What to do if you are allergic to your boyfriend

Yu Jian raised her eyes and glanced at the door.

Chi Yan had a pen in his hand and some white sketch paper.

The two have the same hobbies, so he immediately understood what Chi Yan wanted to do.

Chi Yan walked quickly to the table next to him and sat down, and waved the paper in his hand to him: "Perhaps, this will be useful."

Yu Jian looked at the paper, and remembered that when she was sitting with Chi Yan before, she went back to draw every day during that time, and it seemed that the symptoms had been relieved a lot.

Chi Yan opened his mouth and stared at Yu Jian seriously: "Try it, it might work."

One of the reasons why Chi Yan thought of this was because he could see that painting was very important to Yu Jian. When Yu Jian was painting, his whole body seemed to be glowing, his expression was focused, and nothing could distract him.

Another reason is that painting is also very important to Chi Yan himself. He can empathize with Yu Jian's real feeling when painting, which is why Chi Yan thinks painting is useful to Yu Jian.

Whether he is angry, irritable, or unhappy for various reasons, as long as he picks up the paintbrush, his heart can always calm down.

Painting is the best way for him to untangle himself and release himself. He hopes that this method can also be used for Yu Jian.

Yu Jian nodded, and said kindly: "Okay."

Chi Yan got up, hesitantly said: "Then... I'm here?"

Yu Jian nodded.

Immediately afterwards, Yu Jian stood up and took the initiative to walk towards Chi Yan.

Chi Yan's Adam's apple slid up and down nervously, opened his mouth, and looked at Yu Jian who was actively walking towards him, and felt that the two seats were extremely far apart for the first time.

Yu Jian walked very slowly, but she walked firmly step by step.

He took a deep breath, pulled out the chair, and sat down opposite Chi Yan.

It was the first time that two people were separated by such a close distance, so close that they could clearly see the emotions in each other's eyes.

Yu Jian smiled and looked at Chi Yan's Adam's apple rolling up and down, with sweat clenched in her hands, trying her best to sound the same as usual: "Start?"

Probably because of the close distance, Chi Yan still keenly caught the trembling in Yu Jian's voice.

Chi Yan pulled the stool away, took a few steps back, and reached the next two tables, shook his head and said, "No, it's too close, it's too uncomfortable."

Yu Jian suddenly felt that the pressure around him was much less. He wiped the sweat from his brow, and said firmly to Chi Yan, "The distance just now is just right, I don't feel uncomfortable."

Chi Yan looked at Yu Jian with deep eyes, and said in silence for a while, "I feel uncomfortable."

So he can't be cruel, no matter how calm he is usually, and what he says is the same, at this moment, he is just a person who can't do anything in the face of pain.

He gritted his teeth, thinking why it wasn't him, not his allergies, and let Yu Jian bear it.

Yu Jian smiled softly, he knew that Chi Yan cared about him, but more important than this, he wanted to be a normal person.

To be able to live and dance normally is not to see a person every day and calculate his test scores, calculate his academic mastery level, and then judge whether to stay away from him or not based on this.

Now there is an opportunity in front of him, tell him that he can escape from this vicious circle forever, and can cure this strange disease, let alone the tingling sensation on his body, even if his head is bleeding, he will find a way to get out.

Yu Jian said to Chi Yan: "Either you come over, or I go over."

Chi Yan looked at the wall behind him and gritted his teeth: "Then you must tell me when you can't bear it."

Looking at this posture, people who don't know may think that Chi Yan is in great pain.

Chi Yan walked back to his seat, took out his pen and took a deep breath: "If this trick doesn't work, we'll think of other ways."

Yu Jian nodded, looked at him, and explained for him: "You want me to draw?"

"No, I want you to talk to me."

Yu Jian glanced at Chi Yan in surprise, a little sweat dripped from his forehead: "Aren't we... hiss, are we talking?"

Chi Yan gritted his teeth, saw Yu Jian's appearance, and sped up his speech: "We don't need to talk with words, but with pictures."

As he spoke, he raised the pen and scribbled on the paper. Immediately, a rectangular outline appeared on the paper. As Chi Yan scribbled and modified the rectangle at will, the rectangle became a bus. Chi Yan Then marked "921" on the car body, paused the pen tip, thought for a while and drew a small square inside the car, sketching a boy with a scarf and neat short hair.

In the process of drawing, Yu Jian focused on looking at the tip of Chi Yan's pen, and the sweat in her palms gradually decreased.

Until the moment the painting was finished, Chi Yan turned the painting around and showed it to Yu Jian.

Yu Jian raised the corner of her mouth, took the paintbrush from Chi Yan's hand, lowered her head and concentrated on adding to the painting.

Chi Yan looked at Yu Jian's drawing, but unconsciously shifted his attention to his face.

Yu Jian's hair had already been soaked in sweat, and it was plastered on her forehead docilely, looking very cute.

Yu Jian drew very carefully and very slowly. Chi Yan glanced down at the painting. Yu Jian's painting style was very detailed, every bit of brushwork was extremely delicate, but it was still the same as before, with severe hand shaking.

