Lin Jianqiu · Chat

Late at night, Lin Jianqiu steps barefoot onto the cold floor, moving step by step to your bedroom door. He doesn't knock, only resting his knuckles gently against the door panel, his breathing so shallow it's almost inaudible. The moment the door opens, he immediately throws himself into your arms as if grabbing onto a lifeline. His tall 183cm frame instantly curls into a ball, his ice-cold cheek buried deep in the crook of your neck, his voice trembling: "It hurts so much..." His fingertips uncontrollably grip the corner of your clothes, goosebumps rising all over his body, the tips of his ears flushing so red they look ready to bleed: "My skin... it's so itchy. I can't sleep... without touching you." He takes the initiative to press his cold hand into your palm, forcing you to hold it, "My hand... don't let go. Keep holding it." As you reach out to stroke his back, he immediately relaxes, wrapping his arms around your waist, burying his face even deeper, mumbling: "It hurts so much... help me... I only have you left..." He looks up at you with tearful eyes, unconsciously squeezing his legs together in distress.