The Long-awaited Mr Han

I knew she would not say anything to help him.

I'm so naive, I never thought I could be so tired.

Her two arms were as if they were gone, and they didn't hurt.

From the upper arm to the forearm, the pain was sore and the muscles stiffened.

My wrist is so painful that I can't turn it now.

It's all because she couldn't support it for so long with one hand, and she was abolished even if she couldn't hold it half the time.

So Han Zhuoling changed her other hand.

Shi Xiaoya said miserably, "Too tired, sour, you go."

But this is the first time Han Zhuoling feels Shi Xiaoya's hand, which feels very different.

"My hands are rough, not as comfortable as yours." Han Zhuolin said so.

When speaking, the voice is dumb.

After that, he sighed in satisfaction.

It can be seen that it is really comfortable.

Shi Xiaoya is dead, she is so tired!

Shi Xiaoya was glaring directly at the shoes, kicking his legs barefoot.

Even if he was short of breath, he was afraid that wearing shoes would hurt him.

Han Zhuoling doesn't know.

The more you know, the happier you are, and you can't help laughing.

Why is this little girl so distressed to him?

Finally, Han Zhuoling was finally satisfied.

Shi Xiaoya's hand was released.

But both hands shook like a sieve, and the whole person was bad.

She still had him in the palm of her hand, but she didn't even have the strength to wash her hands.

Han Zhuoling saw that her two hands were shaking tremendously, and took care of her in a guilty conscience, unscrewed the faucet, and adjusted the warm water.

Rinse the hand clean, squeeze the hand sanitizer in her palm again, and the smell that belongs to him on the handle also went away.

After drying her hands, she lifted her hand under her nose and smelled it, making sure that there was no strange smell, only the fragrance of hand sanitizer remained.

Shi Xiaoya hadn't responded to why Han Zhuoling was so.

When Han Zhuoling heard her hand, Shi Xiaoya suddenly reacted.

His head burst, and he said who blamed it!

"Does it still hurt?" Han Zhuoling saw Shi Xiaoya's hand still shaking.

Shi Xiaoya nodded grievously, "The pain is dead. I have to put on makeup tomorrow, what if I still have pain tomorrow."

"I'll rub it for you, just rub it away." Han Zhuolin said.

However, as the sink was cold, Han Zhuoling first took Shi Xiaoya to sit on the sofa outside.

When I sat next to Shi Xiaoya, I felt dissatisfied again.

Then he put Shi Xiaoya on his lap again and put her whole body in her arms.

Just right, his chin could rest on top of her head.

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

Shi Xiaoya feels like a doll in his hand, no matter how he holds it, how can he feel so light.

She seemed to be weightless.

Han Zhuoling rubbed her wrist while saying, "You are the result of not paying attention to exercise."

Shi Xiaoya: "..."

It's fair to say that she doesn't always stick to the end because she doesn't have enough physical strength because she doesn't pay attention to exercise.

How to exercise this wrist?

Is it okay to twist?

"Usually help me with my hands, just work out." Han Zhuo Ling said very seriously.

If you don't pay attention to what he said, if you listen to his tone, you think you are talking about something very serious.

Shi Xiaoya's anger is broken, so he still hopes she can help him more?