Ah Chou came in lightly, afraid of disturbing Zhong Mingwei's sound sleep, it was still dark. She was not good at lighting candles, so she could only move forward bit by bit, step by step, and finally touched the edge of the bed. She put down the tub, and gently held the corner of the quilt. Gently lifted the quilt. She stretched her hand in, but reached it back again in a hurry, and rubbed her hands vigorously. After rubbing my hands to warm them up, I poked in again, gaining the experience from yesterday. This time she easily took out the dirty sheet. Then another clean sheet was stuffed under him, and then a hot handkerchief was stirred to gently wipe Zhong Mingwei's thighs one by one. She didn't dare to use too much force. Yesterday, I saw Zhong Mingwei's place was about to bleed. Afraid of waking Zhong Mingwei up again, he wiped it several times and finally made sure it was clean. Ah Chou threw the dirty list into the water, and then retreated lightly.
Actually, how could Zhong Mingwei sleep
He barely closed his eyes. To be exact, he woke up before the fourth watch. He was so suffocated that the veins on his forehead were bulging, but he still couldn't hold back. When the roots of his thighs became hot and humid again, he bit his lip tightly, and his mouth smelled of blood son.
He was ashamed and desperate beyond measure.
But what can he do? Besides loathing myself more and more.
Especially today.
He hoped that this day would be so dark to the end, that the sun would no longer rise in the east, that darkness would envelope the courtyard forever, that the girl would never wake up from her sleep, and that she would not be able to discover his embarrassment.
He was really ashamed.
But before dawn, the girl came in on tiptoe, the girl seemed to think she was still asleep, her steps were lighter than a cat's, she lifted the quilt so lightly, and lifted his legs so lightly , so lightly cleaned up for herself, and wiped herself clean with such a warm handkerchief, and then the girl walked away quietly like a cat...
How could there be such a good girl
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Today is still white porridge with pickles, Ah Chou fed Zhong Mingwei, and then started cleaning.
"Would you like to sleep a little longer?" Ah Chou asked Zhong Mingwei while tidying up the dormitory.
"I can't sleep anymore," Zhong Mingwei lay on the bed and looked at Ah Chou holding something made of messy branches in his hand, a little curious, "Is this a broom?"
"Hehe, yes! I made it with firewood!" Ah Chou narrowed his eyes and smiled, and sent the broom he had just tied up to the man, with an obvious look on his face waiting for praise, "Am I particularly ingenious? ?”
Zhong Mingwei smiled: "Yes, ingenious."
Ah Chou looked at Zhong Mingwei in a daze, the broom hadn't been taken back for a long time, Zhong Mingwei looked at her dumbfounded expression with her mouth open and eyes staring, a little surprised: "What's wrong?"
"You... you look pretty when you smile," Ah Chou came back to his senses, and realized that she was staring at a man for a long time, and she was inevitably a little embarrassed. Glancing at Zhong Mingwei, he whispered, "Smile more in the future, don't keep your face so sullen."
Zhong Mingwei was a little embarrassed by her words: "What's there to laugh about?"
"Of course there is." Ah Chou put down his broom, and sat down in front of Zhong Mingwei's bed solemnly, meeting Zhong Mingwei's eyes, "Is today's white porridge delicious?"
Zhong Mingwei looked at her serious face, and couldn't help pulling his lips: "It's delicious."