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In the fifth year of Jian'an, after Zhuge Liang became a disciple of Mr.Shui Jing, Thatched Cottage became much livelier for no apparent reason.
His senior brothers, Xu Shu and Pang Tong, frequently visited Thatched Cottage to enjoy a meal.
On this day, upon hearing that Pang Tong was coming, Huang Yueying began preparing in the kitchen early. Tying on her apron, she busily moved about, chopping vegetables and boiling water, her face radiating a warm smile.
" Brother Feng Chao, today you are truly blessed with both good food and good sights! My Sister-in-law made a wooden man that can grind its own flour just the other day. Even my brother praised it endlessly, saying it was quite interesting!" Zhuge Jun said while helping Huang Yueying set the table. He had grown quite fond of this clever Sister-in-law.
Pang Tong perked up at these words and hurried to the backyard. Sure enough, he saw two wooden figures about half a person tall, their joints moving as they rhythmically pounded rice.
In front of the grinding stone, a somewhat crude wooden donkey turned around the millstone, and in no time at all, the labor-intensive flour flowed out effortlessly.
" Brother Feng Chao, are you looking so closely because you're planning to sneak my treasures back to help your wife grind flour tonight?" Huang Yueying teased with a smile as she cut dough for soup pancakes, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Pang Tong laughed heartily and replied, "I wouldn't dare! Who doesn't know how much Kung Ming treasures these creations made by your sister-in-law? Even those things you discarded, he secretly collected and stored in his study!"
Huang Yueying slowed her cutting motion slightly and raised her head with a hint of tenderness in her gaze. "My husband is always so unhurried. Perhaps it’s because he lost his father at a young age and had to care for Third Brother like both a father and mother. That's why he is such a meticulous person... People who don't know him might not believe that this is the proud Mr. Wowlong from Longzhong when they first see his elegant brows and careful demeanor..."
As she spoke halfway through, she noticed Zhuge Liang's handsome face suddenly darken. The goose feather fan he always held was instinctively hidden behind him.
This was his subconscious action when he was angry. Was he upset? Huang Yueying's heart tightened; her distracted hand trembled involuntarily, causing the knife meant for cutting dough to slice into her own hand.
"Ah!" Huang Yueying exclaimed softly.
Before she could react, Zhuge Liang rushed forward like a gust of wind, tightly gripping her bleeding hand and pulling her quickly into the room. He swiftly took out the hemostatic herb powder and applied it to her wound with fluid motions, completing the task seamlessly, which left Huang Yueying with tears in her eyes.
"Sir, could you please not be so kind to me?" Huang Yueying bit her lip slightly, a hint of panic in her eyes.
"You are my wife..." Zhuge Liang looked at her, his gaze filled with concern.
"But all I feel for you is admiration!" Huang Yueying interrupted him anxiously. "You have known me for so long; you must know that I am obsessed with literature and numbers. Moreover, having been born ugly and hearing cold words since childhood, I never wanted to harbor any improper thoughts about men and women..."
Before she could finish her sentence, she saw Zhuge Liang suddenly lean down, resting his forehead against hers. Their gazes locked, and his eyes were filled with deep affection. "A Chou, how can someone as smart as you not see my feelings for you? We have spent the last two years together; do you still think I married you for the Huang family's reputation and status? Do you really believe that I, Zhuge Kongming, would pin my ambitions on familial ties?"
The familiar masculine scent had lingered in her dreams countless times over the past five hundred days and nights. Even in her dreams, she feared wanting to escape, as if getting too close would drown her in a thorny embrace that would hurt her deeply.
She shifted her head, trying to pull away, feeling her heart race as if it might leap from her throat. Yet Zhuge Liang had no intention of letting go; instead, he pressed his nose against hers, their breaths mingling in a rare moment of urgency. His voice was low and gentle: "A Chou, I like you! I can't explain why; I just liked you from the first moment I saw you, as if I had known you for a long time."
He took her uninjured hand and gently leaned it against his chest. "A Chou, whether you believe it or not, having you by my side would make even a life of farming in Longzhong feel complete!"
Huang Yueying felt as if two wooden figures had appeared in her heart—one urging her to accept him and the other advising her to flee.
Her eyes were filled with conflict and struggle.
As if seeing through her turmoil, Zhuge Liang suddenly pressed his lips against hers, a mix of coaxing and pleading in his tone: "A Chou, be good and let me into your heart!"
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