The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

46. His Hand Moved

Translator: Iris Guo

“No… Nothing,” A’Chou hastened to look away, but her rosy cheeks revealed her shyness. A little nervous, she rubbed her face while pretending to cough in embarrassment, “How could it be this hot in May?”

Zhong Mingwei looked at her, moved his lips, and wanted to tell her that a cup of herbal tea would reduce her body heat. However, he didn’t say anything.

At present, he was just a good-for-nothing, a real loser. He could do nothing except speaking, and needed A’Chou to take care of him.

“I’ll manicure your nails.” said A’Chou while taking Zhong Mingwei’s hands again.

Zhong Mingwei did have perfect hands. Although they were still a little pale, they were washed clean by A’Chou every day, and there was no dirt under his nails. She didn’t hold the scissors immediately but pinched his fingers gently while looking at him with expectation in her eyes, “Can you feel something?”

Zhong Mingwei’s hands were held by A’Chou’s soft and warm hands. She gently and slowly squeezed his finger pulps, and his heart beat at the same pace. Then, he looked into A’Chou’s eyes and got overjoyed: “Pin… Pinch me again!”

“Ah? Okay!” A’Chou was stunned at first. Then she immediately understood him and pinched him happily several times. She saw his finger trembled. Although it only moved slightly, she jumped in excitement.

“Zhong Mingwei! Zhong Mingwei! Your finger! It moved!” A’Chou was so excited that she even called his name. She dared not touch his finger rashly but bent over the bed and stared at it: “Zhong Mingwei, try again! Other fingers!”

Zhong Mingwei was as excited as A’Chou. He used to be very calm and steady, but now his forehead was covered with sweat. He tried his best to move his hands, but such a simple move seemed impossibly difficult for him. He held his breath and tried several times in a row, but his fingers never moved.

Zhong Mingwei gasped wearily and felt discouraged. He was extremely disappointed at himself. Before he could sigh, his numb and stiff hand was held by A’Chou again.

“It’s okay. You’re recuperating, and the last thing you need is impatience. Take your time, and everything will be fine.” A’Chou massaged Zhong Mingwei’s hand slowly and gently until it became tender. She got the scissors, grabbed his thumb and said, “That’s about it for today. Don’t overexert yourself. We’ll practice more tomorrow.”

“I don’t think that will work.” said Zhong Mingwei in a bad mood.

“That’s nonsense! You only practiced for one day!” A’Chou frowned, but her heart and voice were softened when she saw his compressed lips, “From now on, I’ll give you hot packs and massages every day, so that your circulation will be improved and you’ll get better one day.”

“Why… Why are you wasting your time on me?” asked Zhong Mingwei when he saw little hope.