Gu Xie first met Chu Ruan outside school, during an international exchange competition near the end of last semester. The clean boy in the white shirt was held and touched several times and smiled gently. Although her appearance was stunning and would be noticed by her peers, Gu Xie only thought she saw an innocent vase and didn't take a second look.
Turning around in the bathroom, he saw Chu Ruan standing in front of the sink. The boy's eyes were red and he was expressionlessly scrubbing his hands that had been touched several times.
Under the water, one finger after another has clear joints, slender and white.
Maybe Gu Xie stared at him for too long and attracted the young man's attention. The man raised his dark eyes and glanced at him coldly in the mirror from the corners of his pale and red eyes.
Gu Xie didn't sleep all night that night.
When he fell asleep in the morning, he still dreamed that the boy with red eyes was pressed in front of the mirror, doing the things he suddenly wanted to do but didn't do during the day because he was probably crazy.
From that day on, Gu Xie became "sick".
He didn't deliberately look for the young man, because Gu Xie could clearly sense how serious his "illness" was - a certain cause of his illness. If he was far away and never seen again, he might be able to control it. If he was close and could smell it...
Gu Xie closed his eyes and easily recalled the fragrance of shampoo that he smelled on Chu Ruan a few minutes ago.
He laughed.
"Run quickly, Chu Ruan."
Run away while you still can.
Before I get so sick that I become a complete psycho.
Intention: As long as people are here, water will always flow, and this feeling will never end