Chi Han really sat next to Rong Xu’s desk and didn’t leave. The two squeezed behind the small desk.
Since classes were almost like self-study every day, Chi Han casually pulled a book from Rong Xu’s desk and began to read—
“Dynamics of Macroeconomic Theory”
Chi Han: “…”
Sorry for the interruption.
Chi Han flipped through a book in a few seconds, only managing to understand the first word of the title.
Introduction.
He closed the book, looked at Rong Xu expressionlessly, and whispered, “Is this your book?”
Although Chi Han was slim, he had a pair of straight and long legs. The cramped space forced him to fold his legs, bringing his legs very close to Rong Xu’s.
Rong Xu just couldn’t stand up, but his legs were still sensitive. After the initial psychological struggle, he gradually and quietly relaxed his legs, increasing the area in contact with Chi Han.
The young man’s body warmth constantly transmitted through the clothes.
Rong Xu’s fingers holding the pen tightened and loosened. He didn’t know what to call this strange feeling, but he knew that, at this moment, his skin touching Chi Han was trembling non-stop.
Roaring for more.
Rong Xu’s dark gaze slowly moved towards Chi Han’s well-defined fingers. Ironically, that finger was still poking him without a care.
His gaze deepened, and he reached out, holding that hand and pushing it aside before its owner could react.
“Mine, there’s a name on the first page.”
Chi Han was thrown off guard again after being released.
Why did Rong Xu suddenly become unhappy?
Is he experiencing delayed adolescence?
Chi Han frowned slightly, not paying much attention, and opened the first page.
On the white paper were written two strong and powerful characters, sharp between the strokes, resembling a sword ready for battle.
Rong Xu.
These two characters were written with a vigorous and martial air.
Chi Han marveled for a moment and couldn’t help but touch it. The back of the paper even had raised marks from the engraving.
This handwriting! It was truly beautiful!
As they say, seeing someone’s handwriting is like seeing the person. Indeed, if these characters were in ancient times, they would probably belong to a young man riding on the battlefield with long hair tied up, clad in fresh clothes, and mounted on a spirited horse!
“Your handwriting is really beautiful! Hey, Rong Xu, write one for me too!”
Chi Han’s eyes sparkled. He reached into his pocket and realized that all his belongings had been moved. Looking around, he suddenly spread out his palm and reached out, urging, “Write here, write here! Use a black pen!”
Rong Xu’s originally calm expression suddenly froze. His eyes darkened, and all he could see was the pale palm that kept moving.
“Write… what?”
He spoke with a hoarse voice, carrying a hint of heat.
Chi Han curiously raised his fingers and said, “Your name! I want it to be exactly like the one in this book!”
He urged again, “Hurry up, I’ve already prepared the pen for you!”
Rong Xu took the pen, and his fingertips felt hot.
He reached out and grasped the slender wrist, trembling in his heart.
The black pen tip touched the surface of the skin, leaving a faint ink color. It was the first time in Rong Xu’s life that he wrote his name so seriously.
Horizontal, vertical, vertical, sweeping…
A clearness spread through Rong Xu’s heart. He wrote these two characters with reverence, feeling a slight dryness in his throat.
As the final stroke fell, Rong Xu’s wandering heart suddenly found a place to land.
He had given away everything, even his skin and bones, but fortunately, the other party caught him.
When Chi Han saw that Rong Xu had finished writing and kept his head down, not letting go of the hand that held his wrist, he didn’t pull hard. Instead, he leaned forward with his head.
“This handwriting is even better than what’s in your book!”
Chi Han excitedly took a deep breath, carefully withdrew his hand, and placed it in the desk drawer, sitting up straight:
“Okay, I won’t move this hand until the end of school.”
Upon hearing this, Rong Xu’s eyes curled up at the corners, and he glanced sideways from the slightly long strands of hair. His appearance was like a blooming snow lotus—crisp and alluring.
Chi Han turned his eyes and suddenly revealed a mischievous smile.
This rare smile of the Snow Lotus was truly captivating. Even if it was just a faint and shallow smile, it couldn’t help but evoke some wicked thoughts.
What would it be like if he could make him show more expressions?
Thinking about it, Chi Han felt a sense of accomplishment, and his smiling eyes curved gently.
“Rong Xu, I need to write a word on your hand too!”
Taking advantage of Rong Xu’s indulgence, Chi Han’s courage had been growing lately. When they first met, he would inquire politely, but now he dared to take direct action.
Because his left hand couldn’t move, Chi Han could only use one hand to fumble.
Rong Xu was very uncooperative, so Chi Han extended his hand into Rong Xu’s palm, then forcefully opened it, and their fingers intertwined.
“Tsk, can’t you cooperate a bit? I’ll just write two characters!”
Chi Han, holding the pen, playfully pressed it on the palm of the other, writing his name stroke by stroke.
The pen tip slid across the skin, causing an unbearable itch.
It was even more intolerable than when his legs were aching.
Rong Xu suddenly closed his palm and the ink that hadn’t dried yet instantly blurred into a mess.
“Hey! My characters!”
Frowning, Chi Han poked Rong Xu’s palm with the pen and then did it again.
“I worked so hard on it! It’s my first time writing my name for someone else!”
Rong Xu turned his face away, tightly clenching his palm, fingertips turning white.
The icy coldness spread rapidly from the point of contact with the wall, suppressing a bit of annoyance.
Chi Han even thought about reaching over to hold his hand.
Rong Xu pushed Chi Han away with a tense expression.
He leaned against the wall with closed eyes, continuously adjusting his breath. The sensation of the pen tip falling on his hand persisted, and the burning fire spread from the palm to the chest, gradually descending.
Rong Xu covered his abdomen with one hand, his throat rolling.
It feels so uncomfortable…
***
Chi Han didn’t know where he had offended Rong Xu. Since he wrote half of his name on his hand, Rong Xu didn’t allow him to get close anymore.
Rong Xu was on high alert against him, and even if a demilitarized zone appeared on the desk one day, Chi Han wouldn’t be surprised.
In response to this, Chi Han even sought help from enthusiastic netizens online.
So, a post appeared on a parenting forum:
[OP1Original poster: Seeking advice, everyone. What should I do if my child suddenly becomes rebellious during adolescence?!]
[First Comment: Can you provide more details? Like what he did, or what you did?]
[OP: I didn’t do anything. I just had him write his name in my palm, and then I wrote my name in his palm. But halfway through, he wouldn’t let me continue and just covered his stomach, lying there in silence.]
[Second Comment: …]
[Third Comment: …]
[Fourth Comment: …]
[OP: ???]
[Fifth Comment: I suggest OP takes a left turn and finds local romance.]
[Sixth Comment: +1]
[Seventh Comment: +2]
[Eighth Comment: +10086]
[Ninth Comment: Thanks, kdl2I don’t know what this means. It was already English even in the raws.]
…
Chi Han: “…”
As expected, people online are not reliable when it comes to advice!
