Chapter 16.1 - First ‘Pick’ (1/3)

Translator: Superbulat

Tang Huan was really about to be driven crazy by Song Mo!

If she hadn’t seen his majesty below, she would have suspected he was impotent!

During the day, when she saw him sweating profusely while working, she really had no desire to seduce him. In the evening, after he had cleaned himself and lay down on the bed, she used all kinds of methods to tease him. At first, the man lay quietly for her to tease. He must have lost his patience after a while, because he actually used a rope to hang her injured right leg to the ceiling and tied her hands. Tang Huan was overjoyed as she looked up at the man who was breathing heavily above her. She thought that this man was not only enlightened, but also wanted to play some bedroom tricks with her. However, she didn’t expect that after tying her up, he simply lay down beside her and warned her coldly that if she continued to fool around before her injuries were healed, he would tie her up in the same way during the day.

Tang Huan tried her luck again the next night, and this time she was tied up for the entire day. When she scolded and provoked him, he simply stuffed a handkerchief in her mouth and continued to work.

This way, Tang Huan had no choice but to be well behaved. And she had understood something in the process. As a female ‘flower picking thief’, she must diligently practise martial arts; otherwise, it would be useless to meet a good man. If she wasn’t stronger than the man, she couldn’t force herself on him…

After being obedient for six or seven days, the wound on Tang Huan’s leg scarred, and she finally regained the freedom to move.

Song Mo built a wooden shed in the courtyard, similar to the melon sheds built by farmers in watermelon fields 1 His plan was for the two of them to temporarily sleep in the wooden shed and store all their belongings in the firewood shed until their new house was built. He’d also set up a pot in the yard, and he’d been the one cooking these days. After looking at the cluttered yet tidy courtyard, Tang Huan had to admit that Song Mo really knew how to live his life.

When she burned down the house, she knew it was just a dream and that they would enter a new dream after sleeping together, so she had never considered what they should do after the house was gone. But Song Mo didn’t know about this. He was truly living his life, as if he had already planned the future for the both of them.

She was such a bad woman…

But it was Song Mo’s fault for slitting her throat. If he was willing to let her ‘pick’ him for a night, these things wouldn’t have happened.

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Tang Huan lay down in the wooden shed guiltlessly, staring at the man who was sawing wood in front of her. He stood shirtless under the tree, his left leg straight, his right leg bent and stepping on a stool. The morning sun passed through the gaps between the leaves, casting patches of light on his wheatish back and chest while blurring his cold side profile.

It was him, but it was also not him.

Tang Huan was confused. Before entering the dream, she had not known Song Mo’s real personality. Did the Song Mo in the dream just have the same appearance as the real Song Mo, or did he also have the same temperament? Could it be that the real Song Mo, who was more skilled in martial arts than her master, was also such a cute and honest man?

She should stop dreaming! How could that be possible?

Tang Huan rolled over to the other side. She stopped herself from thinking about these questions that she couldn’t find the answer for, and secretly pondered new ways to seduce Song Mo.

After breakfast, Song Mo continued to work. Tang Huan put down the gauze curtains at both ends of the shed and hid inside to sew. Two days ago, Song Mo had gone to the mountain to sell the three animals that he had hunted down. When he came back, he threw her a few pieces of cloth of varying colours with a cold face, instructing her to use them to make clothes for herself. As for the nun’s hat, he had picked it up for her a long time ago.

Tang Huan cared a lot about her appearance. She wanted to savor the joy between the sheets while also requiring Song Mo to fully devote himself to it. Then, if he took off her clothes in high spirits and saw the hideous wound on her leg, it would surely dampen his mood! Tang Huan would never allow something like this to happen. She cut a strip of red cloth, wrapped it around her right calf, and finished with a lovely knot at her knee. After making sure that it wouldn’t loosen up, she put on her pants.

By the time she was finished preparing, the scorching sun outside had risen to the middle of the sky.

Song Mo called her for lunch.

Tang Huan jumped off the bed.

Song Mo was setting the table when he heard the noise and turned around to scold her, saying, “Your leg injury is not completely recovered yet. Don’t jump around.”

“It’s fine. It doesn’t hurt at all anymore. I know my own body.” Tang Huan sat down and looked at him while smilingly. “Song- dage , do you want me tonight?”

Every time she wanted to seduce him, she would call him Song- dage .

Song Mo had already gotten used to it. After passing her the food, he ate his lunch in silence.

She had been unhappy these few days, but did he feel any better? If it wasn’t for her leg injury, after being seduced like that, he would have done her on the spot. They had no relatives, so there was no need for marriage ceremonies or bridal chambers. Plus, he didn’t have the money for these at the moment. After she recovered from her injury, the two of them could be considered as married when they sleep under the same blanket.

Tang Huan gave him a sidelong glance and ate her lunch before returning to the wooden shed to take a nap.

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