The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

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"It's so cold," the house had run out of firewood. Ahou went to the kitchen to complain about holding firewood. When he came in, he was very chilly. "It's colder than when the capital was coldest in October."

"Hurry up and warm up," Zhong Mingwei looked distressed, while scooping a bowl of brown sugar and jujube tea from the big pot, and patted the firewood on A-Chou's body, while distressed, "Hug a little next time , Do n’t hug so much at once. "

"It's okay, you're not tired, so you don't have to run again." A Chou took off his shoes on the kang, and covered himself with a quilt by Zhong Mingwei, and finished drinking with the bowl of brown sugar jujube tea.

"Why burn this jujube tea again?" A Chou put down the bowl and tilted his head to ask Zhong Mingwei, before waiting for Zhong Mingwei to answer, A Chou blushed suddenly, apparently understanding what, the little girl was too busy to lower her head, don't leave Do not ask Zhong Mingwei awkwardly, "Just ... just another month soon? Doesn't it seem?"

"Drink a few days earlier, and save time when I yelled that my stomach hurts," Zhong Mingwei was not embarrassed. While talking, he reached into the quilt and grabbed the feet of Aghou. Without saying anything, he embraced himself. Frowning, "How come my feet are always so cold?"

"Don't ... don't do this, let go ..." A Chou was so shy. Since the day after taking a bath with Zhong Mingwei in a bath tub, A Chou found that Zhong Mingwei became more and more unruly towards himself, and he started from time to time. Of course, Ah Chou doesn't hate Zhong Mingwei's manual feet, but likes it very much, but she is shy.

"Be good, don't move." Zhong Mingwei hugged the two little feet back and forth tighter, while pulling apart his outer skirt, while sending the two little feet inwards, as far as possible to make the cold little feet warmer Up, this is one of the few things he can do for Ah Chou.

"Zhong Mingwei, don't do this, don't ..." A Chou's eyes were red. The warmth from the bottom of her feet warmed her from the feet to her heart. Underneath her feet was Zhong Mingwei's chest. She could clearly feel the man's chest. The texture, and the powerful heartbeat underneath, clanging so powerfully at once, and so touching all her senses all over her.

"Girl, you have to get used to it," Zhong Mingwei held her lips to A Chou and smiled with a gentle drizzle. "I'm your man. This is what I should do for you. You have peace of mind, you know?"

Ah Chou's lips trembled, and she didn't speak anymore. She nodded gently, and her two feet didn't move, so she obediently put it in the man's arms.

"Why don't you do embroidering work today?" After warming up his feet, Zhong Mingwei put A Chou's feet back into the quilt and asked A Chou while fastening his outer garment.

"Oh, I'm going to embroider," A Chou said while crawling, pulling the needle thread basket from the Kang, and going to introduce Huang Cancan's silk thread, while saying to Zhong Mingwei, "There are eight characters left. It's all finished. "

"So fast?" Zhong Mingwei said with a smile, "I heard that this wedding dress, many girls need to embroider for a few years to get it, and I haven't seen you embroider it all day, but you can get it at a glance."

"That is, my hand is fast, not only fast, but also embroidered well, hehe." A Chou was a bit proud, rubbing the embroidery needle on his head, and then embroidered it.

The golden silk thread passed through the fiery red satin, and the word "囍" began.

Ah Chou has always been very serious in starting the work of embroidering. At this time, his head was lowered, and his stitches and stitches were swiftly embroidered.

Zhong Mingwei did n’t bother to talk to her again, so she sat quietly watching Ahouchou embroidering. The pair of little hands that had just pinched his leg just now, now holding a little embroidery needle, flexibly stab and pull, After a while, a small "ten" character was embroidered, and the word "囍" became clearer.

Zhong Mingwei looked at the little word, and his heart jumped, his eyes gradually moved up from the unshaped "word", and from those fair hands, he moved it to the shoulder of A Ugly on his shoulder. The braided braid reached the dark red scar on the neck, and finally stopped on the white and soft side face of Ah Chou.