Chapter 38.4 - Drunk (4/4)

He sat motionless on the bed, waiting to see how long she could hold out.

The maid’s voice disappeared. She was muttering to herself on the wall, her voice too low for him to hear clearly.

“Bang!”

There was a sudden sound of something heavy falling on the ground outside, and then there was no more sound for a long time.

Could it be that…

Song Mo hurriedly put on his jacket and rushed outside. When he walked to the door, he remembered the sneak attack and that burly maid that night. After pulling the door bolt, Song Mo did not rush out immediately but waited for a while before running forward. This way, he could avoid it if the maid made a surprise attack on him again. He couldn’t possibly lose to a woman in a fair and square fight, right?

But after Song Mo turned around, there was no one by the door.

It was already the middle of the month, and the moon was shining brightly. He looked towards the wall and saw her lying there.

Song Mo looked at the wall and made sure that Dumpling wasn’t hiding there to ambush him before approaching her with light steps.

Her long hair was messy, and she only wore chiffon pajamas. Because she had fallen down and seemed to have fallen asleep, she hadn’t been able to tidy up her clothes. One of her sleeves was up to her elbow, revealing her fair wrist. The front of her pajama shirt was low and round-necked, so low that when she was lying like this, he could see a seductive arc…

Song Mo quickly looked away. Did she dress like this here to seduce him?

The thought had just formed when he suddenly smelled the strong smell of alcohol.

“Wake up,” he frowned and called out to her.

Tang Huan pouted, waved to him, and turned around before curling up into a ball and continuing to sleep.

Song Mo couldn’t wake her up, so he took a short stick and poked her arm.

“Go away. If you touch me again, I’ll sell you t-to the kiln…” Tang Huan held the stick and slurred her threats, but she had no strength in her hand. Song Mo pulled the stick out of her hand. No one was disturbing her sleep anymore, so Tang Huan continued to sleep.

It seemed that she was really drunk.

Song Mo continued to poke her, this time harder. “Get up. You are drunk. Hurry home and sleep.” Why was she lying in his yard?

Tang Huan covered her ear with one hand. “You’re the one who’s drunk. I am not drunk. Y-young Master Lin said that it’s just very mild fruit wine… Dumpling, go away. Dare to bother me again, I-I’ll sell you off.”

Lin Peizhi gave her that?

If it was very mild, what was going on with her now?

Lin Peizhi, that beast, was simply trying to get her drunk!

Song Mo angrily threw away the stick, climbed onto the wall, and called out to Dumpling in a low voice for her to carry her Madam back.

But no one responded to him.

It seemed that both her maids were sleeping in the wing room?

Would it be too conspicuous to go to the front yard and call out to someone? She probably only told Dumpling about something like this, right?

The back door of her house was open. Should he quietly send her back?

Song Mo hesitated, his eyes fell on her tiny figure curled up on the ground, and his heart softened. He leaned over, reached out his hand, and paused for a while before holding her shoulders to make her sit up. She fell limply in his arms, her hot face pressed against his neck. Song Mo was a little flustered and hurriedly explained, “Y-you’re drunk. I’m sending you back now, but if you dare to go crazy in my yard again, I-I won’t give a damn about you anymore.”

“Dumpling, I-I forbid you from talking. I want to sleep.” Tang Huan snuggled in his arms and seemed to feel uncomfortable in this position, so she turned around, hugged his waist, and rested her head on his arm. As she rubbed her head on his arm, she foolishly giggled, “Dumpling, w-why do you feel like a man? Your chest is also like a man’s, so flat…” She pressed on his chest.

Song Mo wanted to laugh. She was so drunk that she couldn’t even distinguish between a man and a woman.

He was about to carry her when she suddenly grabbed his hand. Before he could react, she had placed his hand on her chest. “Here, touch this. This is what a woman’s chest should be like. Dumpling, haha, yours is too flat. No men will like flat ones. Th-they all like mine…”

Big and soft…

Song Mo hastily withdrew his hand as if it had burnt his hand. But to his surprise, she rubbed his chest and cried, “Dumpling, ac-actually, it doesn’t matter if you are flat or not. No one likes yours, but mine is so big, he still doesn’t like it. What’s the use of other men liking it? If he doesn’t like it, my chest has grown in vain… Dumpling, I want to change with you. I want to become a man, s-so no one will look down on me when I go out and do business. If I am a man, I don’t have to be afraid of anyone taking advantage of my body… Dumpling, let’s change…” Then she grabbed his hand and put it on her chest once again.

This time, Song Mo forgot to move.

The ‘he’ that she was talking about, was him, right?

D-does he like it?

As if being controlled by demons, he held her there and squeezed it.

At that moment, the blood of his entire body rushed downwards, and a certain part of his body pointed towards the heavens.

“Mmm… Dumpling, why do you suddenly have a stick here … Oh, do you want to help me hit him somemore? It’s okay. He is unwilling. He was unwilling even when I gave myself to him. He hates me… Dumpling, put the stick away… Eh? Something doesn’t seem right. Why is this stick so short?”

Tang Huan sat up in a daze and looked down at her hands. Song Mo anxiously wanted to push her away, but before he could do so, she strengthened her grip, and his legs went weak. When she pushed him back, he fell uncontrollably to the ground. Tang Huan lay down, held Little Song Mo through his pants with both hands, and innocently stared at it. “Dumpling, w-why did you hide the stick in your pants? You have a pocket in your pants? Why is it standing up?”

Song Mo couldn’t stand it anymore and fiercely pulled her hands apart.

When Tang Huans’ hands were abruptly pulled away, her elbows, which was originally on his thighs to prop her upper body up, also left, causing Tang Huan to fall right between his legs, and her face just happened to pressed on Little Song Mo.

“Haha, Dumpling, the short stick is all warmed up by you…”

The author has something to say: Vigorously condemning Huanhuan’s master! How could she teach such a perverted disciple!!!

The butcher’s dream will end in two more chapters~

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