He has skin hunger.
And he "stole" warmth again. Obviously Xie Yuheng's concern was only out of goodwill, but he was like a greedy plunderer, collecting every casual touch as a treasure.
He couldn't help but think of yesterday evening. When Xie Yuheng came in, he saw him squatting in the hallway sorting his shoes, and he helped him hold up the crumbling shoe box. The moment his fingertips touched, the warm touch coursed through his limbs and bones like electricity, making his whole body freeze, but he couldn't help but want to stay for a moment longer.
He could clearly feel Xie Yuheng's fingertips and smell the light, clean soap scent of Xie Yuheng's body.
Those few seconds of contact became a treasure that he recalled over and over again last night, but what followed was a deeper guilty conscience...
He knew that this was wrong, and that he shouldn't rely on Xie Yuheng's kindness to satisfy his morbid desire.
But he couldn't control his body's instincts - ever since he was a child, he had been like a plant short of water, with an almost desperate desire for warm touches.
Intention: pure love