"Stop singing," Ah Chou squinted his eyes and spoke unclearly, "When you sing, I feel sleepy..."
"Then sleep for a while." Zhong Mingwei said.
"No, I still have to do some embroidery," Ah Chou said dazedly while yawning. "I haven't washed the dishes yet, and I have to go down the mountain to buy a pottery jar to pickle the vegetables..."
"Do the embroidery in the afternoon, and I'll wash the dishes. Wait until you feel better before buying the pottery jar." Zhong Mingwei's big hand stroked Ah Chou's hair. The little girl had a lot of medium-length hair on her forehead, which couldn't be tied into a braid. It was always floating in front of Ah Chou's forehead. It was messy and beautiful.
Yes, how beautiful.
Zhong Mingwei stroked the soft yellowish hair, and his heart seemed to melt. Especially at this time, the sunlight shone through the window paper, making the room bright and warm. Ah Chou was right. I have to sleep against the south wall to be comfortable.
"Then I'll sleep for a while..." Surrounded by the sun and the man, Ah Chou couldn't resist the urge to sleep. She twisted her body and found a comfortable position in Zhong Mingwei's arms. Then she fell asleep.
"Zhong Mingwei..." When Zhong Mingwei was tucking the quilt for her gently, he heard the girl mumbling again.
"What's wrong, girl?" Zhong Mingwei hurriedly bent down and asked in a low voice.
"...No." His little girl closed her eyes. Her palm-sized face was so white that it was almost transparent. Her fleshy lips were a little dry. While she was saying this, she licked her lips with her rosy tongue from time to time. "I don't want to drink brown sugar ginger tea anymore..."
"Okay, then I won't drink it," Zhong Mingwei said softly, "Go to sleep, little girl."
In the warm winter sun, Zhong Mingwei looked at the little girl in his arms over and over again.
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Achou had a good sleep and when she woke up, it was already past noon. Achou was awakened by the suffocation, but at this time, she dared not move. She blinked her sleepy eyes and turned her face to the side to stealthily look at the man who was still sleeping beside her.
Zhong Mingwei was sleeping very soundly, facing Achou, with one hand resting on Achou's neck and the other hand around Achou's waist. This was the first time she had slept in such an intimate posture. Achou had fallen asleep in Zhong Mingwei's arms before, but never in such an embarrassing posture. Look at this, her whole body was wrapped in Zhong Mingwei's arms.
Achou's face involuntarily became hot. She and Zhong Mingwei were too close, and Zhong Mingwei's breath sprayed on her face. Achou had never drunk alcohol, but she had only heard people say that alcohol could make people drunk. But Achou felt that she was drunk now. Her face was flushed, her heart was beating fast, she was short of breath, she was sweating all over, and her mind was confused. If this wasn't drunkenness, then what was it?
So, can she, a drunkard, also... go crazy because of alcohol?
Ah Chou's hand gently covered Zhong Mingwei's face. She saw this face every day, but she could never see enough. She always looked at this face secretly. Even though she had a relationship with Zhong Mingwei now and could look at this face openly, she didn't dare to. Twelve years of slavery had branded her with inferiority and cowardice, making her accustomed to being cautious, especially in front of Zhong Mingwei.
But at this time, Zhong Mingwei fell asleep, and Achou became bolder.
Achou gently placed her fingertips on Zhong Mingwei's brow. The sleeping man's brow was relaxed, but there were still a few faint fine lines. Achou gently stroked those fine lines, feeling a little distressed. In the past, Zhong Mingwei always frowned, and Achou couldn't stand seeing him like that. But at that time, Achou didn't dare to say anything. She could only try her best to cook more delicious meals and change the mats more frequently. She tried her best to make Zhong Mingwei live more comfortably, but she also knew that Zhong Mingwei's heart knot was not here, so she was even more helpless.
But later, Zhong Mingwei gradually stopped frowning all the time and he began to love laughing. In fact, his eyebrows and eyes were really beautiful. A person with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes can be as clear as the wind and bright as the moon when he laughs. He should laugh more. Ah Chou was happy and worked harder. She always complained about the hard work when she worked in the palace in the past, but now the busier she is, the happier she is. She is no longer alone. Zhong Mingwei said that next year he would go down the mountain with her to open a few acres of land, plant a few acres of land, and live their little life.
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