Chapter 9.2 - Sweet (2/2)

Translator: Superbulat

If this was said by an irrelevant woman, it would be considered shameless, but if it was said by their beloved, no man could resist. Who could still think of the formalities?

Song Mo was happy in his heart. Although he was still embarrassed, he couldn’t persuade her to put on his pants, and he didn’t have the strength to cover himself, so he could only let her be.

Tang Huan smiled triumphantly as she skilfully applied the ointment to his wound and wrapped it with a clean bandage.

When the water in the basin turned red, she went out to change it. When she returned, she began to treat the small wounds on his body from head to toe.

As she was cleaning his forehead, she was facing him, and he could feel her breathing on his face.

Song Mo’s eyelashes were trembling from nervousness. He wanted to open his eyes and look at her, but he was afraid she’d notice.

Suddenly, he felt warm and soft lips touching the wound on his forehead.

He couldn’t stop himself from opening his eyes to meet her black watery eyes, and in his ears were her regretful and self-blaming words. “Song- dage , it’s all my fault. If it hadn’t been for me, you wouldn’t have offended Qiao Liu, and you wouldn’t have suffered today for nothing.”

Song Mo’s eyes were gentle. “Don’t say that. If it wasn’t for what happened that day, I-I wouldn’t have known you.”

Tang Huan looked at him in surprise, her pretty face slowly turning red.

This silly boy was quite a sweet talker.

Song Mo was mesmerized by her looks. “You, you look so pretty when you blush,” he murmured. Perhaps it was because they had confirmed each other’s feelings, but after finding out that she was unwilling to be a nun, it became easier for him to say the words that had previously been difficult for him to say.

His eyes were too bright. They were filled with such undisguised affection that Tang Huan was momentarily lost in them. “Hmph…” she grunted, lowering her gaze to wipe his chest.

Since she was being so shy, Song Mo became bolder instead and stared at her intently.

Tang Huan felt a slight pang of regret in her heart. She hadn’t expected him to be so unreserved after confirming their feelings. If his abdomen hadn’t been injured, with a little more effort, she might have been able to eat him in one bite by tonight. What a pity.

Nevermind. Haste makes waste. She already got his heart, getting his body was only a matter of time.

As her hand moved downwards, Song Mo’s breathing quickened. “Minghui, you d-don’t need to clean down…down there. I’ll clean by myself later, okay?”

Tang Huan simply lowered her head pretending to be shy. “You are so badly injured. It’s best if you continue lying down so that you don’t tear any more wounds. Besides, I-I didn’t even say anything, so what are you embarrassed about… I-If you’re really being considerate, just…just make him smaller. He looks kind of scary when he’s standing up…” Her little hand pushed it to the other side with disdain.

Without the need for Song Mo’s instructions, Little Song Mo bounced back on its own.

“You…you did it on purpose!” Tang Huan was angry and embarrassed. She was so ‘angry’ that she turned to face her back towards him, so that she could hide the uncontrollable smile on her face.

Song Mo’s face was so red that it looked like he was drunk.

Worrying that she was truly mad at him, he ignored the chaos in his mind and hurriedly explained, “I-I really didn’t mean it. T-that part doesn’t listen to me…Never mind, just help me put on my pants!”

Tang Huan sneaked a glance at him. “You really didn’t do it on purpose?”

Song Mo blushed as he nodded.

“Then I’ll believe you once, but then you have to behave,” Tang Huan said, biting her lower lip.

Song Mo froze. Was she still insisting on helping him?

While he was thinking, there was already a small hand holding there . He looked down and saw her holding his thing with her left hand and a towel with her right hand to wipe the blood around it .

Seeing his black forest being wiped back and forth by her; seeing his majesty held in that small, fair hand; seeing the tip of his thing not more than an inch away from her cheek, as if it could touch her red lips if she lowered her head a little more, and suddenly the scene of her slowly bringing the cucumber into her mouth that day flashed through in his mind. Song Mo was so nervous that his heart was about to jump out.

D-did she know that almost no man could stand this level of intimacy?

Song Mo looked at her with a headache and a tormented expression, but he noticed that her pretty cheeks were rosy, and she had a very focused look on her face as if the most important thing for her was to take care of him.

The fire of lust in his body turned into watery tenderness.

Song Mo closed his eyes feeling relieved. How fortunate he was to meet such a good girl who treated him so sincerely…

So what if she was a nun? He was willing to wait for her to leave the monastery order. Even if she couldn’t leave, as long as she was willing, he would do his best to take care of her. When he recovered, he would assist her in carrying water and chopping wood, and he would protect her for the rest of his life.

“Song- dage , shall I make you some porridge?” Tang Huan asked softly, and after wiping his body, she put on a clean pair of pants for him.

“There’s no need. You should go back soon, otherwise, your master will punish you again if you return late,” Song Mo worriedly rejected.

“It’s okay,” Tang Huan said with a smile, “no matter how angry my master is, she can only punish me by not allowing me to eat, and then I’ll come and eat with you, okay?”

How could it not be okay for him?

Song Mo smiled as well.

Tang Huan gave him a shy look before carrying his dirty clothes to the yard, intending to wash and dry them after making a fire and waiting for the porridge to cook.

Listening to the sound of clothes being spread outside, Song Mo felt more peaceful than ever.

The author has something to say: I’m silently lighting a candle for Donor Song…

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