"That's right! That's right!" Meiya nodded like a little chicken pecking at rice, and winked at Zhong Mingwei, "Uncle Zhong, are you really not going to give it a try?"
Uncle Zhong: “…”
Gu Changlin looked at the two people laughing and joking, and shook his head and laughed. He did not stay to disturb the couple and went straight into his own courtyard.
"Try to scream again?" Zhong Mingwei spoke after seeing Gu Changlin's body disappear behind the wall. He looked down at Mei Ya with a dark face.
"Uncle Zhong! Uncle Zhong! Uncle Zhong!" Mei Ya was not afraid of him. She winked at him and acted coquettishly with him. "Hurry up, Aunt Zhong really wants you to swing on the swing. Can you make Aunt Zhong's wish come true?"
"Puchi!" Zhong Mingwei couldn't help laughing out loud. He was immediately helped by Meiya to sit on the swing. This was the first time in his life that he sat on a swing. In the past, he had watched others swinging from a distance and didn't think anything of it. But when he sat on it himself, he felt scared. Although Meiya didn't push him hard at all, he still broke out in sweat. While pulling the rope hard, he stammered. "I... I don't want to swing anymore. I want to get off..."
"We're just getting started?" Mei Ya didn't understand what was going on and thought he was just embarrassed. She continued to push his back while flattering him, "Can't you let Auntie Zhong open her eyes? Be good, swing for a while, it's fun! I'm not kidding you!"
Uncle Zhong gritted his teeth and said, "...Okay."
"Let's get started! Let's go!"
Following Miss Mei Ya's roar, two white hands suddenly pushed Zhong Mingwei's back hard, and then...
Uncle Zhong's face turned pale, and not only did he turn pale, he couldn't even speak clearly: "... Stop, stop, stop! I have to go!"
"Why are you getting off the swing again?" Mei Ya frowned and was about to comfort Zhong Mingwei again, but suddenly her eyes widened, and she hurriedly grabbed the rope and pulled it back hard, causing the swing to stop. As soon as the swing stopped, Mei Ya nervously ran to Zhong Mingwei and looked at him worriedly, "Um...are you scared?"
Zhong Mingwei really didn't want to pay attention to Mei Ya at this time. Not only did he not want to pay attention to her, he didn't even want to look at her. It was too embarrassing. He was about to turn his face away, but Mei Ya held his face, and her dark eyes looked at him eagerly. When she spoke again, her voice was extremely anxious: "I... I didn't know you were afraid of this, I thought you were just embarrassed. I think swinging on the swing is very interesting, so I really want you to try it, and you always stay in the house on weekdays, you must be bored, so, so I thought about letting you swing on the swing, it's my fault, you clearly said you didn't want to swing, but I forced you, you..."
"Who said I don't want to swing?" Zhong Mingwei interrupted Meiya's words, and gently wiped away the beads of sweat on her forehead with his big hand. The man who was so embarrassed just now now had a gentle look in his eyes that could make people sick to death, "I really want to swing, and I want to swing with you."
"Then let's swing together," Mei Ya felt relieved. She sat between Zhong Mingwei's legs, turned her head and kissed Zhong Mingwei on the cheek, while patting her chest and assuring Zhong Mingwei, "Don't worry, as long as I'm here, you won't be afraid."
Zhong Mingwei had a look of helplessness and doting on his face: "...Girl, for the sake of your master's face, you can actually not say the second half of the sentence."
"Hey," Meiya laughed softly, then she grabbed the rope with both hands, tapped the ground with her toes, and shouted happily, "Let's fly!"
Actually, it was called flying, but the swing didn't swing very far. After all, two people sitting on it were too heavy. Mei Ya also knew that Zhong Mingwei was timid, so she knew her limits. While swinging, she turned her head from time to time to look at Zhong Mingwei. Zhong Mingwei felt embarrassed by her look: "I'm really fine, you don't need to worry so much."
"I'm not worried. It's more fun to swing slowly like this, hehe," Mei Ya smiled softly, and quietly leaned into Zhong Mingwei's arms. The swing swung slower and slower, but Mei Ya felt it was getting more and more beautiful. "Zhong Mingwei, I really like swinging on the swing."
Zhong Mingwei was not very happy: "Do you just like swinging?"
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