"The girl sings songs for me every day, and I rub her belly every day," Zhong Mingwei interrupted Ah Chou's words. His big hands began to rub gently again, "I won't stop until the girl is satisfied."
"You are so smart." Ah Chou couldn't help laughing, picking up the needle and thread and continuing to embroider. He sang softly. "At midnight, the moon is shining in the sky. What a pair of affectionate people, sitting and talking. Mandarin ducks are playing in the water, and I am telling you my true feelings. Holding hands with my confidant, I can't help but shed tears..."
"Why don't you sing anymore?" Zhong Mingwei couldn't listen enough, but Achou stopped.
"That's all I know. I can't sing the rest." Ah Chou was telling the truth. He learned this little song from a eunuch in the palace. He learned it naturally after listening to it many times. But the eunuch could only sing up to this point. As for the lyrics at the end, Ah Chou naturally didn't know.
"Oh," Zhong Mingwei nodded. Unable to hide his disappointment, he paused. Zhong Mingwei asked again, "What's the name of this little song?"
"Exploring Qingshui River." said Achou.
"Is it the Qingshui River in the capital?" Zhong Mingwei was very surprised. "Is this the capital's folk song?"
"Yes. It's the Qingshui River in the capital. Although it's a little song, I heard it's about a real person." Ah Chou paused while embroidering, then continued with her embroidery while sighing softly, "I don't know what happened to the girl named Dalian and her sixth brother later."
"It must be a good result," Zhong Mingwei said softly, hugging the person in his arms tighter and leaning over to say softly, "Just like us."
Ah Chou's hand trembled suddenly, and her fingertips suddenly hurt, and a bright red bead of blood gushed out. She hurriedly dropped the embroidery in her hand, fearing that the expensive silk would be stained with blood. She was about to check it, but then her fingers felt hot and were put into Zhong Mingwei's mouth.
"You...you you..." Ah Chou looked straight at Zhong Mingwei, looking at her index finger held by those lips and tongues. Ah Chou felt that all the blood in her body had gathered on that thin finger. She was dazzled by the finger wrapped by the lips and tongues, and also by the man's eyes full of tenderness.
Ah Chou couldn't say any more, nor could she bear to watch any more. She wanted to turn her head away, but she couldn't bear to do so. Usually, she was the most thin-skinned and soft-hearted girl, but at this moment, she was staring at the man in front of her, feeling both embarrassed and infatuated.
"Does it still hurt?" After a while, Zhong Mingwei spit out the finger, wiped it gently with a handkerchief, and then leaned over to take a closer look. The needle hole was too small to be seen, but even such a tiny wound made him frown and twist his brows. "Why are you so careless?"
Achou didn't say anything, just watched him gently wipe the finger again and again. Finally, the finger was wiped clean. Just as Zhong Mingwei was about to look up to ask Achou if he wanted the wound bandaged, Achou had already hugged him. He was startled, then put his arms around Achou's waist.
"Zhong Mingwei, Zhong Mingwei," Ah Chou hugged his neck, trying hard not to cry. She just held him tightly, not knowing what to say, and couldn't say anything, except calling the man's name over and over again, "Zhong Mingwei, Zhong Mingwei..."
"Girl, I'm here, I'm here," but Zhong Mingwei could obviously sense Ah Chou's mood. He hugged Ah Chou and whispered softly in her ear, word by word, "Girl, we will definitely have a good ending. I promise you."
"I don't believe it!" Ah Chou burst into tears suddenly, her tears like pearls that had broken off a string. She seemed to have suffered a great injustice, and she howled with her mouth wide open, "You scholars are so sour scholars! Your words are the most untrustworthy! What about Zhang Sheng, what about Chen Shimei, none of them keep their words! They are all liars! Liars! You disgusting scholars!"
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