Chapter 27.2 - Mutual- (2/2)

Song Mo gritted his teeth and moved even closer towards her. With his elbows on the bed stove, he pressed each flower petal with his index fingers, tremblingly parting them to both sides.

“Mhm……”

A man’s nervous touch did not feel the same as her having to touch herself when she bathed.

Tang Huan let out a soft cry. What should she do with her sudden urge to clamp his neck with her thighs? What should she do with her sudden desire for him to kiss her…there? Tang Huan felt indescribable pleasure when she imagined the indifferent man obediently kneeling in front of her. Not the pleasure from her body, but her heart.

Song Mo, even if the dreams weren’t real, have you ever thought you would be doing something like this? Foolishly kneeling in front of the woman you had killed, who had died in front of you without you sparing her a second glance?

Inexplicably, Tang Huan began to hope that when Song Mo awoke, he could remember these nine dreams. Her master had said that he would be unconscious for a day after waking up. An entire day was enough for her to tie him up. Mhm, when the time came, she would chain his hands and feet, drug him, and then ride him while telling him about these nine dreams, telling him how silly he was in the dreams and in her eyes, and telling him how good she felt when he fucked her in his dreams! With kung fu better than her master and ice cube-like cold face, one could imagine how proud the man would be. But for such a conceited man to lose in her hands for nine times, he would definitely be gnashing his teeth in hatred! But it was his fault for messing with her! The greater his hatred and suffering was, the happier she would be, and when she had had enough, she would kill him!

Haha, what a beautiful thought!

Ah crap, she could feel her period blood coming!

Tang Huan hurriedly kicked away the man who was still sweating profusely while touching her. She closed her legs together, shrank back into the blanket, and cried in shame, “Uncle, you really haven’t found it? W-why did you touch it for so long?”

Song Mo was so anxious that sweat ran down his forehead. “Jinzhi, Uncle is really trying to help you, so don’t get the wrong idea. But Uncle couldn’t find it…” He dared to swear to God that he had no other thoughts. Even if that place of hers was too tempting, even if…his dick was as hard as iron.

Tang Huan was silent for a while before saying, “Uncle, don’t be angry. I-I was just too embarrassed. Forget it. I was too naive to ask for your help. That kind of place… I-I’d better go get help from Aunt Zhang.”

Song Mo exhaled a deep sigh of relief, and his body seemed to be exhausted. “You should lie down. Uncle will invite Aunt Zhang over.”

“No, it’s not appropriate for Uncle to be involved in such matters. Uncle should act like you’re unaware of this. I will find Aunt Zhang by myself.”

“Can you walk?”

“Yes, Uncle. Please go to the west room and help me get a pair of clean trousers. I’m going to get dressed.”

Song Mo immediately went to get it.

After a few minutes, Tang Huan finished washing up, and while covering her stomach with her hands, she left without allowing Song Mo to accompany her.

She stood behind the Zhang family’s house for some time before heading back home.

Song Mo had been waiting in the yard, walking around and feeling uneasy, for fear that she might have contracted a serious illness. His uneasiness contained worry for his niece, but most of it was a deep sense of fear. I-if something happened to her… Just the thought of it gave him so much pain he couldn’t breathe.

“Uncle, I’m back.”

Song Mo turned around as his niece’s feeble voice came from the gate. His heart ached at the sight of her.

She was clutching her stomach and leaning against the gate, her head against the gate and her eyes closed, seemingly weak beyond measure.

“What’s wrong?” He strode forward and steadily held her.

Tang Huan had already closed the gate, so she recklessly leaned against his chest. “Don’t worry, Uncle. Aunt Zhang told me just now that I’m not sick; i-it’s menstruation. This is something that every woman will go through. Every month, we’ll bleed for a few days down there. It’s just that, normally, girls would start having it around the age of 12 or 13, but I only have my first menstruation now, so my stomach will hurt for quite a while… Uncle, I feel so uncomfortable. Please carry me inside…”

Since it wasn’t an injury or illness, Song Mo was no longer worried, but seeing her in such pain made him even more distressed. He supported her by the waist and carefully picked her up before walking into her room. “Uncle is relieved that Jinzhi is fine. Did Aunt Zhang tell you to take any medication? Uncle will buy it for you.”

Tang Huan rubbed her head on his chest. “Aunt Zhang said that no medication is needed, just that I should keep myself warm and not overexert myself. Uncle, there are so many chores at home. I initially wanted to help you, but who would have thought… Uncle, isn’t your niece useless? I can’t help you and have only caused you trouble.”

Song Mo didn’t speak. After entering the room, he placed her on the bed stove, covered her with a blanket, and touched her on the forehead. “You’re talking nonsense again. You are Uncle’s beloved niece. Uncle should be taking care of you. As long as you take good care of your body, Uncle will be happy.”

“Uncle, you are so good to me.” Tang Huan smiled weakly at him.

Song Mo’s eyes were gentle as he softly asked, “After being busy all morning, you must have been hungry, right? What would you like to eat? Uncle will make it for you.”

“I want to eat egg noodles to warm my stomach,” Tang Huan said after a moment’s thought.

Song Mo stood up. “Okay, let’s have noodles for breakfast.”

Tang Huan called him, “Uncle, put two eggs! If you only put one, I won’t eat it!”

Song Mo felt a little helpless as she pretended to be angry, but an unspeakable sweetness flooded his heart… His niece cared about him.

The noodles were soon ready. Song Mo moved the low table onto the bed stove and asked if she wanted to eat sitting up or lying down under the covers.

Tang Huan blinked at him. “I want Uncle to feed me.”

Tang Huan, having lived with her master for so many years, figured something out at a young age.

Acting like a spoiled brat when you were sick would benefit you in every way.

The author has something to say: Haha, our Huanhuan’s daydream is beautiful, right? Gleefully lighting a candle for her~

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