"Who's unhappy?" Mei Ya dodged Zhong Mingwei's lips, half of her body numb, and whispered. "Every time you promised to teach me how to write, but I can never write more than two words, and you..."
"So what?" Zhong Mingwei chased after Meiya and continued to kiss her ruby-like little ears.
"You always collect tuition, and once you do, you take so long. But after you collect it, you don't teach well, and you have bad intentions, huh." Meiya's voice became smaller and smaller, and in the end it was almost inaudible, "Where can you find a teacher as shameless as you?"
"Does the girl want to get her tuition back?" Zhong Mingwei laughed softly. His chest shook. Mei Ya's body also trembled. "If the girl wants to ask for it, then come and ask for it. Sir, I will pay you back tenfold or a hundredfold."
"Bah! You are really becoming more and more like a pervert! People say that you can judge a person by his appearance but not by his heart. But I know that you must be born a pervert!" Mei Ya blushed and broke away from Zhong Mingwei's hand, sitting up straight. She scooped out a small piece of dough and rolled it in her hand, saying to Zhong Mingwei. "The little rabbit I made last time was so ugly that you couldn't recognize it after looking at it for a long time. This time I'll make a nice-looking one for you. Don't let you look down on me in the future."
"Okay, let's knead it together." Zhong Mingwei rubbed Meiya's face and said softly. He reached out to hold Meiya's hand and kneaded the soft dough with her. However, his big hands became restless as they kneaded, and gradually moved from the dough to Achou's hands. He used the same action to knead Meiya's hands like kneading dough. Meiya slapped him a few times, but he shamelessly kneaded her again and made the girl's hands red.
"Can you be a little more honest?" Mei Ya was so pestered by him that she couldn't even knead the dough. Mei Ya stared at him with a helpless look, "Zhong Mingwei, you have to remember that you are 33 years old now, not 3 years old!"
Zhong Mingwei didn't feel embarrassed at all, instead he said shamelessly: "In front of you, I never remember my age. Don't remind me in the future, I don't like it."
"Bah! Why don't you just say you have no shame?" Mei Ya reached out and pinched Zhong Mingwei's face hard. She didn't say anything else and let him act childishly.
Meiya really liked his making such noises. Even though this man was over 30 years old, the scary thing was that he had never really had a child. Meiya sometimes imagined how lonely and pitiful little Zhong Mingwei was in the silent palace, and how he got used to the loneliness, and how he grew up step by step to become a man who looked unmoved but was actually the softest-hearted. Her heart ached whenever she thought about it, so she liked to indulge Zhong Mingwei's behavior of being like a child clinging to his mother.
Mei Ya felt that she was a little abnormal. Sometimes she felt that Zhong Mingwei was like her father, but sometimes she felt that she was like Zhong Mingwei's mother. However...
It doesn’t matter if it’s abnormal, as long as she and Zhong Mingwei feel comfortable.
The small ball of dough gradually took shape in Meiya's hands, and a little rabbit was kneaded. Zhong Mingwei held the delicate little rabbit in his palm and was looking at it when he heard Meiya whisper in his ear: "Zhong Mingwei, on this day a year ago, I set out from the capital to Ningguta. If I had known that this day would come, I would not have been so frightened on the road for two months."
Zhong Mingwei was startled and suddenly turned to look at Meiya. The girl was looking at him without blinking, her dark pupils reflecting his shadow. These were the eyes he saw every day, and this was also a face engraved in his bones. Sometimes, looking at this face, he would be in a trance, thinking that he and Meiya had spent their whole lives together. But when he looked back suddenly, he realized that he and Meiya had only known each other for ten months, just ten months, or even less than a year.
How is that possible?
How come it’s only ten months?!
Zhong Mingwei didn't believe it, but it was indeed only ten months.
"Girl," Zhong Mingwei put down the little rabbit in his hand and reached out to hold Meiya's slender hand. Somehow he was a little excited. "At that time, I thought my life was over. If I knew that you were walking towards me step by step, I wouldn't have to..."
There is no need to worry all day about whether to die in humiliation or live in disgrace.
Now that you are here, my suffering is over.
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