Chapter 16.2 - First ‘Pick’ (2/3)

A heavy thunderclap above her head woke her up while she was sleeping soundly. After waking up, she found that the cool wind blowing into the shed felt particularly nice.

The sky was shrouded by dark clouds outside, and Song Mo was carrying things into the firewood shed. As soon as he was done, raindrops came crashing down the sky like beads from a broken string.

When Song Mo ran back to the wooden shed, water was dripping down his face and neck, and his pants were soaked.

Tang Huan had thought of an idea, so instead of getting out of bed, she simply rubbed her eyes and said to him, “The rain is quite heavy. I guess it’s not going to stop for a while. Why don’t you go take a bath and then come back here for a nap….” She covered her mouth as she faked a yawn.

Song Mo’s pants were soaked, so of course he had to change them. After listening to her words, although he knew that she must have something up her sleeve again, he thought that no matter what bad idea she had, she wouldn’t be able to force it on him if he didn’t cooperate. So he went back outside and took a shower in the rain beside the firewood shed.

Tang Huan grabbed the towel that was hanging on the side and sat on the bed waiting for him, her eyes wandering around the shed.

The hard bed board, which had been covered with hay and padded with mat and bedding, was quite comfortable to lie on. The ceiling of the shed was not very high. She could stand straight inside, but Song Mo couldn’t. It didn’t matter, though, since this was just a temporary place to rest and sleep. The pouring rain outside was also quite atmospheric. Her only concern was that the shed might not be sturdy enough. It would be really annoying if the shed collapsed when they were in the middle of the action.

Footsteps sounded as Song Mo came back.

Tang Huan snickered. This foolish man.

Song Mo was embarrassed.

He forgot about one thing. He was used to changing his clothes in the early morning before she woke up. He would simply grab his clothes and go hide in a corner to change. Just now, he ran out on an impulse and didn’t think about his clothes at all. Now that he was back, how should he change them? There was no umbrella in the shed. If he took his dry clothes outside, they would definitely get soaked by the rain. If he went inside to change his clothes, she who had awoken would be there…

Although she had touched his body before at night, he still couldn’t show his naked body in front of her during the day.

He stood beside the shed and hesitated.

Tang Huan laughed at him. “Come in. It’s not like I’ve never seen your body. I don’t even mind, so what are you embarrassed about? Come in quickly. You might get sick if you stand in the rain for too long. Our house is not built yet. If you get sick, don’t expect me to work!”

This lazy woman!

Song Mo entered the shed with a scowl on his face, but he saw her kneeling on the bed and smiling at him with a towel in her hand saying, “Come here. Let me wipe your body.”

All of his embarrassment and anger vanished. Song Mo strode over and turned his back on her.

“Lower your head,” Tang Huan said, pressing his neck down. “I’ll wipe your body first, then wipe your hair.”

Song Mo lowered his head obediently.

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Her hand was hot, and he felt a tantalising itch as it landed on his body. Song Mo knew that she did it on purpose, but her other hand was still wiping his body seriously, so he could only let her be. After his back had been wiped dry, she pressed her body against his back and reached out to the front to wipe his chest. Song Mo held her hand and said in a muffled voice, “I’ll do it myself.”

“No, Song Mo. I know I’m a lazy woman, but in fact, I feel guilty in my heart. You are my man, and I am your woman. You took such good care of me, so now let me serve you,” Tang Huan said softly as she kissed his back.

Song Mo didn’t say anything.

Tang Huan wanted to take off his pants, but this time he resolutely refused. Tang Huan threw the towel at him, lay back on the bed, and pulled the blanket over her head angrily. “Then you have to lie down after you change your pants, and I will wipe your hair dry for you. If you don’t let me, I…I will run into the rain!” she threatened him under the blanket.

Song Mo smiled as he looked at the woman huddled up in bed. He quickly wiped himself dry, put on clean pants, and sat on the bed, “Okay, come and help me wipe my hair.”

Tang Huan sat up, the blanket covering her below the waist. “You are too tall,” she complained with a pout. “It’s easier for me if you lie down, so I don’t have to raise my arms.”

Song Mo knew how lazy she was, so he didn’t think much about it. He lay on his stomach and rested his head on his hands, with his gaze fixed on the ground, waiting for her to come over.

Tang Huan silently took off her robe, got up, and slowly sat on his waist.

Song Mo’s body stiffened, and his breathing became erratic.

He was shirtless, and she was pantless.

“You……”

“What about me?” Tang Huan leaned herself against his back. “Don’t be nervous,” she said as she untied his hair tie with her left hand and held his firm chin with her right, gently planting a kiss on his face. “I just want to wipe your hair. As for my clothes, I took them off because it was too hot. Don’t think too much. It’s not nighttime yet, so I won’t mess arou-…ahh!”

Before she could finish talking and untying his hair, the man beneath her abruptly grabbed her waist. With a brute force, Tang Huan felt that the world was spinning around her, and the next thing she knew, she was already under him. She wanted to look at him, but the water on his forehead dripped into her eyes. She was rubbing her eyes anxiously when she heard the man asking her in a hoarse voice, “You really want it that much?” His heavy breathing on her face was as hot as the fire that had burned down his house.

Tang Huan stopped rubbing her eyes. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and after blinking vigorously, she opened her eyes to look at him, her eyes luminescent as if they were dazzling with stars, “Yes. I want you the first time I see you. Song Mo, if you are a man, take me now! Laoniang don’t even mind. What are you holding back for?”

Song Mo’s pupils were as dark as ink, so dark that Tang Huan couldn’t see his emotions. “Say it one more time,” he said.

Tang Huan stared back into the man’s eyes without flinching, “I said Laoniang want you, want you at first sight, want you to-”

“Then see if I am a man or not!”

Song Mo cut her off with a low growl, and with a strong flip of his hand, Tang Huan turned face down. She felt an indescribable fear and wanted to get up, but she couldn’t move as he was pressing heavily on her. She was about to turn her head to look at him when she heard him pulling his pants down. The next moment, he lifted her waist, and before Tang Huan could react, he parted her legs, quickly rubbed his big hand below there, and pressed his fingers at her tender spot. Then, without waiting for Tang Huan to stop him, he thrusted his waist forward and barged in abruptly.