"It's really cold," Ah Chou went to the kitchen to complain about the firewood because the firewood in the house had run out. He shivered when he came in. "It's only October and it's already colder than the coldest time in the capital."
"Come up and warm up," Zhong Mingwei looked distressed. He scooped a bowl of brown sugar and jujube tea from the big pot and brought it over, while going over to pat the firewood on Ah Chou's body. He said distressedly. "Hold less next time, don't hold so many at a time."
"It's okay. I'm not tired. It saves me from having to make another trip." Ah Chou took off his shoes and got on the kang. While letting Zhong Mingwei cover him with a quilt, he took the bowl of brown sugar and jujube tea and drank it all.
"Why are you brewing this jujube tea again?" Ah Chou put down the bowl and asked Zhong Mingwei with his head tilted. Without waiting for Zhong Mingwei to answer, Ah Chou's face suddenly turned red, and it was obvious that he understood something. The little girl lowered her head in a hurry. At the same time, she asked Zhong Mingwei awkwardly. "It's... it's already been a month so soon? It doesn't seem like it?"
"Drink it a few days in advance. You won't have stomachaches again," Zhong Mingwei said without any embarrassment. As he spoke, he reached into the quilt to grab Ah Chou's feet. Without saying a word, he held them in his arms and frowned, saying, "Why are your feet always so cold?"
"Don't... don't do this. Put it down quickly..." Achou was really too shy. Ever since she took a bath in the same tub with Zhong Mingwei that day, Achou found that Zhong Mingwei had become more and more unruly towards her, and would touch her from time to time. Of course, Achou didn't hate Zhong Mingwei's touching her. On the contrary, she liked it very much. It's just that she was just shy.
"Be good, don't move." Zhong Mingwei hugged the two moving little feet tighter, and while tearing open his outer garment, he pushed the two little feet inside, trying his best to warm up the cold little feet quickly. This was one of the few things he could do for Ah Chou.
"Zhong Mingwei, don't do this, don't..." Ah Chou's eyes were red. The warmth coming from the soles of her feet warmed her heart. Under her feet was Zhong Mingwei's chest. She could clearly feel the texture of the man's chest and the strong heartbeat underneath, which was so sonorous and powerful, and affected all her senses.
"Girl, you have to get used to it," Zhong Mingwei held Ah Chou's lips and smiled gently, "I am your man, this is what I should do for you, you have to feel at ease, understand?"
Ah Chou's lips trembled, and she said nothing more. She nodded gently, stopped moving her feet, and lay obediently in the man's arms.
"Why don't you do embroidery today?" After warming up Achou's feet, Zhong Mingwei put Achou's feet back into the quilt, tied up his outer garment, and asked Achou.
"Oh, I'm just about to start embroidering," Ah Chou said as he crawled over and pulled the needlework basket from the kang. While guiding the golden silk thread, he said to Zhong Mingwei, "There are only eight "囍" characters left, and then everything will be finished."
"So fast?" Zhong Mingwei said with a smile, "I heard that many girls have to spend several years embroidering a wedding dress. I haven't seen you embroidering it all day, but you can do it right away."
"That's right, my hands are very fast. Not only fast, but also good at embroidery. Hehe." Ah Chou was a little proud. He rubbed the embroidery needle on his head and then started to embroider.
The golden thread passes through the fiery red satin, and the word "囍" begins.
Ah Chou is always very serious when doing embroidery work. At this time, she lowered her head and embroidered quickly, stitch by stitch. It is true that quick hands lead to good embroidery.
Zhong Mingwei did not speak again to disturb her. He just sat aside and watched Achou embroidering quietly. The pair of small hands that had just been massaging his legs now held the small embroidery needle and pierced and pulled flexibly. After a while, a small "X" was embroidered. The character "囍" became clearer and clearer.
Zhong Mingwei looked at the small "囍" character with his heart beating fast. His gaze moved gradually from the unformed "囍" character upwards, from the pair of white hands, to the pigtails on Achou's shoulders, to the dark red scar on his neck, and finally stopped at Achou's fair and soft profile.
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