alright, right?

Tang Huan wasn’t very interested in the sleeping Little Song Mo . She collected her thoughts and began to clean the bloody and scary looking cut wound.

She wasn’t very gentle on Song Mo. He woke up from the pain and couldn’t help but let out a muffled grunt.

Tang Huan’s hand trembled. She quickly dropped the towel, pounced on his shoulder, cupped his face, and asked with a shaky voice, “Donor Song, you’re finally awake?” Tears rolled down her face.

Song Mo opened his heavy eyelids to meet with a beautiful face with tears streaming down her cheeks. He saw the familiar gray nun’s hat and lovely brows. He thought that he was still dreaming.

He recognized the ceiling above him, so he knew that they were at his house. “You…why are you here?” he asked with great difficulty. He wanted to get up, but he didn’t have the strength, and she was firmly pressing him down with her body. She was crying while lying on his chest. Song Mo was curious, flustered, and happy all at the same time. He even forgot about the pain on his abdomen and forgot to look away, simply staring into her tearful eyes.

Tang Huan looked back at him worriedly. “Last time, the last time you gave me food, so I had been thinking of repaying you,” she said while crying, “I still have some time left over after chopping wood today, so I plucked some wild vegetables for you to have a taste. But I didn’t expect to see you in this state… Donor Song, p-please d-don’t die, I’m afraid…” She buried her head in his chest and sobbed.

Warm tears dripped on his body, and in a daze, Song Mo felt as if the tears had flown directly into his heart through his chest.

So there was actually someone in this world who genuinely cared about him.

He only saved her once and helped her once; why did she care so much about him? Was she crying so pitifully because she was afraid that he would die?

He wanted to pat her on the shoulder, but he couldn’t raise his hand.

“D-don’t cry, I’m fine…” He took a deep breath because he was struggling to get up and had accidentally torn the wound on his abdomen.

Tang Huan jerked up like she was startled. She wiped her eyes and said, “Mhm, you’ll be fine. Don’t worry, I have taken care of others before. I know how to deal with stab wounds. You can just lie down. I will treat your wound now.” She retrieved the towel she had thrown into the basin just now, wrung it out, and continued to help him.

Song Mo never took his eyes off her. When she was wringing the towel, he stared at her side profile; when she was cleaning his wounds carefully, he still stared at her face. And as he stared, he realized there was something wrong.

He was totally naked!

His face immediately heated up, and almost at the same time, a certain place rose up, from lying softly between his legs to tilting upward, and coincidentally hitting her fair-skinned wrist.

At that moment, Song Mo wanted to die!

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The author has something to say: Song Mo: Ms Author, since this is the first time, I will let you off the hook. But if you dare to give me another useless identity like this one, I’ll sever your throat!

Jiaren (author): Yo, such a ferocious killing intent…Ah Huan, ride on him!

Tang Huan: Am I the only one who only paid attention to the last sentence?

T/N: No you are not the only one ¬‿¬

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