CH 3

This obviously doesn't look like a good person.

The boy shivered slightly, his back almost leaning into the man's arms, his slender and fragile neck forced to tilt back, forming a beautiful curve.

Xia Zhinian's wrists were restrained in front of him, his eyes were also covered, and his whole body almost sank into the person behind him.

The man was tall and strong.

He had a faint scent of shower gel on his body.

Xia Zhinian's lips curled down slightly.

He was sure he couldn't beat him, and the chances of running away were not great.

A hero doesn't suffer from immediate losses. He resisted his instinct to struggle and avoid, and reluctantly moved forward a little, creating some distance. He lowered his voice and looked harmless.

"...Brother, can we talk?"

"I'm a patient who happened to pass by. I didn't see you, nor can I threaten you. How about we both take a step back and pretend we never came here?"

The person behind him chuckled softly, lowered his voice, and sounded very polite.

"How can I be sure you're not lying to me? What if you saw something?"

Xia Zhinian: "..."

He was in the dark, pouted his mouth, "If I saw something, you wouldn't cover my eyes."

Yan Ci raised a smile and looked at the person in his arms.

The surrounding light was dim, but the boy was still dazzlingly white. His body was thin under the hospital gown, his waist was slender, his head tilted back, his lips were naturally rosy, a bit nervous, and a bit unhappy.

He felt a little different from before.

Yan Ci didn't speak, his eyes fell on the place where his palm touched the boy's skin.

The other party suddenly became quiet, and Xia Zhinian didn't know what he wanted to do. He didn't anger him, and whispered tentatively.

"Why did you suddenly stop talking? And the one next to you, it's very scary to be so quiet."

Yan Ci moved his fingertips and pressed his fingertips on his skin. His tone was gentle.

"I'm sorry to scare you, but the more people talk, the more risk of exposure."

"Or, why don't you try to be a little braver?"

Xia Zhinian: "..."

What a shameless pervert.

He sounded young, and the one next to him should be similar.

Moreover, they didn't look like they were panicking and dealing with trouble after doing something illegal, nor did they have any intention of killing people to silence them. They spoke clearly and logically, and didn't seem to have taken any hallucinogenic drugs.

These two people probably didn't do drugs just now.

Xia Zhinian quickly judged in his head, and his left thumb unconsciously pressed on his index finger joint.

The Meng Chen next to him was stiff for a long time, his eyes staring blankly, not blinking at them, or rather, at the place where their skin touched.

The wrist that was caught, and the eye that was covered.

Meng Chen widened his eyes and looked at Yan Ci. He didn't make a sound, but mouthed-

"Brother Yan, you..."

Yan Ci ignored him, lowered his head and looked at Xia Zhinian. His long eyelashes drooped slightly, his black eyes were pure, and he looked curious.

Covering the boy's eyes with his palm, his fingertips moved slightly, rubbing against the warm and soft skin, and subconsciously pressed lightly.

The feeling of skin contact.

...Very strange.

The soft and warm body temperature came over, soothing the inch of skin tissue that seemed to be gnawed by insects all the time. The warm feeling flowed through, smoothing the nerves that were always sensitive and tense.

The unbearable itchiness and restlessness disappeared. The palm-sized contact almost soothed out all his irritability and longing for more than a decade.

He felt unprecedentedly comfortable.

And his cleanliness-

He didn't feel any disgust for the person in front of him.

Yan Ci's movements were light, without any obscene meaning, just couldn't help being surprised.

Xia Zhinian was tense all over.

He didn't like touching people, and the unfamiliar feeling made him more resistant in his heart. He couldn't help wanting to struggle and escape.

After confirming that these two were not criminals, Xia Zhinian lost some patience. He pursed his mouth and couldn't help whining.

"Brother, if you want to let me go, I won't call the police. If you want to kidnap me, can you give me a coat first? I'm a bit cold."

"You're quite demanding." Yan Ci was amused by him, his lips curled up, not annoyed, and asked him as if negotiating.

"What if I want to silence you just in case?"

Xia Zhinian's upper and lower teeth lightly touched each other, his long eyelashes slid over Yan Ci's palm, without hesitation.

"Then you'd better be quick."

The boy's tone was as calm as if he was discussing eating and drinking. Yan Ci looked at him more closely.

"You're overthinking."

He smiled and said, "We're not criminals. We don't do that kind of thing."

Yan Ci loosened his strength. "I'll let you go in a minute. You walk forward and don't look back. I'll remind you that if you look back within 20 meters, I have the confidence to catch you back."

If it's more than 20 meters, it's already dark now, and you can't see anything beyond 20 meters.

Xia Zhinian nodded, his wrist loosened, and his vision was restored. He walked forward until he entered the hospital building, without looking back.

Yan Ci watched his figure gradually disappear.

The warmth in his palm slowly dissipated, and the itching like being gnawed by insects slowly surged into his nerves again.

Meng Chen turned to Yan Ci, his expression uncertain whether it was shock or joy. "Brother Yan, he...is he useful for your condition?"

The increasingly severe cleanliness, and...the...

Skin hunger syndrome.

Yan Ci lowered his head and looked at his fingertips. The ink color in his eyes faded, and he chuckled softly.

"I'm not sure yet."

Xia Zhinian went back at night and took three baths before coming out of the bathroom. He kept an eye on the two men but found nothing. He had to temporarily remember it in his heart and went back to school for class.

In physical education class, Xia Zhinian sat on the stands. On the basketball court below, a handsome tall boy grabbed the ball and threw a three-pointer from afar. The stands suddenly erupted in cheers.

"Brother Chu is awesome! Brother Chu is domineering!"

"Chu Qingjian is so handsome!"

The handsome boy casually lifted up his jersey hem and wiped his sweat, revealing his clear abs. The stands screamed again.

