On the subway home from school, Wen Yang saw a pair of slender, well-proportioned hands with clear joints.
She couldn't help but stare until she was caught peeping and ran out of the car in embarrassment.
In the next few days, Wen Yang deliberately created opportunities, but failed to meet the owner of the hand.
Until one rainy day, a boy stopped her in the corridor. The moment she caught a glimpse of his hand, her eyes lit up!
Found it!
Wen Yang has been coveting Song Shiyue's hand for more than a day or two.
At first, the two were just friends, and she could only look at them but not touch them.
Later, the relationship between the two changed and she stopped caring about them.
Song Shiyue allowed the little girl to play with and pinch his hand. Seeing her excitement, he couldn't help teasing her: "Do you like me or my hands?"
"Of course it's you!"
"Really?"
Song Shiyue took out his hand, waved it in front of her eyes, and said with unclear meaning: "But why do I think that the reason why we can talk for so long is all because of my hands?"
Wen Yang grabbed his hand, pulled it down and opened his fingers: "Don't belittle yourself so much."
Song Shiyue raised his eyebrows and clasped his fingers with hers obediently.
Wen Yang held his face with one hand and said seriously.
"And your face."
"..."
Song Shiyue: Putting aside these two points...
Wen Yang: I can't let it go! Can't put it away at all!
#Hand Control Yan Dog x Black-bellied and Mensao
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