Chapter 40.4 - Scorching (4/4)

He didn’t know how to kiss at all, sticking his lips on hers without moving. Tang Huan wrapped her arms around his neck and kindly taught him, teaching him how to suck, how to gently stroke with the tip of his tongue, and how to probe his tongue in to lure her into catching him, entangling with each other. Song Mo learned very quickly, to the point of surprising her. His big hand pressed the back of her head, leaving her with nowhere to hide, kissing her until she almost couldn’t breathe.

When he finally let go of her, Tang Huan already went limp on his strong arms, panting like a fish out of water. He wanted to leave, but she raised her arm with difficulty, pressed his head, and motioned him to kiss her neck, motioning him to continue down. “Song Mo, kiss me. I want you to kiss here and remove all of his traces…”

Song Mo did as she wished.

Remembering the scene when she was pressed on the cliff by Lin Peizhi, he gnawed at her like a beast, as if he wanted to eat her whole into his stomach, so that others would no longer be able to covet her.

“Gentler… Gentler… Mmm, that’s it. That’s the place. Mmm, suck harder…”

Tang Huan leaned on the big hand he placed on her back to support her, tilted her head back, raised her breasts up high, and let the man wreak havoc on them left and right. Only when he used too much force and hurt her, she daintily stopped him and guided him.

One was being served to the point of feeling like she was in seventh heaven, while the other was driven by lust and love to desire for more. When Tang Huan held his rod to aim at herself, Song Mo didn’t even have the slightest sense of rejection. He only hugged her tightly and asked, “Will it hurt you?”

This was thoughtfulness and gentleness that he had never shown before.

Tang Huan suddenly felt a little tender affection in her heart. She told him while panting, “Don’t move. I’ll eat you slowly. Only move when I say so, okay?”

“Okay.” Song Mo’s voice was hoarse. Moving his thoughts away from their connected parts, he leaned over to nibble on her ear.

Although Tang Huan felt good, she shyly turned her head to the side before carefully sitting down.

It wasn’t the first time, and after the long foreplay before, she was already ready to welcome him inside. After a brief period of slight discomfort, Tang Huan couldn’t help but speed up her movement and moan.

Obviously, she felt good.

Song Mo no longer had any worries. He let out a low growl, grabbed her legs with his big hands, and lifted her up. In an instant, she was pressed onto the jacket on the ground. He knelt down in front of her, spread her legs as far as possible to both sides, and pinned them down, before beginning his movements in a hurry.

The flame flickered, illuminating the two people who were intertwined.

On the wall of the cave, their shadows were also moving rapidly, changing various postures, as if to compete with the fire. The fire was provoked, and it burned even more brightly, emitting slight crackling sounds, but that sound was no match to the panting and crying that filled the cave continuously.

The shadow knew it didn’t make the sound, but the flame didn’t. The flame grew competitive and burned even more vigorously. It was not until the firewood became less and less, the ashes became more and more, the flame became weaker and weaker, and the shadow that was still moving became darker and gradually swallowed by the darkness, did the flame let out a final sigh of satisfaction, turn into a wisp of smoke, and die together with the shadow.

Hence, in the cave where the moonlight could not shine, only the ambiguous sounds of the man and the woman were left.

Tang Huan felt the white light coming. She wanted to give Song Mo the last blow like she did before, to let him know that she was only lying to him. But for some reason, the Song Mo this time was particularly fierce. She was pressed onto the jacket by him, with her stomach on the ground, being forced to bear his violent impact behind her. She couldn’t push him away, and just as she wanted to speak, she was interrupted by a deep shove by him.

“Song…ah…”

Tang Huan was reluctant. She was reluctant to let Song Mo enjoy the pleasure of making love with his beloved woman. She couldn’t control his physical pleasure. After all, this was mutually beneficial thing. She could only enjoy it when he was working hard, but she wanted to make him feel awful and let him know at the last moment that his love for her was just a joke.

“Song, I…I want…”

She gritted her teeth trying to delay her orgasm. She wanted him to turn her around, so she could tell him in his face and see his shocked expression.

“Since you want it, I’ll give it to you!”

Song Mo, however, misunderstood her meaning. He gripped her small waist tightly with his big hands and rammed fiercely into her. Finally, he gave her a deep thrust, giving her the love in his heart in another way, and sent her to the peak.

“You……”

Tang Huan wanted to call him a bastard, but unfortunately, the white light didn’t give her the chance and swept her before she could catch her breath.

Song Mo, you bastard…

She still scolded relentlessly, even if she couldn’t hear it herself.

The author has something to say: Haha, the butcher’s dream is over~

There is a reason why Huanhuan was not allowed to speak out this time. Everyone can try to guess the intention.

After reading the messages in the past few days, I see that everyone is looking forward to waking up from the dream. Are nine dreams too many? The reason I chose the number 9 is because I think that nine divided by nine equals to one 1 , so nine dreams are like nine lifetimes, and when they finally wake up, they can truly be together for a lifetime (the specifics of how they will be together will only be known at the end~)

In fact, each dream is an independent little story. If you can’t stand it anymore, you can wait for the ending. *Sobs* Although Jiaren (the author) will be sad this way, Jiaren does not want to force everyone to read every dream, because Jiaren herself can not guarantee that every dream is up to everyone’s taste. What Jiaren can do is to properly write these nine stories, nine love affairs.

The butcher didn’t seem to satisfy everyone this time, so Jiaren feels really stressed. In fact, every time Jiaren wants to start a new novel, Jiaren will be really worried, afraid that everyone will not like the new story. But there’s no use worrying. Jiaren can only think carefully about the plot and work hard to write every dream well.

Next chapter preview: the story of a female apprentice and a lantern maker (paper lantern). I hope everyone will like it~

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九九归一 (nine divided by nine equals to one): It’s part of the bead calculation (Chinese abacus) formula, which is usually used to mean going back to square one…or something like that.