Nǐ bào wǒ yīxià

Xie Jiaran deals with mild skin hunger syndrome, however, he also has severe mysophobia, to the extent that he even considers whether he has wet wipes on him before shaking hands with others.

Thus, whenever his skin hunger breaks out, he can only resort to sleep to numb himself. Fortunately, the symptoms are relatively mild to be considered painful.

However, all of this was mercilessly disrupted after Liang Sunian moved into the dormitory.

To his surprise, he actually showed no resistance to this person’s closeness. Even as Liang Sunian stood off the court, lifting the hem of his shirt to drink water after playing basketball, an irresistible urge to be tightly held in his arms surged within him.

As the sleep therapy failed, his skin hunger syndrome worsened.

…….

One late night, Liang Sunian, who was suffering from insomnia due to the heat, got up shirtless and went to cool off on the balcony. He appeared bewildered as he stared at Xie Jiaran.

“What?” Liang Sunian felt he was hallucinating due to the heat getting to his head.

How could his typically aloof roommate, even while casting such a glance that seemed like granting a favor, say such words to him?

Xie Jiaran fell silent for a moment. He repeated the previous words in his usual cold tone, trying to stay composed yet inevitably conveying a hint of resignation:

“Liang Sunian, could you please hug me for a while?”