give me a hug

Xie Jiaran's height just touched 180, while Liang Suinian was half a head taller than him, standing in front of Liang Suinian, he had to look up.

A person who can win the title of school grass should of course have an outstanding appearance.

But compared to the well-proportioned facial features, Liang Suinian's outstanding bones make his facial features three-dimensional and deep.

The pupils are light amber, and the brows are stern. When the face is expressionless, it will make people feel distanced, but because the boys are always smiling lazily, and the eyes are beautiful and affectionate, that sense of distance has long been forgotten. Grind to sevens and eights.

But at this moment, the smile that was always on the corner of the boy's mouth disappeared.

He looked at him slightly sideways, frowning slightly, with uncertain confusion in his eyes: "What?"

A roommate who has always been famous for not eating the world's fireworks and giving him a look like alms, how could he say such things to him in the middle of the night?

Is the other party sleepwalking, or is he hallucinating?

The news in the wechat group is still buzzing, but Liang Suinian feels that his cool ride is very unreal.

Xie Jiaran was impulsively forced to come here, stood in front of Liang Suinian, hesitated a thousand times before opening his mouth, only to realize that it was not as difficult as he imagined when he really said it.

Ruthlessly tearing off that layer of skin, he let go of his hand and repeated what he said just now in his usual cold voice.

Trying hard to be calm and calm, I still can't help but bring a bit of self-deprecation:

"Can you give me a hug?"

The jar was simply broken.

The worst case scenario is to be rejected and be treated as insane.

His eyes gradually lost focus while waiting, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed.

Almost out of his body, he thought that he still had the option of changing dormitories, it didn't matter, if changing dormitories failed, then he would move out.

Anyway, he was in Art Building, Liang Suinian was in Mingde Building, Tsinghua University is so big, they can never see each other until they graduate.

It’s not a big problem to rent a house around the school, but it’s just that you have to live far away from the school, the traffic is difficult, and it’s inconvenient to go to and from class——

"How to hug?"

Liang Suinian suddenly spoke, interrupting his thoughts that had already diverged into outer space: "Is this okay?"

Before Xie Jiaran had time to react, the other party clasped his shoulders and waist without any teacher, and hugged him lightly.

Liang Suinian's movements were very gentle, the smell of body wash on his body was very light and refreshing, and his nose was full of breath in a blink of an eye.

The palm touched the coveted skin and touched a completely unfamiliar temperature. After a moment of blankness, Xie Jiaran's mind quietly exploded into a gorgeous firework.

Before the central nervous system made an order, the body had already responded honestly—hugging Liang Sunian tightly, with a sense of impatience that couldn't be ignored.

The skin-to-skin contact greatly relieved his discomfort, and also bred his greed.

He is greedy for such intimate touch, every inch of the other's skin, every minute of temperature on the skin is tempting him.

When the side face was close to the side of the neck, he hesitated for half a second with the remaining rationality, and then rubbed against it without hesitation.

A tiny electric current passed through the surface of the skin, Xie Jiaran raised his jaw slightly, and narrowed his eyes comfortably.

Anyway, it's already like this, what else is he worried about?

Liang Suinian naturally clearly felt the movement of the person in his arms.

Contrary to his hot body temperature, Xie Jiaran's whole body is cool and cool. Because of his small frame, his stature is a little smaller than him, and it's cool to hug him.

Surprised that this world is really unpredictable.

It's like a kitten who is arrogant and indifferent to people suddenly gets loved.

Not only is he willing to take the initiative to talk to you, but he also coquettishly rubs against your feet to let you hug it. Not only can he hold claws, but it seems that even burying his belly is allowed.

But kittens like this are usually hungry, right?

Of course, he wouldn't be so stupid as to think that his roommate's sudden abnormality was also due to hunger.

"what happened to you?"

It was quiet at night, as if afraid of frightening him, Liang Suinian lowered his voice: "Are you feeling unwell?"

Xie Jiaran let out a muffled hum, and leaned on his shoulder surprisingly well-behaved.

"Have a cold?"

Liang Suinian inevitably touched the top of his hair. Different from his personality, the boy's hair is unbelievably soft: "It's less than twelve o'clock, and the dorm manager is probably still awake. Why don't you go downstairs and ask for a vacation to take you there?" Hospital?"

"It's not a cold. You don't need to go to the hospital. You... just give me a hug."

After Xie Jiaran finished speaking, she closed her eyes as if evading.

I played too many straight balls tonight, and I became more and more handy, and I almost accepted my incompetence.

He felt that Liang Suinian was probably guessing whether he was out of his mind.

So before the other party asked this question, he resignedly chose to take the initiative to show his cards: "Liang Suinian, I have skin hunger and thirst."

The night breeze was cool, and Xie Jiaran's voice clearly entered Liang Sunian's eardrums.

Of course he knew about skin hunger.

It is a mental illness that is extremely inseparable from people. During the onset of symptoms, patients will be extremely eager to have skin contact with others or to be touched by others, otherwise they will have a strong sense of insecurity, as well as negative emotions such as inferiority complex, loneliness, and restlessness.

In severe cases, there will be physical discomfort, itching and pain all over the body.

