"Aren't you afraid of spoiling me?" Zhong Mingwei felt so warm in his heart that he reached out and pulled Mei Ya into his arms, hugging her and resting his chin on her shoulder, rubbing her gently.
"I'm just afraid that I won't spoil you," Mei Ya said softly. She stretched out her hand and put the peeled grapes into Zhong Mingwei's mouth, and then she tilted her head and kissed Zhong Mingwei's forehead. Then she paused and said, "Mingwei, I just went to ask Mr. Gu."
Zhong Mingwei suddenly froze when he heard Mei Ya's low voice. Then he silently let Mei Ya go. He couldn't swallow the grapes that he had thought were sour and sweet. He spit out the grapes in his mouth. He lowered his head and said, "You know?"
"Yes, I know everything," Meiya said softly. She stretched out her hands and hugged Zhong Mingwei into her arms. Her white fingers stroked Zhong Mingwei's hair. "I know why you are in poor health, and how you have been living these years. I also know how hysterical you must have been when you first found out."
Zhong Mingwei's lips trembled, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing. He put his arms around Mei Ya, and then buried his head in Mei Ya's arms, like a wronged child who finally returned to his mother's arms.
He felt very aggrieved, not only for himself, but also for Meiya. Although he never said it, whenever he thought that Meiya would never have the chance to become a mother in this life, the pain in his heart was indescribable.
"Mingwei, no matter how upset and unwilling you are, it's all over now," Meiya patted Zhong Mingwei's back gently, and put her face on his shoulder. "Mingwei, I used to believe in fate, and thought that I would be a rough palace maid until I died. But since I came to Ningguta and met you, I no longer believe in fate. Because I don't believe in fate, I can muster up the courage to walk with you step by step. Mingwei, I hope you don't believe in fate either. You have to believe that although we will never have our own children in this life, we can still live a good life."
"You and I love each other so much, and our love is so intense, as hot as fire. Take a piece of clay, and knead you and mold me. Break both of us together, and mix with water. Knead you again, and mold me again. You are in my clay, and I am in your clay. We will live in the same quilt, and die in the same coffin..." Mei Ya turned her face to Zhong Mingwei's ear and recited the words softly, word by word. After she finished, she kissed Zhong Mingwei's ear and said softly, "Mingwei, having you is enough for me, and having me is enough for me."
A warm current rushed up, and Zhong Mingwei's eyes were so sore that he finally suppressed the urge to cry. He just hugged Meiya tightly, not leaving any gap between himself and Meiya, and didn't care whether Meiya could catch her breath or not, he just held her tightly until he finally calmed down.
"Girl, tomorrow's sweet talk should be said to this ear," Zhong Mingwei sat up, pointed at one of his two ears, and smiled at his little girl with his red peach blossom eyes, "otherwise, it will be jealous."
"Bah! You dare to be jealous?" Mei Ya suddenly grabbed the ear and glared at Zhong Mingwei fiercely, "Say it again, will it still be jealous?"
"No! No! Madam, please spare me!" The next second, Zhong Mingwei grimaced in pain and rolled over on the couch, laughing and shouting with tears streaming down his face. "Madam, please spare me! I am so polite!"
Mei Ya looked at the grinning man with disdain: "Zhong Mingwei, stop acting like a sour scholar! Talk to me properly!"
"Yes, yes, yes! I know I was wrong. Please have mercy on me, Madam. I will do anything for you!"
Mei Ya's eyes rolled around, and she immediately stared at Zhong Mingwei with great interest: "Let's invite a storyteller to our house tomorrow to tell stories! I really want to listen to "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio", especially the "Painted Skin" part. I just happened to hear the part where the female ghost peels off her skin. It's been so many years, and I'm itching to listen to it!"
The corner of Zhong Mingwei's mouth twitched: "...How about you pinch my ear again?"
Meiya: "...I don't want to pay attention to you, go away!"
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