After changing the mat, Ah Chou was busy boiling water and cooking. Today she was making noodle soup. While stirring the noodle, she thought that she had to find someone to build a kang. When she changed the mat for Zhong Mingwei just now, his legs were cold. What if they got frozen?
But building a kang requires money. Ah Chou was very worried when he thought of the pitiful amount of money in his purse, but when he thought of the few pieces of embroidery that were almost finished, his mood improved.
What are you afraid of?
She has a skill and can make money, not only can she support Zhong Mingwei, but she can also support Zhong Mingwei very well!
At that moment, Ah Chou came into the room with two large bowls of dumpling soup in his arms, looking very proud and confident.
"I'll help you down and give it a try later," Ah Chou said as he handed the bowl to Zhong Mingwei. "Let's try to sit on the rocking chair today."
Zhong Mingwei nodded: "Okay. I'm sure we can do it today."
Yesterday, Zhong Mingwei was able to move to the outer hall. He was almost able to go out, but in the end, Ah Chou couldn't hold him anymore. So he had to go back to his room, but it was obvious that Zhong Mingwei and Ah Chou were more confident.
"That's great. You have to go out and bask in the sun soon. It's getting cold. I won't let you go out from now on." Ah Chou was eating noodles and his words were vague.
"It's autumn already?" Zhong Mingwei was obviously surprised. He raised his head and looked out the window, but his bed was too far away from the window. He could not see anything except the bright sky.
"Yes, when I was in the palace, I heard that Ningguta was bitterly cold all year round. I didn't understand why it was so bitterly cold all year round, but now I have experienced it," Ah Chou said, pulling at his thick coat and talking to Zhong Mingwei, "In previous years at this time in the capital, I would look forward to eating ice cream, but look at me now, I have to wear my autumn clothes."
Zhong Mingwei's eyes fell on Achou's jacket. Looking at the linen that was so washed that the color could not be seen clearly, he felt upset. He didn't say anything at the moment and continued to eat noodle dumplings. Achou was not feeling well a few days ago and stayed in bed in the morning. He was afraid that Zhong Mingwei would be hungry, so he hurriedly made noodle dumpling soup. He just made it for convenience, but he didn't expect Zhong Mingwei to like it so much that Achou even made it for several days.
"Where did you feel sore yesterday?" After finishing breakfast, Ah Chou climbed onto the bed as usual, and groped Zhong Mingwei's lower back inch by inch with his fingers, while asking him, "Here? Here? Or here?"
"A little lower," Zhong Mingwei commanded, "A little lower, a little lower..."
We can’t go any further, we really can’t go any further…
Achou's face was red, but his fingers were still obediently placed on the slightly protruding coccyx of Zhong Mingwei. Then he heard Zhong Mingwei say "hmm", and Achou's face became even redder. Not only that, his mouth was also very dry.
"Yes, it's right there. Whenever I exert any effort, it becomes extremely sore. Hiss..." Zhong Mingwei frowned, not knowing whether it was because it was too comfortable or too sour, and he sighed from time to time.
As Ah Chou sighed, his face turned redder and his heart beat faster.
Ah Chou felt that she was very strange. Before, when Zhong Mingwei was naked, she could see from head to toenails, but she didn't feel anything. But since that day, Ah Chou felt that something was wrong with her. Not only did she not dare to look directly at Zhong Mingwei, she couldn't bear to hear Zhong Mingwei's voice at that time. Ah Chou felt that she had a strange disease, a very strange disease...
"Don't whimper all the time. A grown man always whimpers like this..." Ah Chou couldn't stand it anymore and muttered softly.
Then, the "hissing" sound suddenly disappeared, and the whole room became quiet. Except for each other's breathing, Achou could no longer hear any sound. Achou felt a little regretful. What was the point of being so quiet?
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