But when Xie Jiaran said it, he suddenly didn't quite understand it.

"But aren't you a clean freak?"

How can the two extremes of desire for human contact and resistance to human contact appear in the same person at the same time?

"Yes, I have cleanliness, and it's worse than skin thirst, so before this, I have been enduring it."

He had never told anyone about this before, and it was the first time he said it today, revealing all the hardships he had endured alone in these years, inevitably with the emotion of complaining and venting.

"Every time the symptoms flare up, it's like there are countless ants running amok under my skin. I feel very uncomfortable, and I can't stop scratching the skin."

"There is no definite cure for this disease, and the doctors are helpless. I can only rely on forcing myself to sleep to relieve it. Fortunately, it is not serious enough and I can still handle it."

"But you showed up."

"My cleanliness is the only one that doesn't work on you, but my skin thirst is getting worse. It's reached the point where I can't even sleep. As soon as you appear, I can't help but want to get close to you, want to touch you..."

He almost couldn't hold back his emotions, and when he was keenly aware that there was a sense of blame in his words, he bit his lower lip to stop the topic in time, and closed his eyes in a collapse.

"I'm sorry." The cold voice fell.

He didn't mean to blame him, he just felt powerless and sad for his passivity.

"So, aren't you despising me?"

Liang Suinian didn't realize what he was blaming or blaming, his focus was strangely placed in another place, and his tone was slightly raised: "Isn't it because you get annoyed when you see me and want to hide away?"

"?"

what?

Xie Jiaran raised her head in astonishment, with a rare expression on her face: "When did I say I dislike you?"

Liang Su Nian understood.

A lazy smile gathered in his eyes again: "So you have been hiding from me everywhere, just because you are afraid of being discovered by me, and afraid that the more you come into contact with me, the symptoms will be more serious?"

Xie Jiaran's eyelashes trembled, and the little movement of nodding was a little uncomfortably stiff.

It turned out to be the case.

Liang Suinian was in a very good mood now, and asked him: "Since you're feeling uncomfortable, why didn't you ask me for help earlier?"

Xie Jiaran said honestly, "Because I don't know you well."

There are questions and answers, obedient like a child.

This reasonable reason made Liang Suinian a little dumbfounded, and thought for a while: "Can hugging once make you heal?"

"……cannot."

Does that mean he's in trouble?

Xie Jiaran frowned, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed.

The strength in his hands loosened, and he wanted to say something, but Liang Suinian asked again: "Does that mean you need to take off your clothes and hug you like this every time?"

His expression was serious without any impatience, as if he really just wanted to know about his situation: "It's fine when you're in the dormitory, but it might be inconvenient if you're outside or in the classroom."

"no……"

Xie Jiaran looked into his eyes, and his brain was a little short-circuited: "It's good to touch it a little, and only need to hug when it's serious, but there's no need to take off your clothes."

As soon as he finished speaking, Liang Suinian wrapped his left hand into his palm.

"Is it okay like this?" He shook his hand in a gesture.

Xie Jiaran's arm stiffened unconsciously, avoiding his stare uncomfortably, pursing the corners of his mouth and nodding silently.

"okay, I get it."

Liang Suinian smiled: "From now on, as long as you feel uncomfortable, I will be there whenever you are called, and you can touch it however you want."

"Don't worry, my mouth is very strict, and no one will say this."

Except for the surprise at the beginning, Liang Suinian accepted it quickly.

To put it lightly, it seems that Xie Jiaran is not suffering from rare skin thirst, but just a common cold, nothing surprising.

This made Xie Jiaran, who had been hiding his illness and did not dare to tell others, feel a little uncomfortable.

Liang Suinian hugged Xie Jiaran with one hand, looked down at the time, then closed WeChat, and asked him: "Are you feeling better now?"

Xie Jiaran hummed in a low voice: "It's much better."

"That's good."

Liang Suinian patted his back reassuringly, and withdrew his hand lightly: "It's quite late, if we stay up longer, we may not be able to get up in the morning, let's go, we should go to bed."

He yawned lazily, and before he turned around and took two steps, his wrist was grabbed.

"Anything else?" He asked back.

"Liang Suinian, is there anything you want, or do you need my help?"

Xie Jiaran stood on the spot and looked at him, his eyes were full of seriousness, and he almost put the words "reciprocity" on his forehead.

How can Liang Suinian need help?

I wanted to say no, but I was afraid that it would cause a psychological burden on the kid in front of me, so I said casually, "I can't think of it right now, I'll tell you when I think of it."

I don't want Xie Jiaran to be more difficult to pass than he imagined: "When?"

The pupils are so black that they are clear and free from impurities, exposing the persistence in the eyes clearly.

It's not the same as Xie Jiaran in the inherent impression.

Now he is like a beautiful cat who is eager to repay his kindness after being fed a small fish.

Liang Suinian looked at Xie Jiaran like this, for a long time, without warning, he laughed in a low voice, the cold moonlight spread on his face, and the warm temperature was contagious.

I couldn't help but raise my hand, and the palm of my hand fell on Mao Mao's soft hair and rubbed it twice: "Tomorrow, I have a ball game tomorrow afternoon."

"Come and bring me some water."