The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 179: Girl, you have to get used to it
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"It's so cold." The firewood in the house ran out. A Chou went to the kitchen to complain and held firewood. He was shivering from the cold when he came in. "It's only October and it's colder than the coldest time in the capital." ”
"Come up and warm yourself up," Zhong Mingwei looked distressed. He scooped a bowl of brown sugar and jujube tea from the big pot and brought it over. He went over and patted the firewood on A Chou's body and said distressedly, "Next time I hug you. Less, don’t hold so many at one time."
"It's okay, I'm not tired, I don't have to run again." A Chou took off his shoes and got on the kang, letting Zhong Mingwei cover himself with a quilt, while he drank the bowl of brown sugar and jujube tea. It's over.
"Why are you making this jujube tea again?" A Chou put down the bowl and tilted his head to ask Zhong Mingwei. Before Zhong Mingwei could answer, A Chou suddenly blushed. Apparently he understood something, and the little girl lowered her head in a hurry. , while asking Zhong Mingwei awkwardly, "It's just...is it another month so soon? It doesn't seem like it?"
"Drink it a few days in advance to avoid complaining about stomachache when you get there," Zhong Mingwei didn't feel embarrassed at all. As he said this, he reached into the quilt to grab A Chou's feet, and hugged him into his arms without saying a word. In his arms, he frowned and said, "Why are your feet always so cold?"
"Don't...don't be like this, let it go..." A Chou was too shy. Ever since he and Zhong Mingwei took a bath in the same tub that day, A Chou found that Zhong Mingwei was becoming more and more unruly towards him. She would touch her from time to time. Of course, Ah Chou didn't hate Zhong Mingwei's touching. On the contrary, she liked him very much. However, she was just shy.
"Good boy, don't move." Zhong Mingwei hugged the two little feet that were moving back and forth tighter. While tearing off his outer clothes, he pushed the two little feet inward to keep the cold feet as much as possible. Warm up quickly, this is one of the few things he can do for A Chou.
"Zhong Mingwei, don't be like this, don't..." Ah Chou's eyes were red. The warmth coming from the soles of her feet warmed her from her feet to her heart. Under her feet was Zhong Mingwei's chest, and she could clearly feel it. The texture of the man's chest and the powerful heartbeat underneath were so sonorous and powerful, affecting all the senses in her body.
"Girl, you have to get used to it," Zhong Mingwei held A Chou's lips and smiled softly, "I am your man, and this is what I should do for you. You have to feel at ease, understand?"
A Chou's lips trembled, but she said no more. She nodded gently, her feet stopped moving, and she placed them obediently in the man's arms.
"Why don't you do any embroidery work today?" After warming his feet, Zhong Mingwei put A Chou's feet back into the quilt and asked A Chou while tying his coat.
"Oh, I'm about to embroider," A Chou said, crawling and pulling the sewing basket over from the kang. While pulling in the yellow silk thread, he said to Zhong Mingwei, "There are eight more pieces left. The characters are all embroidered."
"So fast?" Zhong Mingwei said with a smile, "I heard that many girls have to embroider this wedding dress for several years to get it. I haven't seen you embroidering it all day long, but you can get it right now."
"That's right, my hands are fast, not only fast, but also good at embroidery, hehe." A Chou felt a little proud, rubbing the embroidery needle on his head, and then started to embroider.
The golden silk thread passes through the fiery red satin, and the word "囍" begins.
A Chou was always very serious when doing embroidery work. At this time, he lowered his head and embroidered quickly, stitch by stitch. He really did embroider well with his quick hands.
Zhong Mingwei didn't bother her again, just sat aside and watched A Chou quietly embroidering. The little hands that had pinched his legs just now were now holding a small embroidery needle and stabbing it nimbly. After a while, a small "十" character was embroidered, and the "囍" character became clearer.
Zhong Mingwei looked at the small character "囍", and his heart skipped a beat. His eyes gradually moved up from the unformed character "囍", from those white hands to A Chou's hand. The braids on the shoulders reached the dark red scar on the neck, and finally stopped on A Chou's fair and soft side face.