"What time is it?" Mei Ya yawned and turned to look at Zhong Mingwei. Zhong Mingwei always woke up earlier than her.
"It's late afternoon now. It's getting dark," Zhong Mingwei said, leaning over and kissing Meiya's slightly dry lips. He smiled and said, "You've been sleeping for so long. I wonder if you can sleep tonight."
"Why don't you wake me up?" Mei Ya glared at Zhong Mingwei and snuggled into the man's arms again, whispering, "It doesn't matter if I can't sleep. I can do some embroidery. The flower on the collar is almost done. Hehe."
Zhong Mingwei liked to see her like this. He felt so sweet inside that he leaned over and kissed Meiya's round and upturned nose: "Okay, I'll do the embroidery with you then."
"What can you do? You'll just cause more trouble!" Meiya rolled her eyes at him and muttered softly.
"I know how to arrange silk threads. You taught me yesterday, didn't you? I can definitely do it." Zhong Mingwei said in a flattering manner, while kissing the little girl. "Besides, if Madam is tired, I can still massage her waist and legs, and serve her tea and water, right?"
"Who wants you to serve me? I can't afford it," Meiya said stubbornly, but she couldn't help but smile. She rubbed her face against the man's and whispered, "Then I'll do the embroidery while you read. You just like to read at night anyway."
Zhong Mingwei was startled. Looking at Mei Ya's red face, he suddenly became distracted. When he spoke again, his voice was a little hoarse: "Don't look at her too much. If you look at her too much, you will...will want to do bad things."
"What?" Mei Ya didn't understand what he meant. She tilted her head and asked Zhong Mingwei, "Are the stories in the book bad? Do they teach people to do evil?"
"No, no," Zhong Mingwei hurriedly shook his head. Facing such a pair of clear eyes, he felt a little ashamed. "The book is a good book. It's me...I tend to overthink sometimes."
"As long as it's a good book," Meiya nodded, turned in the man's arms, turned her back to the man, and said, "Scratch me, my back is itchy."
"Okay," Zhong Mingwei rubbed his hands busy, and then put his big hands into Meiya's underwear. The next second, Meiya slapped him hard. Zhong Mingwei felt wronged, "I was tickling you, why did you hit me?"
"Who... who let you put your hand in there?" Mei Ya blushed unbelievably. She turned around and glared at Zhong Mingwei, "Can't you just scratch it from outside?"
"No, I have to be tickled like this to feel comfortable." Zhong Mingwei looked at the pair of angry eyes and couldn't help but feel his heart fluttering. That hand was like a nimble fish, playing around on Mei Ya's back. Zhong Mingwei felt the slippery skin under his fingertips, and his breathing became heavy. Finally, that hand rested on a thin string, and Zhong Mingwei's heart suddenly skipped a beat. His hand trembled, and he pulled the string lightly, and it loosened.
"Zhong Mingwei, you've gone too far!" The next second, Mei Ya pushed Zhong Mingwei away and jumped off the bed with a red face. Two thin red ribbons were revealed on both sides of her crimson undershirt. Mei Ya was so embarrassed that she didn't know what to do. She hurriedly squatted behind a chair, fumbling to tie her bellyband back on. When she stood up again, her face had turned red to her neck.
"You... why are you like this?" Meiya walked slowly to the kang, feeling extremely ashamed. As soon as she met the man's gaze, she was even more at a loss. "You... don't do this again in the future, I will be angry, really, really angry, I'm not lying to you."
"When did you put it on?" Zhong Mingwei was more concerned about this question. He stretched out his hand and pulled Meiya to sit on the kang, staring at Meiya's red face anxiously, "Why didn't you tell me?"
Mei Ya never wore a bellyband before. Although Zhong Mingwei had never asked, he knew it. The two of them slept on the same kang all day long. Even if they were wearing undershirts, some things were known to each other. So Zhong Mingwei was really surprised to see a bellyband suddenly on Mei Ya.
"Why should I tell you this?" Meiya really couldn't understand what Zhong Mingwei was thinking. Facing those eyes staring straight at her, she felt a little shy and also found it funny. "I... why should I tell you this? You, how can you, a grown man, be so nosy?"
"Let me see," Zhong Mingwei felt that such hasty and abrupt words should not come out of his mouth, but he did say it, and while saying it, he pulled the girl's hand and begged her like a lecher, "Girl, take off your undershirt and let me see it, okay?"
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