Chi Yan frowned.

Yu Jian's hands are still fine when doing homework, why is it like this when he draws.

He couldn't help stretching out his hand to help Yu Jian's hand, and pressed him not to shake.

After being suppressed by Chi Yan, Yu Jian's trembling was indeed much better, and his drawing was much faster.

Yu Jian pushed the drawn paper to Chi Yan's side.

Chi Yan looked at the painting and smiled.

In the painting, a teenager with a skateboard is standing in front of the car, holding a mobile phone by his ear in his left hand, raising his right hand high, and holding up a bunch of keys to the teenager in the car.

This was the scene when Chi Yan gave Yu Jian the key, and both of them remembered it.

Chi Yan thought for a while, then picked up the pen and continued to add and subtract on the paper.

Yu Jian looked at the painting, accidentally saw Chi Yan's hand still resting on her body, and was startled.

With Chi Yan's hand on him for so long, his body hasn't changed much?

Yu Jian blinked, and carefully stretched out a little finger to touch Chi Yan's wrist.

Chi Yan was drawing a picture when he suddenly felt a chill on his wrist. He subconsciously raised his head and saw a little finger wrapped around his wrist like a snake.

Yu Jian said to Chi Yan in surprise, "Look!" She pointed at her own neck.

There are still large spots all over the neck, but they have not deepened because of the close contact between the two people.

Chi Yan gave a sound of grace, and was quite surprised in his heart. He blinked and held Yu Jian's little finger with his palm facing up.

He said seriously, "How about this, does the pain get worse?"

Yu Jian shook her head excitedly, patted the table with her hand and said, "No!"

Chi Yan gave a sigh of relief, and at the same time stretched out his hand to hold Yu Jian's left hand.

See how desensitization therapy is the right solution.

Without this plan, he didn't know that Yu Jian's hands would be so soft.

He stepped up his strength, rubbed the palm of his hand carefully, and asked Yu Jian seriously: "How about this, is it uncomfortable?"

Not only soft, but also thin and tender.

Chi Yan frowned, thinking seriously.

Yu Jian honestly shook her head: "I'm fine."

Chi Yan let go of Yu Jian's hand reluctantly, rubbed his fingertips and nodded: "That's good."

He pushed the painting to Yu Jian's side, and Yu Jian looked down at the painting.

In the painting, there was an extra person next to the boy who was originally sitting on the bus seat. He was holding a skateboard and piercing his earbones, and he put his hand into Yu Jian's pocket.

Yu Jian narrowed her eyes, thinking that this should be when Chi Yan put the key in her pocket.

Yu Jian raised his lips and smiled, and was about to pick up the pen to write, when he felt dizzy in his mind, he shook his head vigorously, took a deep breath to wake himself up.

Chi Yan immediately noticed the change in him, quickly stepped back a few steps sensitively, stepped back to the wall and asked, "Are you okay, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

As Chi Yan retreated, Yu Jian's mind gradually came to his senses. He nodded and looked at Chi Yan and said, "It's okay, let's continue."

Chi Yan put away his pen and shook his head, and said seriously, "I'm here today, it's getting late, I'll take you back to school first."

Yu Jianen said yes.

Everything has just begun, and there is no rush. Yu Jian is already very happy to have such a big harvest today.

There was also some uncontrollable joy in Chi Yan's eyes. After all, according to Dr. Chen, the desensitization process is a very long process.

Today's results are there, although the maintenance time is a bit short, but there is no rush, there is still a lot of time, take your time.

After the two of them finished their meal separated by two tables, Yu Jian carefully took out the painting, folded it in half, and put it in her bag.

By the time we finished eating, it was already getting late.

It was almost ten o'clock when Yu Jian returned to the dormitory.

He put away the messy sketch paper and pens on the dormitory table, and finally there was only one exquisite black and white decorative painting left on the table.

The date is coming to an end, and he intends to send the painting to the sponsor tomorrow.

For this painting, Yu Jian is not very sure of winning the award, but it doesn't matter.

At the beginning, I thought that I must win an award, and at the very least I should get an excellent one, but later I felt that it was unnecessary.

This painting is not only the work he used for the competition, but also the mood he always wanted to express.As long as he can earnestly complete him and know that he drew it bit by bit with his own pen, that's enough, and he has no regrets.

After Yu Jian washed and lay on the bed, she subconsciously raised her hand and touched her neck. The scars on it have not been completely removed, and there is still a little hard bump to touch, especially painful to the hand.

Although it was much more serious than before, Yu Jian still felt very happy. He could clearly feel that when he and Chi Yan were painting, they focused all their attention on the painting, and they didn't feel such an obvious sense of oppression around them. The body's reaction was not as resistant as it was at first.

As for why it suddenly flared up again later, Yu Jian is not clear either.

He just felt dizzy and was about to faint, and he couldn't hold on for a while, as if a bee flew into his ear, buzzing and buzzing all the time, usually, he would be in front of Chi Yan Pretended, but at that moment, he couldn't hold it anymore, and his whole body was spinning.