"Don't take off my clothes next time..." Mei Ya muttered softly in the dark quilt while buttoning her clothes. If she hadn't resisted to the end, her shirt would have been taken off by Zhong Mingwei, and the bellyband inside would have been lost. The more Mei Ya thought about it, the angrier she became, and she raised her foot to kick Zhong Mingwei's calf. "You are really going too far!"
"What's too much? How can other couples not be like this?" Zhong Mingwei was still aggrieved. While lifting the quilt, he pulled Mei Ya to rest her head on his arm and continued to complain. "We are about to get married, but you still forbid this and that. You are too unreasonable..."
"How can it be the same?" Mei Ya glared at him with a red face. Seeing his pitiful behavior, she felt a little bit uncomfortable and muttered softly, "It's not like you're not allowed to do it forever. Wait until we get married. It's still your turn...you can do whatever you want."
"But now I want to..." Zhong Mingwei stared at Meiya without blinking. Meiya's shy look was so cute. Just looking at her like this, he felt his blood boiling. He was just being wild and unrestrained just now, but now, he couldn't control himself. It was only today that he realized that there really were fairies in this world.
"Get out of the way!" Mei Ya used her hands and feet to push Zhong Mingwei to the wall, then quickly got up and decisively got off the kang. She didn't understand herself now. Why did she fall in love with such a shameless scoundrel?
"Don't go out, it's cold outside!" Zhong Mingwei was afraid that Mei Ya would go out again, so he hurried to stop her. "I won't do anything, just stay in the house and stop guarding against your man like a thief, okay?"
"Isn't it your fault?" Mei Ya hummed, taking the sewing basket from the bed and putting it on the bed, and said to Zhong Mingwei condescendingly, "You are not allowed to do nothing, you have to organize the silk threads for me."
"Yes, yes, I'll listen to you, Madam." Zhong Mingwei nodded hurriedly, taking out the silk thread from the needlework basket skillfully and began to sort it out, while he kept talking, "Hurry up and finish the embroidery, so that I can get married after you finish it!"
"Bah! Shameless!" Mei Ya spat at him, but couldn't help but curling her lips and smiling. In fact, she was also anxious in her heart. She wanted to finish the embroidery quickly. After she finished it, she could get married.
"Zhong Mingwei, you..." Mei Ya sat cross-legged on the kang, doing embroidery while glancing at Zhong Mingwei. Finally, she put down her needlework. "Did you wear the wedding dress on your wedding day...was it made by the Crown Princess? And...the wedding dresses you wore on the following occasions, were they made by the concubine?"
"No, it was made by the Needlework Bureau. I didn't need to dress up as a concubine, so I only wore the wedding dress once, at the wedding." Zhong Mingwei was startled and put down the silk thread in his hand. He looked at Mei Ya awkwardly, "Why are you asking this out of the blue?"
"It's just a casual question," Mei Ya lowered her head and picked up the embroidery needle, but she couldn't help but bend her eyes into crescents. The embroidery needle was embroidering flexibly in her hand, and then a golden "囍" character gradually took shape. The more she looked at it, the more satisfied she was. She handed it to Zhong Mingwei and asked a little proudly, "Is it better than the craftsmanship of the needlework bureau?"
"Of course it's the girl's skill that's good." Zhong Mingwei said softly as he looked at the delicate "囍" character.
What Zhong Mingwei said was not a lie, Mei Ya's craftsmanship was really good. It had been good before, and this year she had been doing embroidery work all the time, so her craftsmanship had improved even more.
"Are you particularly happy that I'm making wedding dresses for you?" Mei Ya asked again.
"Yeah, I'm so happy," Zhong Mingwei said. He put his hand on the back of Meiya's head, leaned over and kissed her lips, and said, "Nothing could be happier than this."
"Then you must remember your current mood," Mei Ya said shyly but with a little joy. "No matter how many times you have worn wedding clothes before, and no matter how many times you have been a bridegroom, it doesn't matter. You must know that this is the last time you will be a bridegroom in your life. The wedding clothes you wear this time were made by me stitch by stitch. Naturally, they are not comparable to those made by the Needlework Bureau. There is no gold thread or beautiful jade. It may be the most ordinary wedding dress in the world. But Zhong Mingwei, every stitch carries my heart and warmth, and our common expectations." At this point, Mei Ya's voice slowed down. She put down the needle and thread in her hand, then turned around, held Zhong Mingwei's face, and pressed her forehead against Zhong Mingwei's forehead, saying softly, "Zhong Mingwei, you must remember this. No matter what time it is, no matter how old we are, we must remember our current mood. What do you think?"
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