The Emperor's Beloved Ugly Girl

"What's the matter?" Zhong Mingwei calmed his mind and put a straight eye on ah Chou.

"No It's nothing, "ah Chou was too busy to look at it, but the high heat on her cheek revealed her mood. She rubbed her face a little regretfully and coughed two times," why is it so hot in May? "

Zhong Mingwei looks at her, moves his lips, and wants to say something. If it's hot, he goes to a cup of herbal tea, but he doesn't say it.

Now, he has no other ability but to speak and be served. He is a real waste.

"I'll cut your nails again." ah Chou took Zhong Mingwei's hand again. Zhong Mingwei's hand was really beautiful. Apart from being paler, his hands were washed clean by ah Chou every day. There was no dirt in the nail seam. Ah Chou didn't rush to take scissors. Instead, he gently pinched Zhong Mingwei's fingers, looked at him and asked expectantly“ Can you feel it? "

The hand is held by the girl. The girl's hand is soft and warm. He holds his finger's belly gently. Zhong Mingwei's heart jumps. It's like the skin on his finger at this moment. He looks at ah Chou's eyes, and when he opens his mouth again, he's very happy: "you You give me another pinch! "

"Ah? Good! " A Chou was stunned, and then understood that he was so busy and joyful that he pinched Zhong Mingwei for several times. Then she watched with open eyes. The finger in the palm of her hand trembled slightly. Although it was only a small time, a Chou jumped up with joy.

"Zhong Mingwei! Zhong Mingwei! Your fingers are moving! Move! " Ah Chou was too excited, or she didn't dare to call Zhong Mingwei's name directly, and she didn't dare to touch his finger rashly. She just puckered up on the bed, stared at his finger, and said excitedly, "Zhong Mingwei, try again, and see if other fingers can move?"

Zhong Mingwei was also very excited. He was a calm man who never moved. At this time, his whole forehead exuded a layer of fine sweat. He tried to move his hands, but somehow it was so easy. At this time, it was difficult to reach the sky. He held his breath and made several continuous efforts. Later, the air was released, but his fingers never moved again.

After holding it for a long time, Zhong Mingwei gasped heavily and exhaustedly. His eyes were full of disappointment. Before he sighed, the numb hand was held by others again.

"It's OK. You're taking care of your illness. Don't worry about it. Let's go slowly. It's OK." ah Chou held the straight hand and gently rubbed it a little bit. She softened the stiff hand. As she took the scissors, she grabbed Zhong Mingwei's thumb and said, "it's here today. Don't be too tired. Tomorrow Let's keep practicing. "

"It's no use watching." Zhong Mingwei is stuffy and stuffy.

"Who says it's useless? You know it's useless if you don't practice? " Ah Chou frowned at him and looked at the tight corners of his lips. He could not help but soften his heart. When he spoke again, his voice lightened. "I will warm you up every day and massage you to activate blood circulation. It will get better."

"You What are you wasting all this effort on me? " Zhong Mingwei's heart is really blocked.