The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

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"What's the matter?" Zhong Mingwei calmed his mind and met Ahou's eyes.

"No ... nothing," A Chou looked so busy, but the high heat on her cheeks leaked her feelings. She rubbed her face annoyedly and coughed twice, "This is the day of May. Oh, why is it so hot? "

Zhong Mingwei looked at her, moved her lips, and wanted to say something, if it was hot, and went to a cup of herbal tea to drink, but he still did not say.

Now, apart from speaking and being served, he has no other skills. He is a waste person, a genuine waste person.

"I'll cut your nails again," A Chou held Zhong Mingwei's hand again. Zhong Mingwei's hand was really beautiful, except that it was still pale. These hands were washed by A Chou every day. There was no dirt in the nail gaps. Instead of holding the scissors in a hurry, A Chou gently squeezed Zhong Mingwei's finger, and while looking at him, he asked expectantly, "Can you feel it?"

The hand was held by the girl, the girl's hand was soft and warm, and gently pinched his fingertips at once, Zhong Mingwei's heart was beating, just like the skin on his finger at this moment, He met Ah Chou's eyes, and when he spoke again, he could not conceal his joy: "You ... you pinch me again!"

"Ah? Good!" A Chou stunned, and then understood, busy busy squeezing Zhong Mingwei a few more times, and then she watched, the finger in her hand trembling slightly, although It was only for a short while, but A Chou jumped up in joy.

"Zhong Mingwei! Zhong Mingwei! Your finger moved! Moved!" A Chou was so excited, otherwise she wouldn't dare to call Zhong Mingwei's name directly, she didn't dare to touch his finger hurriedly, just lying on her **** On the bed, staring at his finger, he said excitedly, "Zhong Mingwei, you try again, can you see if the other fingers can move?"

Zhong Mingwei was also very excited. In the past, a steady man with eight winds did not move. At this time, a thin layer of sweat permeated the entire forehead. He tried to move his hands, but somehow it was so easy to move, but it was difficult at this time. Ascending to the sky, he held his breath and continued to exert his energy several times in a row. Later, he was relieved, but his fingers never moved again.

Holding back for a long time, Zhong Mingwei gasped tiredly and heavily, his eyes were full of disappointment, he didn't sigh in a single breath, and the numb hand was grasped again.

"It doesn't bother you, you're recuperating. You're the most anxious and anxious, let's take it slowly, it doesn't bother us," A Chou held the straight hand and rubbed it gently, little by little, Rubbing the stiff hand, she took the scissors and grabbed Zhong Mingwei's thumb while saying, "I'm here today, don't be too tired. Let's continue to practice. "

"I looked at practice and it was useless." Zhong Mingwei said dully.

"Who said it's useless? You know it's useless if you don't practice it?" A Chou frowned at him, looking at his tight lips, his heart softened when he couldn't help it. Lightened, "I will give you a hot compress every day, and then massage you to activate blood, it will always get better."

"You ... what do you waste these efforts on me?" Zhong Mingwei was really blocked.