"You're saying that as if I treated you unfairly during last Mid-Autumn Festival," Mei Ya was unhappy. She glared at Zhong Mingwei and muttered, "You were glaring at me during last Mid-Autumn Festival. I didn't hold it against you, but now you have the nerve to act pitiful in front of me?"
"Then why am I glaring at you? It's because you're causing me so much trouble." Thinking of what happened last year, Zhong Mingwei was still a little upset, "You had a bed but you chose to sleep on the floor. You did it to piss me off. You don't even know how angry I was at that time."
"At that time..." Meiya looked at Zhong Mingwei a little shyly, "You hugged me like this at that time. It was especially...especially gentle."
"Yes." Recalling the past, the man's face showed a special warmth. He lowered his head and kissed Meiya's lips. He said softly, "That was the first time you threw yourself into my arms. I was so happy at that time."
"Who jumped into your arms? Stop talking nonsense!" Meiya was so embarrassed that she didn't know what to do. She yelled at Zhong Mingwei. But she felt embarrassed again after yelling, and she put her arms around his neck in a particularly cowardly way. She rubbed his neck, and then said in a barely audible voice, "Zhong Mingwei. This Mid-Autumn Festival, shall we get married?"
"No." Zhong Mingwei refused decisively.
"Why?" Mei Ya stood up and stared at Zhong Mingwei blankly. After a long while, she asked cautiously, "You...you don't want to marry me anymore?"
"No," Zhong Mingwei held Meiya's face with his hands, leaned over, and touched her forehead. When he spoke again, his voice was so gentle that it was unbelievable, "Girl, I can't wait that long. As soon as we move over, we'll get married."
"Are you too... too anxious?" Meiya stammered, "You, you still lack the two "囍" characters to be embroidered on your wedding dress."
"Then hurry up and embroider, you embroider fast anyway," Zhong Mingwei said softly, while holding the back of Meiya's neck and kissing her, "My dear Meiya, I can't wait any longer, and I don't want to wait any longer. I don't have the heart to prepare any bridal sedan or betrothal gifts, knowing that this will make you feel wronged, but...but girl, I really can't care so much, I just want to marry you as soon as possible. Girl, I know you need a reassurance, and so do I..."
"Why would I feel wronged if I could marry you?" Mei Ya said softly, letting Zhong Mingwei kiss her over and over again. She felt her body was light and fluttering. She felt dizzy and her whole body was trembling. When she spoke again, even her voice was trembling. "Even if we get married today, I am willing to do so."
Zhong Mingwei's heart choked and he suddenly pushed Mei Ya onto the kang. He looked at Mei Ya breathlessly, and Mei Ya also looked at him. The room was extremely dark, but they could see each other so clearly. Zhong Mingwei could even see every eyelash of Mei Ya. Her eyes blinked, and his heart beat with them. Suddenly, those dark eyes met Zhong Mingwei's eyes.
"Zhong Mingwei," Mei Ya called Zhong Mingwei's name softly, her voice trembling with each word, "Do you want to know what kind of flowers are embroidered on the bellyband I'm wearing today?"
Zhong Mingwei felt as if his head had exploded, and his strong body suddenly pressed down: "Girl, don't do this, I'm going crazy!"
"I'm crazy too," Mei Ya put her arms around Zhong Mingwei, letting him do whatever he wanted to her like a young boy. She swallowed hard, trying to swallow back her nervousness and fear, but she still felt her heart was in her throat. She simply closed her eyes, and then she felt more at ease. "Zhong Mingwei, I know you've been waiting for this day, and I... I'm actually waiting too."
Yes, Mei Ya has been waiting, waiting to give herself completely to Zhong Mingwei, and also waiting for Zhong Mingwei to give him completely to her. Just as Zhong Mingwei said, they both wanted to take a reassurance pill so much, not because they didn't have confidence in each other, but...
I just don't have confidence in myself.
I don’t believe that I can meet such a good person, and I don’t believe that I am so beautiful in the other person’s eyes.
…
Zhong Mingwei stared at Meiya without blinking, watching her shyly refuse to open her eyes at first, and then gradually open her eyes shyly to look at him. Zhong Mingwei felt that she was the most beautiful pomegranate flower in the world, and at this moment, this pomegranate flower was about to bloom, blooming only for him. Zhong Mingwei had never been so excited, nor had he ever been so calm. In this strange mood, he placed his hand on the pipa buckle on Meiya's collar...
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