The first feeling was that this hand was also beautiful. How lucky he was lately. In the past six months, he wouldn’t have been able to meet a pair of beautiful hands even once in the real world, but in just half a month, he had met the junior’s hands that perfectly matched his preferences, the school hunk’s hands that were both dangerous and brutal, and now this customer’s straight and long hands.

The hand was really big, covering half of the laptop keyboard. The veins on the back of his hand were a bit thick, hidden under a thin, tough layer of skin, but because he wasn’t using any force, the veins hadn’t bulged out obviously. But it wasn’t hard to imagine that if he used a little force, the thick veins would bulge out into a formidable arc.

This pair of large hands was a bit similar to the school hunk’s, both belonging to the kind of sexy big hands that could easily crush a can. As he pondered, Bian’er looked up and saw the customer’s profile, and he was stunned.

Lian Jichuan turned his head, his voice a little deep, “Something?”

“No, nothing.” Bian’er quickly answered, then gave a just-right smile.

Lian Jichuan’s gaze seemed to linger on his face for an extra 0.01 second, or maybe it didn’t linger for an extra 0.01 second. His gaze fell back to the electronic screen filled with dense code, his large-boned palm tapping on the black keyboard.

Fortunately, these hands didn’t really hit his preferences. Bian’er glanced at them with restraint and then withdrew.

He served three more takeaway customers, and the applet dinged again. There was a new order from table six.

Bian’er moved to the far left of the counter and saw a girl with short hair sitting next to Lian Jichuan. There was also a laptop in front of her, and the two of them exchanged a few words from time to time.

After making the coffee, Bian’er carried it to table six.

The girl with short hair was talking to Lian Jichuan about professional terms he didn’t understand, but when Bian’er placed the coffee, the girl took the opportunity to look up and smile at Bian’er, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Bian’er smiled back.

After saying that, Bian’er was about to leave, but Lian Jichuan, whose gaze had been fixed on the screen, looked up and asked concisely, “Is there a power bank nearby?”

The girl with short hair explained for him, “His phone is almost out of battery.”

There was a power bank at the entrance of the convenience store next to the coffee shop, but Bian’er didn’t answer the specific location of the power bank. Instead, he glanced at the phone Lian Jichuan had placed on the coffee table and said, “I brought a charger, do you want to use it? There is a power bank at the convenience store next door, but it takes too long to fully charge.”

The profit model of power banks is a punishment mechanism. They charge so slowly that it’s like an old man climbing a mountain, while current chargers can fully charge a phone in about half an hour.

Lian Jichuan’s gaze fell on Bian’er’s face again, his Adam’s apple bobbed, and he uttered two low words, “Thank you.”

Bian’er returned to the counter and handed Lian Jichuan the charger that was in his drawer.

He didn’t stay at table six for long. College students who got up late came to the coffee shop to flirt, and the two colleagues at the counter were busy.

There were several sockets next to the coffee table, and Lian Jichuan casually plugged his phone in to charge.

Sitting up straight, Lian Jichuan discussed with his senior how to adjust the flight control program. After saying two sentences, he didn’t wait for Song Jiao to respond. Lian Jichuan turned his head, and Song Jiao’s attention was no longer on the code. Her neck was stretched out, not knowing what she was observing.

“Song Jiao.” Lian Jichuan called her name twice with a sullen face, and Song Jiao finally responded with a “huh?” and came back to her senses.

Lian Jichuan: “This string can be changed to a different mode… Senior Song, are you listening?”

“Yes, yes, where did you get to?”

Lian Jichuan’s brows furrowed slightly, and he repeated what he had just said. Song Jiao’s gaze fell on the screen, she pondered for a moment and said two sentences about professional matters, then her voice suddenly changed, “It turns out Bian’er is not only very handsome, but his waist is also very thin.”

Lian Jichuan said in a deep voice, “Senior.”

Song Jiao: “Let me rest for two minutes.”

Lian Jichuan remained silent, lowering his head to stare at the dense code on the screen.

“Lian Jichuan, what do you think? Bian’er is pretty handsome, right?” Song Jiao asked again.

Lian Jichuan didn’t raise his head, “Who is Bian’er?”

Song Jiao: “…”

Song Jiao leaned closer to him and said, “The waiter who just brought me coffee, he’s also a student at Huai University, a handsome guy from the History Department.”

Lian Jichuan was still staring at his code, which was as close as brothers: “Hmm.”

