"No no baby, I like them."

"I like them." Minghao would reassure you again whilst you painted his nails. He'd smile slightly at the effort you were putting in. He knew you hands were normally shaky so he didn't want to put pressure on you for them to be perfect. He liked them the way you did them. No nail artist made nails that would make him smile at the memory like that.

"You're doing well. You're doing okay." He'd say, his smile still on his face. He was probably fan girling on the inside due to how happy he felt having you do his nails instead of the artists that he usually had. He didn't really care that you made mistakes. It was your work. So he'd love it.