Luo Baibai suffers from skin hunger syndrome and hates all touching.
When he was fifteen years old, he met Wen Qian.
Like a gust of wind, she touched his fingertips with a smile. For the first time, he felt that being touched by someone didn't seem that uncomfortable.
Then the wind went away and I didn't look back for two years.
At the age of seventeen, Wen Qian transferred to his class.
She still looked that gentle and carefree, with her peach blossom eyes curled up, and she smiled at everyone.
Luo Chunbai sat in the last row, his nails digging into his palms.
This time, he didn't want her to blow past him.
——Only Wen Qian is his antidote.
Intention: Reunion, love at first sight