“But Lily had a fight with Ethan, and she asked if she could stay with me for a few days since she knew you wouldn’t be coming back these days.”
Lucas’s smile gradually disappeared.
I continued, “I agreed.”
Lucas’s face had turned completely dark.
Wow, it really was just like what Lily said.
“So when you said earlier that you were too busy and needed to stay at the apartment temporarily, was that true or false?”
Lucas’s expression eased slightly as he rubbed my head, “Didn’t you already figure it out? It was false.”
He smiled slightly, “When did you learn to joke? You really had me fooled just now.”
“Huh?” I opened my mouth in slight confule
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“Huh?” I opened my mouth in slight confusion, “Did I learn how to joke?”
My mom once specifically hired an EQ coach to teach me how to joke, but I really couldn’t understand what was funny about those things. Now
I seemed to have unknowingly succeeded, so I guess I could call my mom tonight to share the good news.
Lucas’s hand paused, his eyes hollow, “So Lily is really coming to our house?”
“Yes.”
That night, I took my pillow and slept with Lily in the guest room.
This was the first time I had slept in the same bed with someone of the same sex close to my age.
For me, who lacked intimate relationships, it felt strangely novel.
“Ah, sister, you smell so good!”
had just gone back to the bedroom to get my notebook and returned, when I was unexpectedly tackled onto the bed by her bear hug.
“Wait…”
“Sister’s skin is so nice too, smooth and white!” Lily ignored my protests, nuzzling her head against my neck.
My arms were tightly pinned, and I couldn’t use any strength, so I could only wait for her to let go.
“Hehe, I got too excited, don’t be mad at me, okay?” Lily crawled off me with a mischievous grin, “I like you so much, sister.”
I propped myself up, “It’s okay!”
I’m used to it.
For some reason, people who love me always hug me very tightly.
When I returned home at four years old, my dad was like this, and so was my mom.
”
In the first few years of my memories, no one had hugged me like this, and at that time, I only wanted to struggle and break free.
But they cried so sadly, so I thought, never mind, I’ll endure it.
Later, when I met Lucas, as our relationship developed, his hugs became increasingly tight.
I asked Lucas once, “Is hugging tighter the more you like someone?”
I can still remember the blank look in Lucas’s eyes when I asked that.
“Dr. Peng said that hugging is something that makes people happy. But isn’t this very uncomfortable?”
Being restricted, being confined.
Dr. Peng was my former psychologist.
Unfortunately, Lucas didn’t answer me, he just softly said “I’m sorry.”
Since then, every time he hugged me, he was very gentle.
I gradually came to understand Dr. Peng’s words.
Hugging is cherishing, it’s protection.
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