When Zhong Mingwei was about to untie the fourth knot, Ah Chou couldn't help herself. She said uneasily and shyly, "No... no need. Don't worry about it. I can comb my hair myself later..."
Zhong Mingwei ignored her and untied the knot. Then he took out the wooden comb that Ah Chou had put in the sewing basket and combed Ah Chou's hair. Ah Chou's hair was not very long. It just hung from his knees to a little above his ankles. Zhong Mingwei took a handful of hair and combed it, then took another handful and combed it again and again.
He never thought that one day he would be so patient and gentle in combing a woman's hair. He really hadn't thought about it. At most, he had thought about it occasionally. If he had a daughter in the future, he would definitely assign a few more maids to serve her. Daughters are precious and have many things to do, so they can't be sloppy at all. His daughter, Zhong Mingwei, should be treated with even more respect.
However, he didn't have a daughter. So this thought was useless. He just didn't want to. Today, in this simple courtyard, all his patience and tenderness were actually used on this girl, and he didn't find it incredible, he felt very calm. It seemed that this was the way it should be.
"Does it hurt when you comb your hair like this?" He asked the little girl, who buried her face in his legs and dared not move, while combing her hair.
"It doesn't hurt." The girl said shyly, her voice trembling, and it was hard to tell whether she was more excited or aroused.
"This is the first time I comb someone's hair, so I won't use too much pressure. If it hurts, just say so. Don't just endure it." Zhong Mingwei said again.
"Hmm," the little girl's voice trembled even more. Zhong Mingwei thought he was using too much force, so he eased up. Then he heard the little girl speak carefully again, "Zhong Mingwei, then... then you really... really have never combed other people's hair before?"
Zhong Mingwei pursed his lips: "Is this true?"
"Really?" the little girl asked again, her voice not so timid now, but louder, with a little laughter that she could not suppress at all.
"Why would I lie to a little girl like you?" Zhong Mingwei was a little helpless. The furry little head under his command kept nodding, not being honest at all. Zhong Mingwei endured it for a long time and finally couldn't stand it anymore. He stretched out his hand and pinched the little girl's ruby-like ears, "Don't laugh anymore, or I'll beat you up."
"Hehehe!" This time, the little girl, who was about to burst out laughing, couldn't hold it in any longer and laughed out loud. She buried her face in the man's legs and laughed until she was almost out of breath. In the end, she could only turn her face to the side and her laughter became louder, sounding like a silver bell, lively and pleasant to the ear. Suddenly, she stopped laughing. Not only that, her eyes were wide open, and she was obviously nervous and scared.
The man's fingers stopped on her neck and gently stroked along the dark red scar. Ah Chou's face froze instantly, and her originally excited heart suddenly fell to the bottom.
"It must have been extremely painful at that time?" Zhong Mingwei said in a deep voice while gently rubbing the dark red scar.
Ah Chou naturally knew what he was talking about, and suddenly his eyes turned red: "It hurts, it hurts so much, I have to endure it during the day, I still have to go out to work, and I have to work harder than before, I can't sleep at night because of the pain, but I still have to endure it, I even bit two pillows."
Yes, what should I do if I can’t bear it at that time?
She is a thorn in Concubine Zhao's side. Does she have to cry and remind others to teach her a lesson all the time?
So, she could only endure it, but Ah Chou was used to it. Isn't it the job of a servant to endure it all the time?
But at this moment, in front of Zhong Mingwei, she couldn't bear it anymore. She felt extremely wronged, for herself who was worried and frightened in the Yanx Palace at that time, and for herself who had worked hard as a slave for so many years.
"I will find the best doctor to treat you in the future." Zhong Mingwei's throat was sore and the scars under his fingertips seemed to be born on his body. "I will definitely cure you."
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