Xia Zhinian leaned on his cheek and sat aside. Seeing this, he raised his lips. He was worthy of being the protagonist gong who could suppress Yan Ci's black-hearted filling.

In the original text, the protagonist gong and shou were sweet all the way. The shou was precious and black-hearted, the gong was enthusiastic and cheerful, and the two grew up together as childhood sweethearts.

Yan Ci exposed his true face in front of the gong in the later stage. The protagonist gong Chu Qingjian also accepted him without hesitation, and then Yan Ci became a bottom for love.

The CP interaction was sweet to the extreme.

He felt happy when he first crossed the book, thinking that it might be fun to watch the CP up close. Now he felt pain in his neck when he thought of Yan Ci, and subconsciously looked left and right.

The noble and gentle protagonist shou was talking to the teacher on the side of the playground, wearing a white shirt that was exceptionally eye-catching.

Xia Zhinian touched his neck and licked his mouth.

So what if he was white-skinned and black-hearted, and hit his neck? No matter how black-hearted he was, he still had to be pressed by the protagonist gong and moan.

Ha.

Xia Zhinian raised his lips slightly. The person over there suddenly looked up and met his eyes directly.

"..." Xia Zhinian's expression disappeared and he turned his head.

Yan Ci raised his eyebrows.

The boy had light hair color, and there was a bit of milky gold in the sunlight, which matched his amber eyes. He sat alone, and the classmates around him avoided him like a plague, wishing to stay three meters away from him.

Only one person approached.

Chu Qingjian was a bit annoyed, frowning and walking up to the stands, heading straight for Xia Zhinian.

Some people were secretly excited. The person next to him glanced at Xia Zhinian. "Sister, calm down. He's not here for you."

She snorted. "Chu Qingjian is too kind. He has been good enough to the Xia family. But some psychos should be sent to the police station and stop harming others at school."

"That's right. He always follows Chu Qingjian around, and always troubles Yan Ci. He caused the class leader to have a car accident, and also dragged the class leader into a cellar."

Xia Zhinian listened with a sigh.

He didn't explain, letting the classmates around him whisper. He flipped through the original owner's memory, staring at Chu Qingjian's direction. Seeing him coming, he stood up, smiled at him shyly and weirdly, and quickly lowered his head.

"Brother Chu."

Chu Qingjian had just finished playing basketball, with a hot body. He frowned at him. "I heard from Aunt Jiang that you were still feverish yesterday. Why are you in such a hurry to leave the hospital?"

That was for the plot, of course.

Xia Zhinian buried his head deeper, as if embarrassed. He took out a pink envelope with a big heart on it from his pocket and handed it over.

"Brother Chu, I'm fine. I just...just wanted to come to school...and see you more."

Ugh, Jiumin! Jiumin!

What kind of garbage cannon fodder garbage character is this!

Xia Zhinian was frenzy inside. Chu Qingjian also looked like he had swallowed overnight rice. His expression twisted instantly and he took a big step back.

"What is this! I've told you so many times I don't like you. Don't talk nonsense."

Xia Zhinian: "..."

Sorry. QAQ

Xia Zhinian saw him so resistant, his conscience self-blamed for two seconds. Two seconds later, for the sake of the original owner's early offline, and for him to go home early, he raised a bitter smile that was hurt but never gave up.

Then he lowered his head again and insisted on handing over the love letter, his voice as small as a mosquito.

"Brother Chu, this is for you."

"I don't want it!"

Chu Qingjian cursed and held it back. He turned his head and wanted to leave, muttering angrily. "I'm fucking full and have nothing to do with you."

He knew Xia Zhinian's nature too well.

Gloomy, perverted, unable to recognize his own position or see through other people's disguise.

Chu Qingjian was very annoyed. He walked away quickly, but suddenly thought of something. He stopped and turned back, viciously saying: "If you don't want to die, stay away from Yan Ci."

Xia Zhinian: "..."

Well, the protagonist gong was scared away by him, and he also said a harsh word for the protagonist shou.

The plot is complete.

Xia Zhinian breathed a sigh of relief, holding the envelope and wilting on the stands. He let the classmates around him mock him for a few minutes, acting sad and heartbroken. Then he took back the envelope and slipped away quietly when no one was paying attention.

There was no one in the classroom. Xia Zhinian sat in his seat and drank a few sips of cold water. His mouth curled down.

He didn't blame the protagonist gong for beating him with this personality. He wanted to hit himself.

Chu Qingjian had some history with the original owner. He was kind and took care of him at first, but the better he treated him, the more he overstepped his bounds.

Of course, this was after all a sweet novel. Every time the original owner provoked him, he was carrying out the task of advancing the feelings of the gong and shou.

Like today.

Although it was sunny now, it was clearly written in the original text that it would rain heavily when school was over in the afternoon.

And unfortunately, the protagonist shou's coat, was splashed with ink by the "Xia Zhinian" who was rejected in confession and felt jealous and resentful.

And when he found out, there were only Chu Qingjian and Yan Ci left in the classroom.

This borrowing a coat and an umbrella thing, back and forth, didn't the feelings heat up?

The unlucky one was only the humble transmigrator.

The transmigrator silently took out a bottle of red ink from his backpack.

He sneaked to the door and looked around. Seeing no one, Xia Zhinian closed the door and stood by Yan Ci's desk. He took a deep breath.

Yan Ci had covered him with a school uniform jacket in the cellar, which he threw away. This one was new, neatly folded in the desk hole, only showing a little edge.

He had never done this kind of thing before. He prepared himself mentally for two minutes and stiffly opened the ink bottle.

Before he opened it completely, the classroom door behind him suddenly squeaked and was gently pushed open. A cold wind blew-

A low and clear voice slowly sounded. "Classmate Xia...what are you doing by my seat?"