Oh my God, how could the technique be so awful?
She was inherently averse to having him trim her nails, and yet somehow, today he developed an inexplicable impulse to do it.
Now look what has happened, her beautifully long nails are gone.
Transformed into what they are now. Tang Anzhi felt like crying; her once flawless fingernails were utterly ruined because of this.
Huangfu Zheng glanced at them and didn't see anything amiss. He thought her small hands looked lovely, delicate, and fair, with a tempting pink flush on the nail beds that made him want to kiss them.
"Give me the nail clipper, I'll do it myself." If they aren't smoothed out, they become weapons for scratching. Tang Anzhi believed it was better to handle it herself.
Huangfu Zheng, though confident in his skill, accepted that if his wife didn't want him to trim her nails, then he wouldn't. Perhaps it was her way of sparing him the effort out of concern for him.
