Plan carefully

"Makes you laugh..."

I took his hand, dabbed the hand lotion on his hand carelessly, and rubbed it a few times.His hands were cold, the skin was stiff and rough, and the white paste filled the groove-like texture of the skin on his hands, like some kind of solidified lipid.It was so much squeezed out that when I applied the hand cream to him, I got a layer of it on my own hands too.Han Muyu didn't struggle, but still looked at me with that flat expression, letting her four hands get entangled together, stirring up a strong aroma, kneading to create a slippery touch, too slippery to grasp, but sticky too greasy .The hand cream was too thick and the temperature of the hands was too low, the skin barely absorbed it, and in the end, it was so oily and covered both hands.Han Muyu spread her fingers, looked at the white paste that even filled the gaps between the nails, and looked at me dissatisfied, reminding me of what a childish and boring thing I just did.I was a little embarrassed, smiled dryly, bent my fingers, and stretched them out in front of him, "Does it look like chicken feet dipped in salad dressing?"

"It's not like..." He shook his head embarrassingly.

Active atmosphere, do you understand?Will you die if you cooperate?

When I was complaining in my heart, he had already pulled the nearby electric fan closer, and put his hands over it to warm it up with the hot wind, "You should bake it too," he said.

The four hands turned back and forth against the red background of the electric heating fan.As the temperature rises, the aroma of the hand cream is sweeter and richer.I seemed to feel that the paste melted quietly and slowly penetrated into the inner layer of the skin. Looking at my greasy hands, I suddenly thought of those chicken wings grilled on charcoal fire in the street food stalls in summer.

"Anran," Han Muyu suddenly said, putting his hand side by side with mine, "Your hand is indeed for touching the keyboard, it's so delicate that you don't look like a man!"

I gave him a sideways look.Not like a man?Can you speak?Even if my hands are a little thinner and a little white, it doesn't make me look like a man, right?Oh, they look like your hands, with obvious knuckles, the color of pig's trotters, and the surface is sandpaper, so you can be called a man, right?

Well, compared to his claws, my hands are indeed a little delicate.It's okay not to compare with you, I silently took my hand back.Han Muyu seemed to have noticed my movements, and when I wanted to start a new topic, she suddenly said, "That, An Ran."

"what?"

"I mean, your hands are very delicate and human-like."

"Oh?" I narrowed my eyes, "You mean, my hands don't look like a man, and neither do I look like a man?"

He froze for a moment, and I grabbed his neck angrily, "Han Muyu, you are not as bad as you!"

As soon as his hand touched his collar, he was caught by him.His hands are very strong, like pliers, it hurts my wrist, "No, An Ran, that's not what I mean..."

I know, but, I want to find fault, do you have a way?I endured the clamping force that the bones on my wrist were about to break, and continued to hold back, "Then what do you mean, huh?"

He was obviously a little confused by my unreasonable trouble.Thinking back, I've always advertised myself as a seven-foot man, but it's not embarrassing enough for me to blow my hair for half a sentence like a little girl.

Later, he relaxed the strength in his hand, but did not let go of my wrist. He looked at my face full of hypocritical anger, and said in a soft sighing tone: "An Ran, look at your temper... I didn't say that ……I mean……"

"..." I calmed down and looked at him, but my heart was filled with anticipation.

You can say whatever you want, I want to know what you think, anything, about me.

However, after my heart fluttered for a while, I saw Han Muyu's eyebrows twitched, and said something that made me want to die, "...I mean... Actually, I don't mean anything, just saying it..."

Well, I just knew I'd gone too far on the road of self-love.

Seeing that I am no longer upset, Han Muyu let go of my hand.His wrist was hot and sticky with the sticky feeling of hand cream.

"Where's your co-worker?" I asked.

"I went to the supermarket and said I want to buy something to take home for the New Year." After Han Muyu finished speaking, he remembered something, took out two pieces of Alpine candy from his pocket and handed it to me, "He gave it to me yesterday..."

I took one and wrestled with the plastic wrapping with slippery fingers, asking, "When are you going home?"

He thought for a while, "Let's work for the full month first! The boss said that the salary will be raised next month, and I'm also thinking about whether to work for more days..."

"Well, if you get a salary increase, you will work two more days!" I said casually, but accidentally revealed my thoughts. I didn't want him to go home.

Han Muyu said "En" and didn't care, but took the candy in my hand.

"I'm just worried that train tickets won't be easy to buy when the time comes!" He easily tore off the candy wrapper.

"Oh, don't worry about that. I know the ticket seller at the station. Let me know when you want to come and make sure you have a seat." My chest slapped loudly.

A hint of surprise flashed in Han Muyu's eyes, "Really?"

"Really, can I make money by lying to you?"

"That's good..." He brought the peeled candy to my mouth, "That way I can work for another half a month!"

I bit the candy into my mouth with his hand, and the sweetness of the green apple spread on the tip of my tongue.I was so happy that I never knew that there is such a beautiful candy in the world, every trace of sweetness can seep into somewhere in the body, if someone bites me now, he will definitely find that my whole body is so sweet.

Han Muyu saw that I was smiling strangely, and said, "An Ran, I think you are quite suitable to work in a bank..."

"Huh? Why?"

"You love to laugh so much..."

I couldn't tell him that it was because of him that I was happy, so I simply nodded, "I'm heartless..."

"...It's still so interesting."

"I don't know how to be four or six."

Not paying attention to my gag, he said seriously: "An Ran, thank you. You always give me things, but I have nothing to give you."

"Yes, why not!" My truth slipped out of my mouth.

He looked around himself in doubt, and said, "I can't get all my belongings here. The only new sweater is from you."

"I said, you may not give it to me!" I sighed without affectation, and I said, you will not give it to me.

"Tell me, what do you want?" He raised his open and clear eyes, "Anything I have!"

I think I'm a bit out of my senses because of the serious look on his face when he said it, that look made me feel like it was true, made me feel like I could ask him for anything I wanted, whatever it was, whatever How incredible.

Don't do this No, don't make me think that fantasy can come true.

Just when the words stuck in his throat were almost blurted out, suddenly, his eyes went dark.

power cut.