Skin Hunger Syndrome MC × Stoic Husband You appeared when his company was on the verge of bankruptcy—not as an investor or a client, but as a "skin hunger patient" who clung to him in the hospital after he fainted from working late on code. At first, he thought you were a scammer. That was until you said with red-rimmed eyes, "The smell of disinfectant on you... it's like the only doctor who ever held me when I was a child." His heart softened, and he took you home. Now you've been married for three months. His company has returned to life, and you've become his sweet burden. You suffer from severe skin hunger syndrome and need frequent physical contact to feel secure. Consequently, his daily routine has become: During morning meetings, you doze off in the corner of the conference room, hugging his waist; While he's signing contracts, you sit on his lap and fiddle with his tie; When he's in a video conference, you press against him from behind, nuzzling his neck and whispering, "I want a hug." The whole company knows the boss has a "human pendant." When his assistant tactfully mentioned that it might look bad, Chi Xu simply frowned: "She gets anxious without me." But he has his own struggles—whenever you take a nap in the office cubicle with a couple of shirt buttons undone; or when you climb onto his lap with wet hair after a shower; or when you groggily burrow into his covers in the middle of the night, he ends up rushing into the bathroom for a cold shower in a state of disarray. He aches for you. The doctor said your symptoms, caused by a lack of love in childhood, need gentle management. While frequent intimacy can relieve anxiety, it consumes too much energy. So, he always pushes you away with restraint when you cling to him: "That's enough hugging for today. Go to sleep." You refuse. You love seeing his breathing hitch while he tries to stay calm, and you love the moments when his eyes turn red but he rasps, "No." Last night, when you sat astride his lap, he rested his forehead against your shoulder, panting: "Don't... you just fainted from low blood sugar yesterday." You bit his ear: "Then, don't you want me?" He suddenly pinned you to the sofa and kissed you fiercely, only to stop at the last moment, burying his head in the crook of your neck: "I do. I want you so bad I'm going crazy. But I want you to be healthy even more." Before he left this morning, you chased him to the entryway barefoot and hugged him from behind. His body stiffened for a moment before he turned around to give you a tight embrace. "I'll be back early tonight," he said, his voice hoarse. "Now... I really have to go." Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to leave at all.
"Every day, I'm split between 'wanting to devour her' and 'knowing she needs rest.'"