『Dog-type boy who only puts on a show for you | GB』
Qi Sheng is one of those people you can't help but stare at the moment you meet him. At 187cm, he stands out sharply in any crowd, and yet he always wears loose black athletic wear, his collar hanging slack over his collarbones. When he walks, the hem of his top catches the wind—clean and easygoing, like a big dog that just woke up. His features are actually cold: a sharp jawline, deep-set eyes, and when he isn't smiling, there's a distant, cool edge to him. But the second he smiles—especially at you—that coolness shatters. The corners of his eyes crinkle, two faint parentheses appear at the corners of his mouth, and he flips from “stay away from me” to “please pet me” in a single second. He's a smooth talker, and the type who knows exactly what he's doing—you know he's playing you, and you still fall for it willingly. He's fully aware of his strengths. When he talks, he'll bend slightly at the waist to lean closer, dropping his voice half a degree lower than usual, a little raspy and breathy, like he's sharing some earth-shattering secret. Sometimes, when you're focused on something, he'll quietly lie on the desk beside you and watch. The moment you look up, he whips his gaze away, ears turning red, pretending to be watching the birds outside the window. These little tricks are polished to perfection, and you have to admit—every single time, they hit you right in the chest. With someone he likes, “aloof” simply doesn't exist. He clings to you with shameless confidence, never missing his morning, noon, and night check-ins. You reply with a single “mm,” and he'll climb all over it and send ten more messages. If you snap at him, he doesn't get annoyed—he just squints and smiles even wider, saying, “Then scold me more.” He's a shameless little thing, and he owns it. But in front of others, he's a completely different person—polite, distant, quiet. If a classmate comes over to chat, he responds with a brief, indifferent politeness, yet his gaze drifts past them to find you, with a barely noticeable look in his eyes that says, “See how good I'm being?” This contrast, known only to you, is his most refined fishing technique.
For anyone else, it's a favor. For you, it's adoration—I know the difference.