The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

I-Isn't it dark? I feel cold, so I changed to a thicker one, Ah Chou avoided Zhong Mingwei with his eyes, and was so busy that he took another sticky bean bag and sent it to Zhong Mingwei, obviously wanting to end the paragraph quickly Discussion about clothes, Let's eat another one, it's still hot...

Unbutton the neckline of your clothes and let me see. Zhong Mingwei cut off her words, staring straight at Ah Chou's tightly buttoned neckline.

What are you going to do? Ah Chou's face turned red suddenly, his head dropped even lower, and the sticky bean buns in his hands were crushed out of shape by her, I, I just fell outside. I fell down, my clothes were dirty, so I changed one, you... what are you doing? Look at me like a thief.

Zhong Mingwei didn't speak any more, staring at the sticky bean bun in Ah Chou's hand, he just felt that his heart was also lost like the sticky bean bun, and after a long while, he said again: It's so dark, why is it so dark? No wax?

Oh, I'm going to light it right away. A Chou threw away the sticky bean bag in a hurry, and went to get a candle from the side room. She didn't want to light a candle anymore. She wandered on the mountain for a long time, just waiting for it to get dark. It was a fluke to rush back, but Zhong Mingwei asked her to light the wax, and she couldn't refuse.

When she came back from lighting the wax, she dripped the wax oil and fixed the candle on the table. She sat on the edge of the bed again, lowered her head and cleaned up the tray and chopsticks. Just as she was about to take it out, she heard Zhong Mingwei speak again. .

Girl, come here and let me see your neck. Zhong Mingwei said softly.

A Chou's eyes suddenly became wet, and she didn't say anything, but she liked hearing Zhong Mingwei call her a girl the most. She had said that she was called A Chou early in the morning, but Zhong Mingwei never called her a girl. It's impossible to say that there is no clear love, but today, this girl made Ah Chou feel a lot of grievances.

What's so good about it? It's so ugly, Ah Chou sniffed, but obediently put the bowl and chopsticks aside, and then started to unbutton the neckline. While undoing it, she muttered softly, Everything It's Scar, I don't even want to see it myself, where did you think of looking here?

Zhong Mingwei didn't answer, just kept staring at Ah Chou's trembling hands. Those hands are very powerful, they can make big oily stuffed buns, and they can clean even dirty clothes. It's also those hands, once again. I applied ointment to him tirelessly, and it was still these hands that made him clean and comfortable, but now these hands are unbuttoning the pipa buttons one by one, revealing Ah Chou's white face. Neck, and dark red scars.

Zhong Mingwei stared at the scar with wide eyes, until he heard Ah Chou timidly ask: How long do you want to look at it?

Come closer. Zhong Mingwei said in a deep voice, sliding his Adam's apple up and down.

A Chou blushed, leaned down, bit his lip and said, Is this okay?

Come closer.

How close can it be? Ah Chou muttered, thinking in his heart that the light was so dim, and he should not be able to see such faint traces. At that moment, A Chou obediently leaned over and finally lay down on Zhong Mingwei's body. She was very flustered, knowing that this posture was too weird, knowing that she should cover her neck and hide quickly at this time, even if Zhong Mingwei was suspicious, she couldn't do anything, but under the faint yellow candlelight, looking into Zhong Mingwei's eyes, she couldn't help herself. Just listening to him inexplicably, it's almost like being possessed by a demon.