"Ah?" Zhong Mingwei kissed Ah Chou's round little nose, "What's wrong?"
"It's Zhong Mingwei." Ah Chou's face turned even redder, and he said impatiently.
"What happened?" Zhong Mingwei was confused. "Why are you still angry?"
"I want to learn how to write... Zhong Mingwei," Ah Chou's face turned even redder, and his dark eyes looked at Zhong Mingwei with shame and anger. "How many times do you want me to say it?"
Facing those watery eyes, Zhong Mingwei's heart melted. He held Ah Chou's face. He kissed her red lips again and again, and rubbed his short stubble on Ah Chou's face, making Ah Chou breathless. But he still couldn't bear to let go. He reached out to take the brush from Ah Chou's hand and put it down, while hugging Ah Chou and pressing him on the kang, kissing him back and forth.
"Zhong Mingwei..." Ah Chou was a little scared. Zhong Mingwei was a little abnormal today. He always kissed her before, but never so crazy. He kissed her whole face. From forehead to eyes. From nose to chin. Now he was lying on her neck, going back and forth on the dark red scar. Ah Chou was trembling all over, and she tightly wrapped her hands around Zhong Mingwei's neck. She didn't know whether she was trying to stop Zhong Mingwei or urging him to continue like this.
"Call me again," Zhong Mingwei's voice was very hoarse and emotional, "Girl, call me again..."
"W-what?" Ah Chou didn't understand and stammered.
"Call my name," Zhong Mingwei said anxiously, biting Ah Chou's neck gently, urging, "Call me more, don't, don't stop..."
"Zhong, Zhong Mingwei, Zhong Mingwei..." Ah Chou called out tremblingly. She felt shy when she first opened her mouth, but as she called out, somehow, Ah Chou's nose started to feel sour. She hugged the man tighter, "Zhong Mingwei, I like you so much, I really like you so much..."
The man's body trembled suddenly, and the next second, he pulled the quilt over the two of them.
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That day, they still didn't practice writing well. The inkstone on the small table was knocked over, and ink flowed everywhere. The unique smell of the ink was so strong that Zhong Mingwei and Achou could smell it, but they didn't care. A quilt isolated them from the world. In the mad and absurd throbbing, Zhong Mingwei kissed Achou all over, like a pious monk worshiping Buddha, or like a restless boy who finally succeeded.
"You...what happened to you just now?" After a long silence, Ah Chou finally asked shyly.
"...Don't ask." The 32-year-old man blushed with embarrassment.
"But, but..." Ah Chou couldn't say any more. The man's hand was still tightly holding her hand, which hurt her hand. Ah Chou was really shy and had palpitations.
The next second, Zhong Mingwei suddenly let go of Ah Chou's hand, and hurriedly took off his pajamas to wipe Ah Chou's hands, stammering, "Never again...never again..."
"What?" Although he knew it was not a good thing, Ah Chou still asked bravely, "Just now, just now..."
"I've already told you not to ask anymore..." Zhong Mingwei didn't know what to say. After what he did, he regretted it so much that his intestines turned green. He was afraid that he would scare Achou, but Achou kept asking. He felt so embarrassed.
"Oh, then I won't ask anymore," Ah Chou whispered, and then blushed and asked Zhong Mingwei, "Will you still teach me how to write?"
"Tomorrow, tomorrow," Zhong Mingwei stammered, "I'll teach you how to write tomorrow."
"Tomorrow..." Ah Chou blinked and looked at Zhong Mingwei, pursing his red lips a little embarrassedly, "Then will you still collect tuition tomorrow?"
"Gudong!" The next second, Zhong Mingwei swallowed a big mouthful of saliva.
December 8th, the 32nd year of Jiasheng
The capital.
Zhongcui Palace.
According to ancestral rules, on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, all princes and prince consorts had to enter the palace to pay their respects to the Emperor and the Empress Dowager, and then have lunch together in the Cining Palace. In previous years, it would have been just a lunch, but this year the Empress Dowager prepared two purple jade ruyis to give to the second prince's consort Da'an and the second prince's consort Zou as pillows respectively. Compared to Da'an's joyful bowing and expressing gratitude, Zou's expression inevitably looked a little disappointed.
After lunch, the second prince Zhong Minge and his wife Zou went to Zhongcui Palace.
"The son/daughter-in-law pays respects to the mother." As soon as they entered the warm room, Zhong Ming'e and Zou were busy paying respects to Concubine Shu.
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