Zhou Wang closed his eyelids with trembling eyes, trying hard to suppress the images that kept flashing through his mind. The surging emotions almost overwhelmed him.
With his head lowered, his emotions were obscured by shadows and became unclear.
The source of palm warmth became his only source of support.
Chen Yun moved a little closer to him, looked at his left hand with ten fingers clasped together, thought for a moment, and then quietly covered it with his right hand.
Although she didn't know that the person who was fine just now had become a different person as if his soul had been taken away, it would be fine if she was just afraid of thunder, but she was afraid that there was some other cause and effect involved.
To a heart in trouble, any words seem pale and powerless.
Chen Yun tilted his head, "Come closer."
The voice was extremely beautiful amid the noisy rain and thunder.
Zhou Wang didn't open his eyes and moved his body.
Until his shoulders sank, the man raised his eyelids, and a pair of slender, bony, and beautiful fingers appeared under his eyelids.
To be precise, he held her hand and placed it on his leg.
The emotions came and went quickly, even if it was just for a moment, they were clearly exposed in front of her.
He wasn't usually like this, he just didn't like this kind of weather, but he almost never lost control.
Maybe I was tired these past few days, so my emotions took advantage of me today.
Zhou Wang turned his face slightly to the side and rubbed her head affectionately, his voice a little hoarse, "Are you scared?"
Shen Yun flatly denied it, “No.”
My eyes fixed on the scar on the back of his hand, and I couldn't help but touch it.
He asked softly, "Will it hurt?"
She didn't ask where it hurt, but Zhou Wang knew what she meant by the touch of the back of her hand.
He didn't remember how the scar on the back of his hand came about, it had been there as long as he could remember.
There are more than just the backs of the hands that have scars.
"Itchy." Concise and to the point.
Chen Yun paused, "Then let me scratch it for you?"
Without waiting for his answer, she scratched his skin a few times with her round nails.
His nails rubbed the back of his hand very lightly, as if he was afraid of scratching his skin.
Zhou Wang's eyes were fixed, his voice stuck in his throat, his heart was contracting, and he couldn't tell whether it was uncomfortable or comfortable.
In short, he didn't want to say anything to ruin this moment of tenderness.
Shen Yun scratched it for a while, his eyes lingering on his bony hands for a moment, and suddenly he remembered the photo he had sent.
A hand appears inadvertently in the camera.
She took the time to look at the enthusiastic comments from netizens and found that there were more people praising her than praising her hands.
Many netizens are looking for the man behind the hand.
Men are not in the mood to take pictures now, but men’s hands can be used as a bonus to form a nine-square grid.
Chen Yun poked him with his head and shouted, "Brother..."
Dragging a soft tone, shouting into the heart.
"Hmm?" Zhou Wang returned to normal, the turmoil hidden in his eyes gradually fading away. "What do you want to do?"
Look at the way she said it, as if there must be something wrong if she called him.
Chen Yun noticed that his tone had softened, and his heart relaxed, and his body also relaxed. He continued to lean on his shoulder bonelessly, and tapped the back of his hand with his fingertips, "Can you lend me your hand~"
Zhou Wang thought he was hallucinating. He had only heard of people borrowing things before, but this was the first time he heard someone borrowing a hand. His eyes were deep and his voice unconsciously became hoarse. "How do you want to use it?"
"Think" and "use" are obviously the simplest questions, but when they come out of his mouth, there is always an unclear meaning.
Chen Yun hesitated for a moment, then turned his head and asked, "Can your hands withstand the rumors?"
His shoulders relaxed, and Zhou Wang chuckled sideways, "Why don't you just ask me directly if I can withstand the rumors."
There is no need to be so blunt.
Shen Yun's gaze met his deep black eyes, and she looked down along his outline, his high nose bridge, thin lips, and protruding Adam's apple. She stopped in time, shifted her eyes, and reached out to touch her ears uncomfortably.
"Well, I took a photo during the day and accidentally captured your hand, which attracted a lot of hand-envying fans."
Chen Yun fumbled around in his seat, fumbled for his phone, found the comments under the post and showed them to him, "Although most of them compliment you, there are a few who disagree with your aesthetic."
Zhou Wang hummed, "Do you think it looks good?"
He doesn't care about other people's opinions. He may not be happy even if he is praised like a flower, and he doesn't feel it affects his mood even if he is criticized as trash.
"Of course it looks good!" Chen Yun pulled his hand up to his face, praising him non-stop. "I was just obsessed with taking a full-scale photo of him. Now the lighting and atmosphere are perfect, all I need is a nod from the owner of the hand."
Zhou Wang curled his lips and said, "I'm in a bad mood and don't want to shoot."
Shen Yun's enthusiasm was instantly extinguished.
"Or, you can coax me?"
Shen Yun's thoughts came alive.
For her, it is easy to say coaxing words!
"Brother's hands are not ordinary hands, they are elegant works of art carefully carved."
"They say hands are a man's second face. Just by looking at my brother's hands, I can tell he has a captivating face."
“…”
Chen Yun couldn't let go of it, and a faint sense of dissatisfaction came from his ear.
"I asked you to coax me, not to praise him."
Chen Yun glanced at him in confusion. Isn't praising his hand the same as praising him? Wouldn't it make him feel better if he was praised?
Why are you still so picky about your own hands?
Shen Yun pondered the difference between coaxing and praising.
Is there any difference?
To make people happy is just to praise them in different ways.
It was the middle of the night and there was no village or shop, and it was raining heavily, so she couldn't take him to buy what he liked.
There was no way to take him to eat delicious food to drive away his bad mood.
Praising him didn't touch his heart...
Seeing her lost in thought, Zhou Wang coughed lightly and whispered a reminder, "If you act a little coquettishly, maybe I'll soften my heart."
Chen Yun's eyes lit up, and without hesitation, she immediately hugged his arm and leaned on him, saying sweetly, "Brother~ You're the best, lend it to me~"
He shook his arms a few times and said, "Just take two pictures. I promise they will be super beautiful."
Zhou Wang didn't know what was wrong with him, as if he was possessed by a demon. He just wanted to see her clinging to him, so he casually asked, "Do you want to see it or do the netizens want to see it?"
Chen Yun said without hesitation, "Netizens want to see it."
If it weren't for the enthusiasm of netizens, she really wouldn't have thought of clapping his hands.
"Hmm?" Zhou Wang said coldly.
Chen Yun's sharp ears could tell something was wrong. It wasn't what he wanted to hear, so he made a quick decision, "I want to see it more than the netizens do."
"If I don't film it, I won't be able to sleep."
The three-minute whim reached its peak at this moment.
Zhou Wang was dissatisfied with her perfunctory response, "What's so good about her hands?"
Chen Yun opened his mouth and asked, "What's so good about those legs?"
Just say it, but she also explained, "Don't you men also control legs? We control hands and the control position is different."
Zhou Wang gave her a cold look and said, "Do you know what it's like to be obsessed with a man's legs?"
What do men think of legs? Isn't it just about looking good? Just like face control, voice control, and abdominal muscle control, it's all about looking good and sounding good...
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