The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

What's wrong? Zhong Mingwei calmed down, and met Ah Chou's staring eyes.

No...it's nothing, Ah Chou was so busy that she looked away, but the high fever on her cheeks revealed her feelings. She rubbed her face in annoyance and coughed dryly, It's only May day. Why is it so hot?

Zhong Mingwei looked at her, moved his lips, and wanted to say something, if it's hot, let's drink a cup of herbal tea, but he still didn't say it.

Now, apart from talking and being served by others, he has no other abilities. He is a useless person, a real useless person.

Let me cut your nails again. A Chou held Zhong Mingwei's hand again. Zhong Mingwei's hand was really beautiful, except that it was still a little pale. These hands were washed clean by A Chou every day. There was not even a speck of dirt in the crevices of the nails. Ah Chou didn't rush to take the scissors, but gently squeezed Zhong Mingwei's fingers, looked at him, and asked expectantly, Can you feel it?

The hand was held by this girl, and the girl's hand was soft and warm, gently pinching his fingertips one after another, Zhong Mingwei's heart was beating, just like the skin on his fingers at this moment, He met Ah Chou's eyes, and when he spoke again, he couldn't hide his joy: You...you pinch me again!

Ah? Good! Ah Chou was stunned, and then he understood, and happily squeezed Zhong Mingwei a few more times, and then she watched helplessly, the finger in the palm of her hand trembled slightly, although It was just a little bit, but Ah Chou was so happy that he jumped up.

Zhong Mingwei! Zhong Mingwei! You moved your fingers! You moved! A Chou was too excited, otherwise she wouldn't dare to call Zhong Mingwei's name directly, and she didn't dare to touch his fingers rashly, so she just lay on her buttocks On the bed, staring at his finger, he said excitedly, Zhong Mingwei, try again and see if the other fingers can move?

Zhong Mingwei was also very excited. The calm man who used to be calm and unmoved now had a thin layer of sweat oozing from his forehead. He tried hard to move his hands, but for some reason it was so difficult to move so easily. Ascending to the sky, he held his breath and exerted his strength several times in a row, but he finally vented his anger, but he never moved his fingers again.

After holding back his energy for a long time, Zhong Mingwei panted heavily exhaustedly, his eyes were full of disappointment, before he could sigh, that numb hand was held again.

It's not in the way. You are recuperating from illness. The most taboo is to be impatient. Let's take your time. It's not in the way. Ah Chou held the straight hand and rubbed it gently bit by bit. Kneading the stiff hand softened, she took the scissors and grabbed Zhong Mingwei's thumb while saying, That's it for today, don't be too tired, let's continue practicing tomorrow.

It's useless for me to watch and practice. Zhong Mingwei said sullenly.

Who said it's useless? You know it's useless if you don't practice it? Ah Chou frowned at him, looked at the corners of his tight lips, his heart softened uncontrollably, and his voice dropped when he spoke again. Lighten up, I'll give you a hot compress every day, and give you a massage to activate blood circulation, and you'll get better.

You... What are you wasting all your effort on me for? Zhong Mingwei was really blocked.