The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 388: If it’s not normal, then it’s not normal

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"Who wouldn't be happy?" Meiya said in a low voice while avoiding Zhong Mingwei's lips, half of her body was numb, "Every time I promised to teach me how to write, I could never write two words. Just..."

"That's it?" Zhong Mingwei continued to kiss Mei Ya's little ruby ​​ears, "That's it?"

"You have to charge tuition every time, and once you charge it... you charge it for so long, but after you charge it... you don't teach it well, you have bad intentions, huh," Meiya's voice became louder and louder. The voice got smaller and smaller until it was almost inaudible in the end, "Where can I find such a shameless teacher like you?"

"Is that girl trying to get her tuition back?" Zhong Mingwei smiled softly, his chest trembling, and his beautiful body also trembled, "If the girl wants to ask for it, then come and ask for it, sir. I will pay you back ten times a hundred times."

"Bah! You are really becoming more and more like a disciple! Everyone knows that they know people but not their hearts, but I know that you must have been born a pervert!" Meiya blushed and broke away from Zhong Mingwei's hand. While sitting up straight, he dug out a small piece of dough and rolled it in his hands. He said to Zhong Mingwei, "The little rabbit I made last time was so ugly. You didn't recognize it after looking at it for a long time. This time I will make one." I’ll give you something nice, so you don’t underestimate me in the future.”

"Okay, let's knead it together." Zhong Mingwei rubbed Meiya's face and said softly, while reaching out to hold Meiya's hand, and kneaded the soft dough with her, but while squeezing the two The big hand became dishonest and gradually moved from the dough to A Chou's hand. In the same movement, he squeezed Meiya's hand as if kneading dough. Meiya patted him several times, but he squeezed it again shamelessly. When I got on it, the girl’s little hands were squeezed red.

"Can you be more honest?" Meiya was so entangled by him that she couldn't knead the dough. Meiya stared at him dumbfounded, "Zhong Mingwei, you have to remember, you are thirty-three years old now. , not three years old!"

Zhong Mingwei didn't feel too embarrassed. Instead, he was very confident: "I never remember my age in front of you. Don't remind me in the future. People don't like to hear it."

"Bah! Wouldn't it be enough if you just said you were shameless?" Meiya stretched out her hand and pinched Zhong Mingwei's face hard, saying nothing more and letting him act so childishly.

Meiya likes how noisy he is. Even though this man is in his thirties, the scary thing is that he has never really been a child. Meiya sometimes imagines that in the quiet palace, the little How lonely and pitiful Zhong Mingwei was, and how he got used to being alone, and how he grew up step by step into a man who looked unshakable but was actually the most soft-hearted man. When she thought about it, she felt pain in her heart, so she liked it. Despite Zhong Mingwei's childish and clingy behavior.

Meiya feels that she is a little abnormal. Sometimes she feels that Zhong Mingwei is like her father, but sometimes she feels like Zhong Mingwei’s mother, but...

If it’s not normal, then it’s not normal. Anyway, she and Zhong Mingwei both feel comfortable.

The small ball of dough gradually took shape in Meiya's hands, and a little rabbit was ready. Zhong Mingwei put the delicate little rabbit in his hand and was looking at it, when he heard Meiya whispering in his ear. Bian said softly: "Zhong Mingwei, on this day a year ago, I set off from the capital to Ninggu Pagoda. If I had known that this day would come, I wouldn't have been frightened for two months on the road..."

Zhong Mingwei was startled, and suddenly turned to look at Meiya. The girl was looking at him without blinking, her dark pupils reflecting his shadow. This was a pair of eyes he saw every day, and this was also A face engraved in his bones. Sometimes, facing this face, he would be in a trance, thinking that he had spent a lifetime with Meiya. But suddenly looking back, it turned out that he and Meiya had only known each other for ten months. Ten months, not even a year.

How is that possible?

Why is it only ten months? !

Zhong Mingwei didn’t believe it, but it was indeed only ten months.

"Girl," Zhong Mingwei put down the little rabbit in his hand and reached out to hold Mei Ya's slender hand. He was a little excited for some reason, "At that time, I thought that this was the end of me in this life. If you knew, you It's coming to me step by step, and I don't have to..."

You don’t have to think about it all day long, whether you should die in humiliation or grit your teeth and live an ignoble existence.

When you come, my suffering is over.