give me a hug

Lin Shan had just finished watching a movie with her boyfriend, bought a cake and came back to pass the teaching building. When she found that the lights in the classroom were still on, she knew that Xie Jiaran hadn't left yet.

In the friendly mind of reminding him to go back to rest early and giving him a cake to taste, he turned into the teaching building, but he never expected to encounter such a scene.

In the corner of the classroom, two boys were hugging and sitting together.

One lowered his head and drooped his brows and eyes, with a well-behaved and serious expression, and the other was resting his head on his shoulder, and he couldn't see his expression clearly, but from his wonderful angle, it seemed that the latter was kissing the side of the former's neck.

It's so hard to die, he happened to know both of them.

"..."

me, fuck...

dumbfounded.

In addition to dumbfounded or dumbfounded.

Lin Shan is completely Spartan.

I couldn't believe my little eyes.

That person who sits obediently in someone else's arms without arguing is sure that he is the same person as Xie Jiaran, a severe cleanliness patient he knows?

Not pierced by the soul? ?

Didn't get hit in the head by a meteorite? ? ?

Aren't they straight? ! ! !

Lin Shan looked at them stupidly, then looked down at the cake in her hand, then at them...

After a long while, everyone gave a thumbs up in admiration, and exited the door in a daze of prosperity.

Cattle!

After Xie Jiaran finished drawing a vivid strawberry, Liang Sunian hadn't woken up yet.

So he put down the brush, turned his head slightly, and his eyes fell on his face.

This was the first time he looked at a person from such a miraculous perspective, so close that he could count Liang Sunian's distinct eyelashes.

It's really a superior look.

No flaws can be found even at such a short distance, and the enlarged facial features are still so delicate and pleasing to the eye.

The brows are deep and clear, even if the most outstanding pair of eyes are lightly closed at this time without leaving a gap, they can still easily make people unable to move their eyes.

People who study art are most likely to be immersed in beautiful things.

Xie Jiaran carefully admired Liang Suinian from the center of his brows to the end of his eyes, from his cheeks to the side of his lips with a pure and objective mood.

The curvature from the bridge of the nose to the tip of the nose is a little outrageous.

His hands were a little itchy, and he couldn't help moving his fingertips, almost reaching out to touch them.

Fortunately, the rein of reason grabbed him in time.

The strawberry print is almost done, Xie Jiaran tentatively poked it, and then looked at the pulp of his finger.

Well, no paint on it.

So he poked it again, two times, three times...

It wasn't until the hand curled up its fingers unbearably disturbed by him that he turned his head again and met Liang Suinian's half-closed eyes with effort.

With laziness and sleepiness, it is still radiant.

When their eyes collided, Xie Jiaran was stunned for a moment.

He thought he would be asked what time it is, but Liang Suinian barely opened his eyes for a few seconds and then closed them again, then hugged him tightly again like a fool, buried his face on his shoulder and lazily rubbed against him.

Being treated as a hug pillow, Xie Jiaran's eyelids flapped twice quickly, and the pressed shoulder froze unnaturally again.

Still a little numb.

Liang Suinian slowed down for a while, pulled his thoughts out of the chaos of sleep, looked up and saw Xie Jiaran looking at him with the corners of his mouth pursed.

"What's the matter?" He asked with a smile, his voice was slightly hoarse when he just woke up, which was very nice.

Xie Jiaran's earlobe was a little numb, resisting the urge to rub it with his hands, his eyes wandered around his face, and suddenly asked: "Liang Suinian, are you a mixed race?"

Liang Suinian raised his brows lightly: "Why do you ask such a question all of a sudden?"

"Here you are," Xie Jiaran raised his hand, and lightly tapped the area between his eyebrows with the pulp of his index finger: "It's a little bit different from Asians."

His body temperature was not high, at least not higher than him, Liang Suinian felt that the place touched was cool and slightly crisp.

"Amazing, you discovered all of this."

He smiled and said, "Forget it, my grandma is French, I barely have a quarter of French blood, but it's useless, the dominant gene of Asian blood is too strong, and it's useless if you mix it up. Come out big."

"It's not useless, it can be seen, it's obvious." Xie Jiaran had a serious expression: "And it's very beautiful."

It was not the first time that Liang Suinian was praised for his good looks, but it was the first time he was praised so seriously and objectively without emotion.

I have to say, it feels a little weird.

He thought, maybe this is the magic of the artist.

"Well, indeed." He also imitated his serious expression, but forgot to hide the smile in his eyes: "It seems to be a little useful to be praised by future great artists."

At the end, I did not forget to express my sincere thanks: "You are also very beautiful."

Xie Jiaran felt that he was joking with her, so she pursed her lips and did not answer.

"Did you finish painting practice?" Liang Suinian changed the topic.

Xie Jiaran nodded in response: "The painting is finished."

Liang Suinian: "Is that better?"

Xie Jiaran hummed lightly: "It's better, let's go back, it's almost nine o'clock."

Only now did Liang Suinian realize that it was completely dark outside.

"Okay." He put him down: "I'll go to the bathroom first, and I'll wait for you in the corridor later."

"it is good."

As soon as he left, the sense of loss that was empty and bottomless emerged.

In fact, it was completely within the tolerable range, but Xie Jiaran, who had just stepped out of her comfort zone, still frowned subconsciously.

Shaking his head and trying to throw it away, he began to bend down and pack his things seriously.

There are very few things to take back to the dormitory, only an unfinished sketch practice draft.

Attached is a bag of waste paper and garbage to be thrown at the collection point downstairs in the teaching building.

After turning off the lights and locking the door, Xie Jiaran turned around and saw a casual figure leaning on the corner of the balcony playing with his mobile phone with his head down from afar.

Carrying the bag and walking up to him to talk, Liang Suinian had already put away the phone first, took the garbage bag from his hand generously, and held him with his free other hand, pressing his palm tightly.

"?"

Xie Jiaran looked up at him.

Liang Suinian said: "It's much better, which means it's not perfect."

He raised their hands and shook them: "It's not easy to help you when you go back to the dormitory, so it's okay to lead them back like this?"

"Don't worry, there are no people on the road at this point, and you won't be seen."