Give Me A Hug (BL)

Chapter 19[ Come]

After returning to the room after dinner, Xie Jiaran received a WeChat message from Liang Sunian, which contained a photo of Chanchan sleeping on his back on the floor.

It turns over its furry belly and lets people touch it, curls up its paws and squints its eyes, looking very comfortable.

Xie Jiaran enlarged the photo and took a quick look at the kitten before fixing his eyes on the hands that were rubbing the cat's belly.

Very white, with clear bones under the skin.

His knuckles were long and slender, his nails were neatly trimmed, and he made a casual bending movement very beautiful.

Xie Jiaran looked at it for a while before closing the large picture and slowly replying, "Very cute."

It took a while for the other side to reply. The first message was still a photo, and the second one was text:

Previous years: [Look, I told you, this little pervert only picks the good-looking ones to chew on O^O]

It is still a man and a cat, but this time it is not the hands that appear in the shot, but the entire part above the neck and below the mouth.

The photo was captured at the moment when the kitten was holding his cheek and biting his jaw with its baby teeth. The slightly tilted back movement made the jawline on the side of the face clearer.

Looking up, the corners of his mouth are raised in joy, and looking down, there is a protruding Adam's apple, and half of his bony collarbone is exposed because a button of his white shirt is undone.

This time, Xie Jiaran didn't even bother to look at the kitten.

His eyes wandered over Liang Sunian's body, and the picture he captured was extremely clean and beautiful, which reminded him of the black butterfly he saw when he was waiting at the door of his house in the afternoon.

If it could just stay on this collarbone and occasionally flap its wings...

The romantic and imaginative little artist touched his slightly hot eartips and silently saved the photo in his photo album.

By the way, let's also post the picture of the belly being rubbed.

The other party seemed to be idle and had nothing to do, chatting with him about meaningless small things.

Xie Jiaran could imagine his current state - bored and watching live game broadcasts while holding his cat amid the noisy shouting of a group of internet-addicted teenagers. Occasionally, when he saw something interesting, he would pick up his phone to share it with him.

Xie Jiaran was not good at chatting and didn't know how to find topics to talk about. He could only respond simply to whatever Liang Sunian said to show that he was still there.

He came back with a backpack with nothing in it, except for the dormitory key, a charger, and the notebook he bought at the school gate.

He spread out his notebook on the table, but couldn't find the few watercolor brushes he had kept at home for convenience.

I searched the drawer and pen holder for a long time but couldn't find it, so I had no choice but to open a new box of paint.

Liang Sunian's message ended at 11:46, and the light in his room remained on until nearly five in the morning.

He slept for about three hours. In his dreams, there was always a black butterfly flying around and disturbing him. When he woke up, he felt dizzy, as if he was thrown into a cloud hanging in the air. He felt weightless and insecure, and his blood was tickled by the gentle touch.