“What does ‘hmm’ mean? Okay or handsome? Lian Jichuan, although you can see a handsome guy every day when you look in the mirror, looking in the mirror all the time will get boring, too. You have to learn to appreciate the beauty in your life…”

“Senior, two minutes is enough, you should continue working.” Lian Jichuan raised his face and stared at Song Jiao, it was more like an order than a statement.

Song Jiao is a junior this year. Through the professor’s introduction, she participated in a flight competition with Lian Jichuan and another classmate of the same grade. The two of them had interacted several times. Lian Jichuan’s impression on her was that although he was a bit cold and aloof, he was still not difficult to get along with. But now she inexplicably felt that the junior was not in a good mood. Song Jiao temporarily put aside her thoughts of appreciating handsome guys and immersed herself in the code.

More than two hours later, the two of them closed their laptops and put them in their respective laptop bags. Bian’er hadn’t come to ask for the charger. His large hand grasped the charger, which seemed small and delicate in his hand, and strode towards the counter.

Bian’er wasn’t at the counter, he was carrying a tray and walking through the hall, smiling as he served customers with snacks and coffee. Lian Jichuan stood in front of the counter and waited for him for two minutes. When Bian’er returned to the counter, Lian Jichuan reached out to him, “Thank you.”

Bian’er reached out, took the charger that seemed like a little bird in his hand, and smiled, “You’re welcome.”

Bian’er had sent dozens of messages intermittently today, and he hadn’t received a reply from “m” before going to bed. A whole day had passed, and Bian’er could be sure that the other party was either ignoring his messages or had blocked him.

Sure enough, men aren’t that easy to get.

Bian’er’s confidence in chasing Jiang Yuan dropped to its lowest point. For the next few days, he sent messages to the other party every day, good morning, good afternoon, good night, but the other party didn’t reply at all.

Bian’er actually didn’t have much confidence in chasing Jiang Yuan at the beginning, but he always thought that at least he could get to know him better, and maybe he could send him a few more photos of his hands later. It was so hard for him to meet a pair of hands that fit his aesthetic in the real world.

With 0.1% hope, Bian’er sent messages to him every day like clockwork.

That night, Bian’er and Song Yongzhao returned to the dormitory after working out. Song Yongzhao remembered something and asked about his roommate’s love progress, “Did Jiang Yuan reply to you today?”

Speaking of this, Bian’er, whose face was flushed and whose spirit was high after just finishing his workout, suddenly became much more listless. He sighed and said in a low voice, “No.”

Song Yongzhao took a glass of water and squinted slightly, “He hasn’t replied to you for four or five days?”

Bian’er lowered his head and nodded.

Song Yongzhao slammed the water glass down with a bang, “Let me see the chat history.”

Bian’er obediently handed his phone to Bian’er.

Song Yongzhao finished reading the one-sided chat history, and a nameless anger welled up in him. Jiang Yuan’s looks were okay, his figure was okay, but he was just a mediocre ordinary guy, what right did he have to be so arrogant?

“Bianbian, find the photo of your waist you took today and send it to him.” Song Yongzhao returned the phone to Bian’er.

Bian’er’s eyes widened, and his hand holding the phone unconsciously exerted force, “That’s not good.”

Song Yongzhao patiently persuaded him, “If a pursuer you’re not interested in sent you a photo of his eight-pack abs, would you want to take a second look?”

Bian’er was a mortal with seven emotions and six desires, as a gay man, he naturally liked to appreciate the beautiful bodies of the same sex, not necessarily with any lustful intentions. It was like seeing a beautiful flower on the roadside, with a purely appreciative intention.

“You’ve sent him good morning and good night messages, and forwarded funny videos and cute pet videos, but he’s not interested. We don’t really know what he’s interested in, so use the most primitive desire of human beings, use beauty to seduce him first.”

Bian’er felt that Song Yongzhao made sense. He opened the dialog box, found the photo of his white A4 waist he had taken in the gym just now, and sent it to “m”.

Before sending it, he checked. Bian’er had a habit of exercising, but not frequently. He admired handsome guys with eight-pack abs, tall and slender figures, but he didn’t like to have a too rough figure. Plus, his muscle content was low, his frame was slender and well-proportioned, and Bian’er didn’t have abs, but when he exerted a little force, he would have two very beautiful lines.

It was a photo taken after working out, with a thin waist with two lines, slightly pink, with a few crystal-clear beads of sweat on top.

The pants were black sports pants, and the navy blue short sleeves were pulled up to two inches above his navel. Bian’er cropped out everything above his chest, making sure that the photo didn’t reveal his male gender. Bian’er closed his eyes and clicked send.

