The Long-awaited Mr Han

If she had known, she would not have said anything to support him.

She was too naive. She did not expect it to be so tiring.

It was as if her two arms were broken. She was in agony.

It was sore from her upper arm to her forearm; her muscles were completely numb.

Her wrist could not rotate due to the pain.

It was all because she could not endure for such a long time with only one hand; it had not even been half of the time, but her arm was already useless.

So Han Zhuoling used her other hand.

Shi Xiaoya said miserably, "It's too tiring. My arm is sore. Do it yourself."

But this was the first time Han Zhuoling had felt Shi Xiaoya's hand, and it felt so different.

"My hands are rough, it doesn't feel as nice as yours," said Han Zhuoling.

When he was speaking, he used a quiet voice.

After speaking, he let out a sigh of satisfaction.

It seemed like it was really comfortable.

Shi Xiaoya was enraged. She was already so exhausted!

Shi Xiaoya was so angry that she kicked off her shoe and kicked his leg with her bare foot.

Even if she was furious, she was still worried that she would hurt him if she kicked him with her shoes on.

How could Han Zhuoling not know?

The more he knew, the happier he was. He could not help but smile.

Why did this little girl pamper him so much?

After a huge effort, Han Zhuoling was finally satisfied.

Shi Xiaoya's hand was let go.

But her two hands were shaking like a sieve. Her whole body did not feel good.

Han Zhuoling saw that her hands were shaking vigorously, so he felt guilty and kept her in his arms while opening the water tap and adjusting it to warm water for her to wash her hands with.

After washing her hands clean with water, he squeezed some hand soap on her palms to get rid of the smell that belonged to him.

After wiping her hands dry, he even put her hands under his nose and sniffed them a few times to make sure there was no strange smell and only the fragrance of the hand soap was left.

Shi Xiaoya did not realize why Han Zhuoling had been doing that.

When Han Zhuoling sniffed her hands, Shi Xiaoya suddenly knew.

Her mind was blown. She thought to herself, who was to blame?!

"Do they still hurt?" Han Zhuoling saw that Shi Xiaoya's hands were still shaking vigorously.

Feeling hurt, Shi Xiaoya nodded. "They're so painful. I still need to do makeup for other people tomorrow. What if they still hurt tomorrow?"

"I'll help you massage them to remove the pain," said Han Zhuoling.

But the surface of the washbasin was cold, so Han Zhuoling carried Shi Ziaoya to the couch outside.

When he sat next to Shi Xiaoya, he felt dissatisfied.

So he carried Shi Xiaoya and placed her on his lap as he embraced her.

He was just tall enough to place his chin on her head.

It was as if she was born to fit in his arms.

Shi Xiaoya felt like a doll in his arms. No matter how he carried her, it felt easy.

It was as if she was weightless.

While Han Zhuoling was massaging her wrist, he said, "This is because you don't exercise often."

Shi Xiaoya was speechless. "…"

It would make more sense to say that she could not last until the end because she did not have stamina and did not exercise often.

How would she train her wrist?

Rotate it around when she had nothing to do?

"Help me with your hands more often, then you would be able to train them," said Han Zhuoling seriously.

If she was not paying attention to his words and only listened to his tone, she would think that it was a serious matter.

Shi Xiaoya was furious. He hoped she would help him with this more often?