In the past few days, Mei Ya stayed up late every day, sometimes until the late night. Naturally, she had no time to be intimate with Zhong Mingwei, and Zhong Mingwei was also very angry.
"It's Pang Yi and An's wedding day, but you're thinking about the wedding night. Do you have any shame?" Mei Ya said with a red face, but at the same time she put her arms around Zhong Mingwei.
"Who cares about them?" Zhong Mingwei laughed. He leaned over and kissed Meiya's red cheek. He smiled and said, "Anyway, every day is our wedding day, and every night we have to spend the wedding night together."
Mei Ya silently pushed Zhong Mingwei's face away: "You want to eat stir-fried pork kidney again, right?"
The corners of Zhong Mingwei's mouth twitched: "...Girl. Are you questioning your man's health?"
Mei Ya suppressed her laughter, looked at Zhong Mingwei back and forth, and then sighed meaningfully: "I don't know whether it's good or not. Anyway, I never stop taking the medicine. The smell of medicine on your body can be smelled from a mile away."
Zhong Mingwei no longer needs to drink the decoction, but he still applies the ointment. So there is always a faint smell of ointment on his body. It is not pungent. On the contrary, it smells quite good.
Zhong Mingwei ignored Meiya, and then he lowered his head and began to unbutton his clothes silently. As he took off his pajamas, Meiya thought he was going to get up. She was so busy that she wanted to get up to get his clothes, but before she could stand up, she was pulled onto the bed by the man. Then the man's strong body pressed down on her.
"You, you, you...what do you want to do?" Mei Ya silently swallowed a mouthful of saliva as she looked at the chest of the man who was so close to her. She hadn't been so close to him for several days. It was so early in the morning, and she suddenly saw Zhong Mingwei with his bare chest. She couldn't bear it. Her heart was beating so hard that it seemed like it was going to burst out of her chest.
"Prove with your own actions that your man is still in great shape even if he doesn't eat stir-fried pork kidneys," Zhong Mingwei began to take off Meiya's clothes without saying a word. He was now very skilled in unbuttoning. The buttons that took him half a day to unbutton could now be unbuttoned with one hand. His eyes darkened as he looked at the girl's white flesh that was gradually revealed in front of him. His big hands began to work like snakes. He slowly leaned over and approached Meiya and said, "Girl, every day from now on will start and end in the bridal chamber."
Mei Ya glared at him with a red face: "You... your big kidney has turned into a spirit?"
The corner of Zhong Mingwei's mouth twitched: "...Yes, once I meet you, it's hard not to become a spirit."
Mei Ya looked at the sky outside which was getting slightly brighter, and hesitantly pushed Zhong Mingwei: "No, I still have to go. It's almost dawn, and I have to help Sister An change her clothes..."
"Let her change herself!" Zhong Mingwei impatiently blocked Mei Ya's chattering mouth. Regardless of the fact that Mei Ya was still wearing shoes, he pulled the quilt over and wrapped it around both of them.
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After the big kidney, which had become a spirit, had finally eaten and drunk its fill, it was already daybreak outside. The sounds of busy work in the front yard could be heard. Mei Ya rubbed her trembling legs and cried, "You did it on purpose! You did it on purpose! You deliberately dragged me down! You deliberately wanted to embarrass me!"
"How could that be? Whoever dares to do this will be punished by me!" The clever big waist, without any guilt or shame at all, took out a comb to comb his little girl's hair, smiled lewdly, and leaned over to kiss the little girl's red ears, "Besides, it's not all my fault. You kept hugging me just now, so of course I couldn't help but do it again..."
"Shut up! Who... who hugged you?!" Mei Ya suddenly covered the man's mouth with her hand, looking at him shyly and angrily, "If you... if you dare to talk nonsense again, I... I... I will take care of you first!"
"It's up to you, Madam!" Zhong Mingwei smiled wickedly. He pulled Mei Ya's hand away and leaned closer, whispering, "While I'm still in disarray, hurry up and clean myself up."
"Go away!" Meiya pushed him away, snatched the comb from the man, and combed her hair silently, muttering, "What if someone asks us why we got up so late?"
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