But a minute passed, two minutes passed, Song Yongzhao came out of the bathroom after showering, and “m” still didn’t reply.

“Damn, he wouldn’t have blocked you, would he? You know how many men were admiring your waistline, your paper-thin waist that’s white to the point of being pink, when you were lifting your shirt to take pictures? Is he even a man? He can actually resist the temptation of a top omega’s thin waist and ignore you.”

After failing time and time again as an old hand in the love game, Song Yongzhao couldn’t help but feel angry and began to condemn Jiang, whose surname was Jiang. Either he hadn’t seen it, or if he had seen it, he could still ignore it, either he was asexual or he was on a diet.

There was no other option.

If it was the latter, he still had to advise Bianbian to change his love interest sooner rather than later.

“I’m going to wash…” Bian’er didn’t want to hold his phone and wait any longer. He put down his phone and was about to take his pajamas to the bathroom to shower, when his phone suddenly dinged.

Thinking it was a push notification, Bian’er casually turned his head to glance at his phone, his pupils suddenly dilated.

He picked up his phone and exclaimed in surprise, “Yongzhao, he replied to me.”

Song Yongzhao: “What did he reply?”

Bian’er showed him his phone.

m: [Very beautiful, were you exercising just now?]

Song Yongzhao was silent, then suddenly smiled, “Sure enough, men all like the most straightforward temptation.”

After five days of not receiving a message from “m”, Bian’er carefully crafted a message to him: [Yes, I just came back from the gym.]

m: [Hmm]

Three minutes passed, and “m” didn’t send any new messages.

Bian’er had also searched online for some online dating tips recently. Seeing that “m” didn’t reply, Bian’er took the initiative to talk to him: [Actually, I want to train some abs, but I can’t get them, I only have two lines]

Little Crab: [Little Crab is crying loudly JPG]

“m” didn’t make a sound.

Bian’er simply went to the bathroom to shower. After washing up and changing into his pajamas, “m” still didn’t make a sound.

At this moment, it had been more than half an hour since “m” last replied to him.

Maybe “m” went to do something.

Bian’er comforted himself in this way.

But until the next afternoon, he didn’t see any new messages from “m”. Bian’er was sure that the other party wasn’t busy, he just simply didn’t want to reply.

Bian’er zoomed in on the photo and admired himself. If he didn’t know it was his waist, he would definitely think it was very beautiful. Even though it was his waist, it was still very beautiful, it was the kind of thin waist that could easily be shaped in novels.

Men are all visual creatures, this statement should be true. And he didn’t send “m” a photo of a strong and sturdy waist with eight-pack abs, but a white and narrow waist like a girl’s. Did “m” only have two sentences of interest in it?

After finishing his part-time job in the afternoon and returning to the dormitory, he still didn’t receive any new messages from the other party. Bian’er finished showering and came out, he looked at himself in the mirror in the dormitory for a while, then suddenly walked towards the closet and took out a pair of black shorts with wide legs.

He opened the drawer and found the pink cat paw tattoo stickers that had been lying unused for a long time.

The tattoo stickers were bought online last year. Bian’er also bought cat heads at the time. The cat heads had already been pasted, on the back of his hand. The cat paws, however, he had never had the desire to paste.

After showering, Bian’er decided where he wanted to paste them. He decided to paste them on the top of his thighs. One tattoo sticker had two round pink cat paws. When Bian’er was looking at the store’s comment section, he saw a girl posting a picture.

The cat paws were pasted on the top of his thighs, the navy blue skirt was lifted, and two pink cat paws were printed on the snow-white skin, very beautiful. What impressed him even more was that the other party also left a comment saying that her boyfriend thought it was very beautiful.

Bian’er’s legs were beautiful. His legs were not the kind with obvious bones. His frame was small, and they were covered with a layer of plump, fair skin, smooth and delicate, with a slight fleshy feel.

Bian’er spent ten minutes pasting the tattoo stickers.

Because he had just pressed hard, the area above his thighs, besides the two rouge pink cat paws, the skin around the cat paws also showed a light pink color after being rubbed. The two pink cat paw tattoos on his snow-white and delicate thighs were not only eye-catching, but also had a hint of unspeakable eroticism!

Bian’er patted his hot cheeks. Now that it had come to this, he picked up his phone on the desk, lifted his shorts to his thighs, and took a few pictures of his plump thighs.

Finally, with a hot face, he chose a photo that he thought was the most seductive and sent it to “m”.

Yesterday, he could react to his waist, he didn’t believe that he could remain indifferent to this more tempting thigh photo.

He had put in enough chips, he should be interested in him now, right?