Chapter 39.1 - Peach Blossom (1/4)

Translator: Superbulat

Short stick…

Hearing the woman calling his thing something like that, the unfamiliar throbbing in Song Mo’s heart because her face was in contact with that place instantly turned into humiliation, and the urge to teach her a lesson was no weaker than that night.

Only that he was angry that night, but this time, he wanted to prove himself.

How to prove himself?

His chest rose and fell rapidly, panting as if he had just tied up a pig by himself.

While he was looking at her head trying to distract himself by thinking about how to teach her a lesson, Little Song Mo wriggled unhappily in the woman’s hands in order to prove that he was not a small stick. Unfortunately, Little Song Mo had no hands or feet, so he couldn’t push the woman away. He could only puff up angrily, getting bigger and bigger, trying to use this method to shake the woman away.

But he was ruthlessly suppressed by his opponent.

Without lifting her head, she grabbed Little Song Mo curiously, her voice increasingly curious. “Dumpling, why does this stick seem to be…errr…moving? Also, what about the stick last time? This one is so short, and the thickness of the top and bottom are not the same. He won’t get hurt if you use this… Hehe, but it’s pretty fun. See? It can turn left and right, and the top part looks like a mushroom… Mhm, I want this stick…” And then, lying on Song Mo’s right thigh, while burping, she moved her hand towards Song Mo’s belt, trying to reach the stick.

Song Mo was startled by her actions. He abruptly got up, grabbed her shoulders, and lifted her up, shouting in a deep voice, “Wake up!”

Tang Huan shivered, and her dazed eyes fell on the man’s face. She blinked as a trace of confusion emerged on her face. “You’re Son-Song Mo? Not Dumpling?” As if to confirm, she lifted her hand and touched his face. Both Song Mo and her were kneeling, and he was so much taller than her, but her hand slowly reached out to him, as if she was not at all worried that he would avoid her hand.

Song Mo wanted to avoid, but in her infatuated gaze, after seeing the tears in her eyes, he couldn’t move. He let her weak and boneless hand touch his face, allowing her to caress him unconsciously.

Her gaze was too focused, and Song Mo gradually couldn’t hold it any longer. He wanted to get up, afraid that she would suddenly wake up and find out his heart had softened for her.

At that moment, Tang Huan threw herself into his arms. She clung tightly to his shoulders and cried bitterly, “Song Mo, why do you refuse to like me? Tell me, which part of me is not worthy of you? Or did I do something bad that annoys you? Tell me, and I will change… Song Mo, I like you. I want to marry you and be your woman. I want to rely on you, then I don’t have to go out to earn money to support myself, I don’t have to deal with those men for the sake of my business, and I don’t have to worry about being bullied by rogues. Song Mo, Song Mo, why don’t you…”

‘Why don’t you’ what?

Song Mo was still waiting for her to go on, but she fell silent. He looked down only to find that she had fallen asleep on his shoulder. She didn’t slip down, because her hands were hugging him at some point.

He smiled wryly.

Was he disgusted with her?

No, because he knew that she had to make a living, and life was not easy for a woman.

Did he like her?

Song Mo didn’t know what was ‘like’. He only knew that his heart ached for this woman, and he suddenly wanted to take care of her and protect her from being bullied.

But he didn’t know how to speak. He had rejected her mercilessly not long ago, threatening to kill her if she came to bother her again. Now, she wasn’t even willing to pay attention to him when she was sober anymore. How could he go to her and say that he was willing to marry her?

He dared not. She was pitiful and weak now because she was drunk. Once she sobered up, would she also choose to forget him like she did a few days ago? She was such an ostentatious person; perhaps when he go to her, she would laugh at him and say that he previously rejected her because he was pretending to be reserved, right?

Song Mo’s head hurt. In fact, he didn’t even know her true temperament, so why did he suddenly have the thought of marrying her?

Probably because she was too pitiful. Maybe he would change his mind after one night.

Rubbing his forehead, Song Mo carried the unconscious woman to the foot of the wall, stepped on the basket, and lay her on top of the wall before climbing over the wall and carrying her to the back room door. The room was lit. Her maids were probably afraid of making her angry, so they were obediently staying in the wing room and were nowhere to be seen.

Song Mo’s heart ached again. Maids were, after all, only maids. They would only do things according to her instructions and would not really care about her. Just like just now, she had climbed up the wall drunk. If Dumpling were her family, no matter how harshly she got scolded, she would stay by her side and refuse to leave, right? Even hiding at the door and keeping an eye on her was good enough.

She was the same as him. All alone.

He was a man, and it was nothing once he got used to it. She was a woman, and if she wanted to avoid being bullied by others, she could only pretend to be arrogant and domineering.

As his thoughts ran wildly in his head, he didn’t pay attention to what the woman’s boudoir looked like, and when he came back to his senses, he was already in front of her bed.

Light purple drapery and pink bedsheets were just like those of that night.

Song Mo hurriedly placed her on the bed and pulled the blanket to cover her up.

His hand was suddenly pulled into her arms, warm and soft.

“Song Mo…” She hugged his arm and murmured.

Her sleeping face was too peaceful. Song Mo tried to withdraw his hand, but she frowned uneasily and pouted. Song Mo couldn’t bear to disturb her sleep, so he had to maintain the action of putting her down. His body was bent down facing her, with one hand propped up beside her head, while the other was hugged by her, not knowing what to do.

His eyes circled around the bed and finally landed on her face.

Because of the wine, two red clouds floated on her cheeks. Her skin was smooth and delicate, and her vermilion lips were full and alluring.

Her lips…once pressed against his.

Song Mo’s mouth felt dry.

He didn’t dare to stay any longer. After waiting for a while, he carefully withdrew his hand, tucked her in, and quietly left.