Touching Little Hands

"Go to sleep."

The end credits had just appeared.

Zhao Yuheng simply closed the computer and casually unplugged the power cord.

He didn't say anything like "go back to your bed," and he didn't even bother to turn over and crawl into bed.

He sprawled out on the bed, buried his head in the pillow, and let out a long sigh of relief.

As he lowered his hand, it seemed to have a mind of its own, naturally placing it on Jin Bao'er's waist.

It was neither too light nor too heavy, carrying a sense of "you're right here, don't even think about going anywhere else."

Jin Bao'er froze instantly.

My body was so tense, like a stone, that I even forgot to breathe.

In the darkness, I could hear Zhao Yuheng's breathing gradually becoming steady, carrying the warmth of his recent shower.

The powerful hand didn't stay still for long; it slowly slid down his waist and finally landed on Jin Bao'er's left hand, which was placed at her side.

A warm palm covered me, and my rough fingertips unconsciously caressed me.

Then, without warning, the extra sixth finger landed on Zhao Yuheng's fingertip.

"Heng-ge..."

Jin Bao'er's voice trembled violently, and her heart felt as if it were being squeezed tightly by an invisible hand.

This finger has been his nightmare since childhood.

In elementary school, my classmates called me a "monster," and in junior high, my friends called me "disgusting."

So he developed the habit of eating with his right hand, writing with his right hand, and even trying to hide his left hand when picking things up.

This is his most hidden and unbearable inferiority complex.

But now, the person he cares about most is gently stroking it with his large, calloused hands, which are burning hot.

Those calluses were marks left from years of playing basketball and lifting weights. They felt a bit rough when they rubbed against my skin, yet they were incredibly hot.

Jin Bao'er held her breath, waiting for the possible "Huh?" or a dismissive withdrawal.

But nothing happened.

Zhao Yuheng acted as if he were handling a rare treasure, or as if he were comforting a spoiled child.

His fingers gently circled the extra finger, the movement incredibly tender.

In Zhao Yuheng's subconscious, this was only a part of Jin Bao'er.

He wasn't touching some deformed monster, but rather Jinbao'er's hand.

It was Jin Bao'er's hand, the one who brought him hot breakfast, saved him a seat, and watched movies with him.

There was no scrutiny or inquiry in this action, only a deep, subconscious liking.

It's as if it's saying: No matter what you are like, you're mine.

Jin Bao'er's nose tingled, and her eyes instantly welled up with tears.

It felt like something had hit me hard in the heart; it was both sore and swollen.

Finally, it turned into a hot, warm current, flowing down my cheeks and into the pillow.

It turns out that this wasn't something shameful at all.

It turns out that in Heng Ge's eyes, this was something that deserved to be cherished.

Jin Bao'er closed her eyes, letting her tears fall silently.

He gently grasped Zhao Yuheng's rough, large hand and buried his face in the crook of his neck.

How could Zhao Yuheng, with such a person, not fall for him?

What should he offer in return?

Perhaps, the only option is to give him everything I have.

……

Jin Bao'er checked the weather forecast and it said there would be no rain the next day.

As it turned out, it started pouring rain when school was over.

Like most people, Jin Bao'er and Zhao Yuheng waited on the first floor for the rain to stop for a while.

But after waiting for more than 10 minutes, the rain still did not subside.

I was thinking about the classes I had in the afternoon.

If we waste time here, we won't even have time for our afternoon nap.

Just as the two were about to rush into the rain.

Suddenly a soft female voice rang out.

"Zhao Yuheng, don't you have umbrellas? Can you use mine?"

Jin Bao'er and Zhao Yuheng looked in the direction of the sound.

Yang Hui handed over a white umbrella.

Of course, she handed it to Zhao Yuheng.

She smiled sweetly and looked up at Zhao Yuheng.

Upon seeing this, Jin Bao'er felt a pang of sadness once again.

Yang Hui is in their class.

He knew she had added Zhao Yuheng on WeChat and even said she wanted to pursue him.

Zhao Yuheng didn't delete her, and they would chat from time to time.

Just as Zhao Yuheng was about to take it, Jinbao suddenly spoke up: "No need, thank you."

Jin Bao'er's words immediately left Zhao Yuheng and Yang Hui speechless with embarrassment.

Zhao Yuheng had already reached out his hand, but upon seeing this, he suddenly pulled it back.

Actually, he hadn't thought that much about it. Since the other person was willing to lend him the umbrella, he just accepted it.

Anyway, I do have some feelings for her.

He's been single for over 20 years.

It's rare to find someone I click with, so I'll try to get to know them better.

But only to the extent that you want to know.

"Are you sure you don't need to?"

Yang Hui didn't look at Jin Bao'er, but looked up at Zhao Yuheng with a hint of grievance and expectation in her eyes.

The scene was extremely awkward.

Jin Bao'er, in particular, didn't know how he could say such a thing.

They were lending the umbrella to Zhao Yuheng, not to him.

On what grounds should he refuse?

but.

He saw Yang Hui smile at Heng Ge.

Looking at that white umbrella.

His heart felt like it was being soaked in vinegar, sour and bubbly.

It felt like someone had grabbed my heart so hard I couldn't breathe.

Most importantly, he has no right to speak.

He was a gay man who couldn't be seen in public, while Yang Hui was a bright and generous female classmate.

What right does he have to stand between them?

Just as he was wondering how to end this, Zhao Yuheng spoke up: "No need, we can just rush back later."

Having said that, he didn't wait for Yang Hui to speak again.

Zhao Yuheng pulled Jin Bao'er and walked out.

Jin Bao'er was pulled along by Zhao Yuheng the whole time, following him without thinking at all.

Just as he was about to leave, he saw Zhao Yuheng take off his black coat.

Then it landed directly on their heads.

And so I rushed into the rain.

Because he was taking care of Jinbao, Zhao Yuheng didn't run very fast.

During the run, Zhao Yuheng's arm was tightly wrapped around Jinbao's shoulder.

It was extremely hot.

Jin Bao'er was also feeling bad at this time.

Because he knew that Zhao Yuheng was protecting him.

He preferred to get soaked in the rain rather than take Yang Hui's umbrella.

At the same time, he was afraid that Zhao Yuheng would ask him why he wouldn't accept Yang Hui's umbrella.

Why?

Because I'm jealous.

Because I'm jealous.

Because I feel bad.

Every reason is too embarrassing to say, and every word is enough to destroy their current relationship.

Fortunately, Heng didn't ask.

But I'm also afraid he won't ask.

I'm afraid he'll overthink things, afraid he'll notice my abnormality, and even more afraid of the look of disgust in his eyes when he finds out the truth.

"Well... I might not like Yang Hui that much, so I don't really want to use her umbrella."

Jin Bao'er had no choice but to go against her conscience and make up a reason.

"Okay, then we won't need her umbrella anymore."

A deep, husky voice came from the man's right ear.

It remains as warm and powerful as ever.

I didn't ask why, and I didn't say no.

She resolutely stood on his side.

Jinbao felt even worse.

Tears streamed down my cheeks and fell to the ground; I couldn't tell which drop was rain and which was a tear.

He kept his brother Heng completely in the dark.

Every day, I'm being groped by a homosexual I despise.

He has to laugh and joke with a homosexual he despises every day.

Every day, he relentlessly pursues a homosexual person he despises.

If it were her, Jin Bao'er doesn't know how devastated she would be if she knew the truth.

He is a sinner.