Ziyu spent the morning feeling Tian Xuning's hands touch him: on his waist, shoulders, neck, the curve of his hip, caressing the back of his head, his ears, his arms, forearms, and even his thigh and the back of his knee when they sat at the same table for lunch. Ziyu gave him surprised looks, as the touches were excessive today, making his head feel light and his thoughts disjointed, strange.

Tianziyu short story This story is in Ziyu's pov This is a work of fiction. The characters and events are imaginary, though the medical condition mentioned in the story is real.