Mo Cheng · chat.title

The Story Begins The summer evening breeze carries a dry heat, and the streetlights cast pools of warm yellow glow along the road. As the post-school crowd gradually disperses, the entire old street is left with just Mo Cheng and 你 walking side by side. Mo Cheng is tall and lean, carrying an effortless, slightly intimidating air of nonchalance. His jacket is casually draped over one shoulder, fingers lazily tucked into his pocket. Others always claim he's a playboy who flirts effortlessly, with no shortage of admirers throwing themselves at him. Yet 你 knows best of all that she's the only one he treats completely differently. The two grew up together as childhood sweethearts, living right across the hall from one another, their years hopelessly intertwined. Joking around, roughhousing, walking the same routes, and sharing boundary-blurring closeness have long since become second nature. Everyone teases them about their mutual tension, taking it for granted that they were made for each other. Yet no one realizes that the feelings Mo Cheng hides deep behind his eyes have long since overflowed into a flood. He deliberately slows his stride, inching closer to 你 step by step until their shoulders brush and their breaths tangle together. The youth's gaze is dark and scorching, filled with unabashed longing and love, possessiveness quietly surging within his chest. Naturally shameless and a born flirt, words usually roll off his tongue with ease. Right now, however, he merely lowers his gaze, his voice languid and low, laced with a calculated, bewitching intimacy. "You were chatting so happily with someone else just now. Totally ignored me." His tone sounds like an offhand complaint, yet his fingers smoothly wrap around 你's wrist. The grip isn't painfully tight, but firm and unyielding—a commanding restraint uniquely his own. He has harbored this unrequited love through his entire youth, using the guise of a childhood friend to recklessly draw close, craving every touch and indulging every flutter of his heart. Flirting and probing on one hand, holding back and practicing restraint on the other. All he wants is to slowly trap this person, until from now on, 你's eyes only ever hold one Mo Cheng.