When he is idle and bored, Xu Ran likes to stare at his hands and turn them over and over.
The nails were uniformly in a beautiful oval shape and neatly trimmed. Due to the cold, they were slightly glowing with a scary purple color. The slender fingers were as soft as if their bones had been removed. Under the bright light of the bar, the dense bloodshot veins on the back of the hand were clearly visible. A small piece of skin fell off the joint of the index finger of his right hand, and there was a bright red wound carved on the pink flesh. It seemed that the blood could be squeezed out with gentle force. Xu Ran tried to close and straighten his fingers. The wound would occasionally be affected, but it was not that painful. Apart from some stiffness in my fingers, everything is fine.
The existence of the wound reminded Xu Ran of what happened a few days ago. Annoyed by his brooding, he frowned and asked the bartender for an extra glass of whiskey. While waiting for the drink, he carefully breathed into his palms, rubbed his hands, and silently put on his black leather gloves.
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