The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

95. Tie Her Hair

Translator: Iris Guo

“I don’t need new clothes. I’m always at home and barely go out. I don’t need to dress gorgeously.” said A’Chou disapprovingly.

“Will I go out then?” Zhong Mingwei was so angry with A’Chou that he glared at her. “Why do you want me to dress gorgeously?”

“Because I can look at you…” spoke A’Chou haltingly. As soon as she saw Zhong Mingwei’s contemptuous look, she suddenly became silent and continued to immerse herself in embroidering.

After A’Chou knew Zhong Mingwei for a while, she realized that although he got angry now and then, he wasn’t a grumpy person. He would cool down quickly, like today.

After Zhong Mingwei yelled at A’Chou, he thought it was meaningless. He would feel humiliating if people knew he always lost his temper in front of a young girl. Therefore, he took the bowl and sipped the tea, then he stopped frowning instantly.

A’Chou’s tea was better. She still had no taste at all, used a big coarse porcelain bowl, and left little straw ash in the tea, but the fragrance of jasmine was clearer. He immediately drank more and praised: “The tea is very good today.”

“Really?” A’Chou was surprised.

A’Chou knew that Zhong Mingwei loved tea, so she had been trying to make nice tea for him. However, she knew nothing about tea, and there was no one she could turn to. At first, there were oil drops in the tea sometimes, and fortunately he still drank that. After a long time of practice, today she could finally make drinkable tea.

“Really.” nodded Zhong Mingwei while passing the bowl, “You wanna try?”

A’Chou leaned over and sipped the tea in Zhong Mingwei’s hand. When she looked up, she became shy, wiped her mouth, and whispered: “Actually, I couldn’t tell whether it’s better.”

Zhong Mingwei looked at A’Chou’s lovely face, and couldn’t help rubbing her small bun.

“Stop…Or my hair will fall down,” whispered A’Chou, blushing. “The string slips all the time, so my hair will get messy.”

“Come here.” said Zhong Mingwei suddenly.

“Ah?” A’Chou was confused. “Why?”

Zhong Mingwei didn’t answer. He put A’Chou’s tools in the sewing kit, and put it near his feet. When she was dissatisfied and frowning, his big hands grabbed the back of her head and pushed it down, and her face was clung to his lap. Then, he untied the string on her head.

He was planning to…

Tie her hair?

When A’Chou realized what Zhong Mingwei was doing, she almost shouted, but she didn’t at last. As an emotional person, she felt her eyes suddenly went watery. Although he couldn’t see them, he might notice her crying since she was leaning on his lap. If…

Ah!
She was leaning on his lap!
He let her!

Ah!

…

Zhong Mingwei gently grasped A’Chou’s messy hair in his big hand. Actually, she just washed her hair yesterday, but she slept sprawled all over the bed and wasn’t still at night, so naturally her hair wasn’t smooth at all. Besides, she had to get up and do chores before dawn, so there wasn’t the time for her to freshen up and she had to casually wear her hair in a small bun.

Zhong Mingwei combed A’Chou’s hair with his fingers. This was the first time that he observed a girl’s hair so carefully. It was soft and chestnut, which made her extremely meek. It was severely matted, but he still untied the knots carefully and patiently. However, there were more and more…