Chapter 145

"The girl sings for me every day, and I knead her belly every day," Zhong Mingwei cut off ah Chou's words, and began to knead gently on the side of his big hand. "If the girl doesn't stop, I will keep kneading until the girl is satisfied."

"You're so refined," ah Chou couldn't help laughing, picking up the needle and thread and continuing to embroider the flowers, while singing softly, "three more drums, the moon shines in the sky. A good couple of amorous people, sit and talk. Mianna. Mandarin ducks are playing in the water. I want to talk about my heart. Holding the intimate person, I can't help crying... "

"Why don't you sing?" Zhong Mingwei couldn't hear enough, but ah Chou stopped.

"I'll have so many. The ones behind me can't sing." Ah Chou is telling the truth. He listened to a eunuch in the palace. After listening a lot, he naturally learned how to sing. However, the eunuch can also sing here. As for the later part of the song, ah Chou naturally didn't know.

"Oh," Zhong Mingwei nodded, unable to hide his disappointment. After a pause, Zhong Mingwei added, "what's the name of this little song?"

"Explore the river." Ah Chou said.

"The clear water of the capital?" Zhong Mingwei was very surprised. "Is this a Beijing opera?"

"Yes, it's the Qingshui River in the capital. Although it's a little song, I heard that it's a real thing," sighed ah Chou, as she continued to embroider with her hands. "I don't know what happened to the girl named Dalian and her six brothers later."

"It must be a good result," Zhong Mingwei said in a soft voice, as he tightened the ring on the man in his arms and leaned over and said softly, "just like us."

A Chou's hand suddenly trembled. When she felt pain in her belly, a bright red blood bead came out. She was so busy that she threw away the embroidery piece in her hand, for fear that the expensive silk would be stained with blood stains. She was about to check it. Then her fingers were hot, and Zhong Mingwei put them into her mouth.

"You You and you... " A Chou looks at Zhong Mingwei, his index finger, which is held by his lips and tongue. A Chou only feels that the blood all over her body has gathered on the thin finger. She is dazzled and fascinated. For the finger wrapped by his lips and tongue, and for the tender eyes of the man.

Ah Chou can't speak or see any more. She wants to twist the beginning, but she just can't bear it. At ordinary times, the girl's house is the most skinny and soft. At this time, she stares directly at the man in front of her. She is disgraceful and playful.

"Is it still painful?" For a long time, Zhong Mingwei vomited out the finger, took the pad and wiped it gently, and then went to check it carefully. The needle mouth was too small to see, but it was such a slight invisible wound, which made him frown and twist it. "How could it be so careless?"

Ah Chou didn't speak. He looked at him and gently wiped the finger. Finally, the finger was wiped clean. Zhong Mingwei was about to look up and ask ah Chou if he wanted to cover the wound. The man was already surrounded by ah Chou. He was stunned, and then he put out his hand to surround ah Chou's waist.

"Zhong Mingwei, Zhong Mingwei," ah Cho encircles his neck and tries not to cry. She hugs him so tightly and doesn't know what to say. She can't say anything except calling the man's name again and again, "Zhong Mingwei, Zhong Mingwei..."

"Girl, I'm here, I'm here," but Zhong Mingwei can obviously feel ah Chou's mood. He rings ah Chou and whispers in her ear, "girl, we must have a good ending, I promise you."

"I don't believe it!" Ah Chou suddenly burst into tears, tears like broken pearls, she seemed to be greatly wronged, grinning and wailing, "you scholars are sour scholars! The most unbelievable thing to say! What Zhang Sheng, what Chen Shimei, there is no one to talk! All liars! liar! You nasty readers! "