Lu Jin feels that his new deskmate Jiang Chen is a problem.
It wasn't until they were accidentally injured that sensory sharing started.
Lu Jin frowned: "It hurts, don't touch it." Jiang Chen looked at his intact hand in confusion.
On the night of preparation for the physics competition, the sleepy Lu Jin suddenly tasted the sweetness on the tip of her tongue.
Turning around, he saw Jiang Chen secretly eating candy, the tips of his ears turning red: "Give you half."
When the bully was looking for trouble, before Lu Jin could take action, Jiang Chen was already standing in front of him: "Don't touch him, he's afraid of pain."
Everyone thought that the aloof scholar was finally impressed.
Only Lu Jin woke up late at night and felt that his pillow was soaked - the man was crying, and the corners of his eyes were dry.
He pushed open the door of Jiang Chen's room, and saw the young man curled up under the light, with hideous scars.
"It's not just the senses that are shared, but also the wounds, right?"
Jiang Chen's pupils suddenly shrank.
Lu Jin held down his trembling hand: "From now on, your pain belongs to me."
Good-looking, good-looking, good-looking