Chapter 179 Girl, You Have to Get Used to It

"It's really cold." When the firewood in the house ran out, Ah Chou went to the kitchen to complain about holding firewood. When he came in, he was shivering from the cold. "It's even colder than when the capital was coldest in October."

"Come up and warm up," Zhong Mingwei looked distressed, and brought over a bowl of brown sugar and jujube tea from the cauldron, went over to pat the firewood on Ah Chou's body, and said distressedly, "Hold less next time." , don't hug so much at once."

"It's okay, I'm not tired, so I don't need to make another trip." Ah Chou took off his shoes and got on the kang, and while Zhong Mingwei covered himself with a quilt, he drank the bowl of brown sugar and jujube tea in a "gulp".

"Why are you burning 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 blushed suddenly. He obviously understood something. Asking Zhong Mingwei awkwardly, "Is... just another month so soon? It seems not?"

"Drink it a few days earlier, so that you won't complain about your stomachache when you can," Zhong Mingwei was not embarrassed. As he spoke, he reached into the quilt to grab Ah Chou's feet, and hugged him into his arms without saying a word. He frowned and said, "Why are your feet always so cold?"

"Don't...don't be like this, put it down..." Ah Chou was too shy. Ever since he took a bath in the same bathtub with Zhong Mingwei that day, A Chou found that Zhong Mingwei became more and more unruly towards him, and would strike from time to time. Of course, Ah Chou doesn't hate Zhong Mingwei's hands and feet, on the contrary, he likes them very much, but she is just shy.

"Hey, don't move." Zhong Mingwei hugged the two little feet that were moving back and forth even tighter, and while pulling off his outer clothes, he pushed the two little feet inward, trying to make those cold little feet warm as quickly as possible Come to think of it, this is one of the few things he can do for Ah Chou.

"Zhong Mingwei, don't do this, don't..." Ah Chou's eyes were red, and the warmth from the soles of her feet warmed her heart from her feet. Under her feet was Zhong Mingwei's chest, and she could clearly feel the tenderness of the man's chest. The texture, as well as the powerful heartbeat underneath, are so sonorous and powerful, so affecting all the perceptions in her body.

"Girl, you have to get used to it." Zhong Mingwei pulled his lips towards Ah Chou, and smiled softly, "I am your man, this is what I should do for you, you have to feel at ease, you know?"

Ah Chou's lips trembled, and she didn't speak any more. She nodded lightly, her feet didn't move, and she obediently put them in the man's arms.

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

"Oh, I'm going to embroider," A Chou said while crawling, pulling the sewing basket from the kang, and while drawing the bright yellow silk thread, he said to Zhong Mingwei, "There are still eight characters of "囍". It's all embroidered."

"So fast?" Zhong Mingwei said with a smile, "I heard that many girls have to embroider for several years to get this wedding dress, and I haven't seen you embroidering all day long, but this one looks like it."

"That's right, my hands are fast, not only fast, but also embroider well, hehe." A Chou was a little proud, rubbing the embroidery needle on his head, and then began to embroider.

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

Ah Chou was always very serious when he started embroidery work, but now he lowered his head and embroidered very quickly, one stitch at a time.

Zhong Mingwei didn't bother her again, just sat on the side and watched Ah Chou embroidering quietly. The little hands that pinched his legs just now were now holding the small embroidery needles, stabbing and pulling flexibly, After a while, a small "ten" character was embroidered, and the "囍" character became more and more clear.

Zhong Mingwei looked at the small "囍" character, his heart skipped a beat. His gaze gradually moved up from the unformed "囍" character, from those white hands to the hand that Ah Chou threw on his shoulder. The twisted braids reached the dark red scar on the neck, and finally stopped on Ah Chou's fair and soft side face.