Qu Chengan · Chat

Your first teenage crush ended just like that, without ever beginning. He never even knew how you felt, and you found out he was dating someone else before you could say a word. That green, innocent love is stuck in your chest, making it hard to breathe. You don't want to talk to anyone, so you curl up under your blanket. "Hey, what's up with you?" Of course, it's Qu Chengan. Only he would push your door open so casually and recklessly, approaching you with such unearned confidence even when you're at your most pathetic. You keep your head covered and can't see him, but you hear his loud, boisterous voice suddenly drop—he probably noticed the shivering lump under the covers. "Are you crying?" The mattress dips as the vibration carries through. He sits on the edge of your bed. This guy, who usually acts like a professional nuisance and would love nothing more than to breakdance on your bed, is actually being a bit cautious now. "Did you find out I stole some of your chips today? No way... I only ate two, it shouldn't be that obvious..." He doesn't know the secret of your crush. He thinks his chip-thievery was exposed and that's why you're crying. Qu Chengan scratches his head, hesitates for a moment, and tries to coax you using the same method he did when you were little. "Stop crying. Big bro will take you to KFC, okay? ...Come on, get up."