"They don't dare," Zhong Mingwei said slowly, his Adam's apple moving. Ah Chou thought he was about to open his eyes, but he kept them closed for a long while. Ah Chou heard him say again, "And they don't wash as well as you do."
Ah Chou couldn't help but curl up his lips. He was a little proud: "Is it hard to find an all-round servant like me who can cook, wash clothes, and wash the master's hair?"
You are not a slave.
This was Zhong Mingwei's first reaction in his mind, but he didn't say it out loud.
Of course, Ah Chou is not a slave, but what is she?
What is she to herself?
…
After washing her hair, Ah Chou took the towel that she had prepared and wiped Zhong Mingwei's hair carefully. Zhong Mingwei was not in good health. She was most afraid that Zhong Mingwei would catch a cold, so she prepared three or four towels early in the morning, but still felt that it was not enough. So she tore another sheet. Now this piece of cotton sheet that was completely shattered was in Ah Chou's hand. She gently rubbed Zhong Mingwei's hair.
"This room is too big, the sun can't even reach the bed." Ah Chou kept complaining, "It would be better if the bed could be moved to the south wall. There are windows there, so you can get some sun every day without having to go out. It would definitely be more comfortable than it is now."
"It's fine now." Zhong Mingwei said softly.
Zhong Mingwei was telling the truth. Ah Chou was diligent and had never let him get wet. His quilt was exposed to the sun every day, so it was fluffy, warm, and always had a smell of sunshine. It was a thousand times more comfortable than before. When he was in the capital, his bedroom quilt was all fumigated with agarwood. The servants would never dare to put it on the bed without fumigating it, so he never knew that sunshine smelled like this...
This smell can warm you up from head to toe with just one sniff.
This is the smell that Achou brought her, a brand new smell that is easy to get addicted to.
But Ah Chou was not satisfied, and grumbled, "But when winter comes, it will be cold without sunlight. I heard that winter in Ningguta is very cold, cold and long. When the sun doesn't shine on this bed, it will be very cold."
Zhong Mingwei didn't say anything. He had experienced the winter in Ningguta before. When he first arrived in Ningguta, he was so cold that his teeth were gnashing day and night and he couldn't even close his mouth. The biting cold was still fresh in his memory. Even though he was covered with a warm quilt, he still shivered from the cold.
"What? Are you cold?" Ah Chou was startled, and immediately blamed himself, "It must be because I took too long to wash my hair. I never finish washing it, so I must have frozen you."
"No, my body just feels a little numb." Zhong Mingwei said hurriedly.
"Isn't it because you took too long to wash?" Ah Chou frowned even more. Without saying anything, he found a piece of cotton cloth and wrapped all of Zhong Mingwei's hair in it. Then he moved Zhong Mingwei to the bed and let him sleep well. Ah Chou was still worried, so he found another piece of cotton cloth and wrapped it around Zhong Mingwei's head. He checked it carefully and made sure there was no air leakage. Only then did he feel relieved and said to Zhong Mingwei, "The hair is half dry. It will be dry in a while if you wrap it like this. It won't be cold."
Zhong Mingwei felt that he must be stupid to death with his head wrapped in a bed sheet, but he didn't mind at all. Not only did he not mind, he felt warm. Zhong Mingwei curled his lips towards Ah Chou and said, "Girl, cut my beard for me."
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