"What's wrong?" Zhong Mingwei calmed down and met Achou's staring eyes.
"Nothing... nothing," Ah Chou turned away in a hurry. But the heat on her cheeks betrayed her mood. She rubbed her face in annoyance and coughed twice. "It's only May, why is it so hot?"
Zhong Mingwei looked at her. He moved his lips. He wanted to say, if you feel hot, go get a cup of cold tea. But he didn't say it.
Now, apart from talking and being served, he has no other skills. He is a useless person. A real useless person.
"Let me cut your nails again," Ah Chou held Zhong Mingwei's hand again. Zhong Mingwei's hands were really beautiful. Except that they were still a little pale. These hands were washed clean by Ah Chou every day. There was not even a speck of dirt in the nails. Ah Chou did not rush to take the scissors. Instead, he gently pinched Zhong Mingwei's fingers and looked at him. He asked expectantly, "Can you feel it?"
His hand was held by this girl, whose hand was soft and warm, gently pinching his fingertips again and again. 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 was filled with unconcealed joy: "You...you pinch me again!"
"Ah? Okay!" Ah Chou was stunned for a moment, then she understood, and happily pinched Zhong Mingwei a few more times. Then she watched as the finger in her palm trembled slightly. Although it was only for a short moment, Ah Chou jumped for joy.
"Zhong Mingwei! Zhong Mingwei! Your finger moved! It moved!" Ah Chou was too excited, otherwise she wouldn't dare to call Zhong Mingwei by name. She didn't dare to touch his finger rashly. She just lay on the bed with her butt sticking up, staring at his finger, and said excitedly, "Zhong Mingwei, try again and see if your other fingers can move?"
Zhong Mingwei was also very excited. The calm and composed man who used to be unmoved by anything, now had a layer of fine sweat oozing from his entire forehead. He tried hard to move his hands, but for some reason, such an easy movement was now as difficult as climbing to the sky. He held his breath and tried several times in a row. Later, his breath was exhausted, but his fingers still did not move.
After holding his energy for a long time, Zhong Mingwei sighed heavily with exhaustion, his eyes filled with disappointment. Before he could even breathe a sigh, his numb hand was held by someone again.
"It's okay. You're recovering from your illness. You shouldn't be impatient. Let's take it slowly. It's okay." Ah Chou held the stretched hand and rubbed it gently, softening it. She took the scissors and held Zhong Mingwei's thumb, saying, "That's all for today. Don't get too tired. We'll continue practicing tomorrow."
"I think it's useless to practice." Zhong Mingwei said sullenly.
"Who said it's useless? How can you know it's useless if you don't practice?" Ah Chou frowned and looked at him. Seeing his tight lips, her heart couldn't help but soften. When she spoke again, her voice became softer. "I will give you hot compresses and massage to stimulate blood circulation every day. You will get better."
"You...why are you wasting all this energy on me?" Zhong Mingwei felt really upset.
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