"You're sulking, and I don't know about it, so I can't comfort you." Zhong Mingwei obviously guessed what Ah Chou was thinking, and he sneaked over to hold her hand, while continuing to speak in a humble manner. "You're already so uncomfortable being sulking alone. But if I don't comfort you, you'll definitely feel even more uncomfortable, so girl, promise me not to be angry. OK?"
Ah Chou's heart softened, and he stopped being stubborn. He muttered, "Alright, alright. I'm not angry. Go ahead."
"Oh, then I told you," Zhong Mingwei pursed his lips nervously. He sneaked a peek at the girl's face. He held Ah Chou's hand tighter. "There is one Crown Princess, three concubines... three people..."
"What else?" Ah Chou looked at him coldly. "You, with your status, don't even have a concubine?"
"Two by two." Zhong Mingwei stuttered even more violently, and every stutter revealed a strong sense of guilt.
"What else?" Ah Chou shouted with a frown.
"No more! Really no more!" Zhong Mingwei was busy showing his loyalty. "Really, these are all! Really, there is no more!"
"From what you said, it seems that you still think there are not enough people?" Ah Chou squinted at him.
"How could I?" Zhong Mingwei whispered, shaking the girl's hand gently. He said pitifully, "You just said you wouldn't be angry..."
"Humph! How can you tell that I'm angry?!" Ah Chou suddenly shook off Zhong Mingwei's hand and stood up to step out of the bathtub, but was suddenly pulled into Zhong Mingwei's arms. She glared at him angrily, "Let me go!"
“No! No! I won’t let go!” Zhong Mingwei said pitifully, hugging Ah Chou tighter and muttering softly, “It’s all over. From now on, it’s just the two of us. There won’t be anyone else…”
"Humph!" Ah Chou snorted again, but she was obviously not as angry as before. She leaned back gently and huddled into Zhong Mingwei's arms. Her pair of black eyes turned around for a long time before she whispered, "They must all be very beautiful, right?"
"Whether they are pretty or not has nothing to do with me," Zhong Mingwei said seriously, resting his chin on Ah Chou's shoulder. "In my eyes, I can only see you, and there is only room for you."
"Where did you learn these dirty words?" Ah Chou shrank his neck in shame. "You must have told them to many people before, right?"
"I'm only telling you this, seriously." Zhong Mingwei said softly, raised his head slightly, looked at the dark red scar on Achou's neck, and then put his face close to it.
Something warm was touching the scar, gently and softly, rubbing the ugly and glaring scar again and again. Ah Chou was shaking all over. She stiffened her neck, not daring to look at it at all. She just used her hand to push Zhong Mingwei away, feeling shy and anxious. Her voice trembled as she opened her mouth: "You, you, you... don't do this... you said no, no, don't touch me..."
"Okay," Zhong Mingwei immediately stood up in a hurry, his voice trembling, and he took two deep breaths before returning to normal, "I promised you, and I won't change my mind."
Ah Chou felt relieved, but somehow she felt a little disappointed. In fact, she didn't hate being close to Zhong Mingwei at all. Although she was a little scared, she was more happy. Yes, happy. She liked being close to Zhong Mingwei. Although she was almost crying just now because of fear, she would definitely not push Zhong Mingwei away if he didn't stop...
Who made him Zhong Mingwei?
Who made Zhong Mingwei not think she was ugly?
…
Perhaps he had noticed Ah Chou's thoughts, Zhong Mingwei hugged Ah Chou into his arms again. He leaned close to Ah Chou's ear and said with some difficulty: "Girl, wait until my legs and feet are healed, then I will touch you again and make you my real wife, Zhong Mingwei..."
"You, you, you, shut up!" The next second, Achou kicked Zhong Mingwei's calf.
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