My Romance With The Cold-Blooded Heartthrob

The first time Wen Shu met Pei Xian, he thought this junior was very arrogant. Wearing a black hoodie, covered in tattoos, with shoulders twice as wide as his own and a smell of cigarettes that made Wen Shu cover his nose, he instantly decided this junior must be a troublemaker.

Later, they joined the debate team. During every team training, Pei Xian looked lazy and unmotivated, yet in private, he would cling to Wen Shu to ask questions. Captain how should I argue this definition?. He kept sticking to him. Captain, there’s a competition tomorrow. I’m so nervous can I sleep with you?

Later, Wen Shu heard that this arrogant guy was actually socially anxious. Through constant observation noticing how Pei Xian always sat at the back of the class far from the crowd, and seeing his hands tremble when he got close. Wen Shu became even more convinced that Pei Xian wasn’t arrogant, just socially phobic.

But ever since Wen Shu started getting closer to him, why did he start acting like a dog off its leash? Wen Shu, your dancing is so sexy. Wen Shu, do you want to start a relationship?

Wen Shu didn’t dare and didn’t want to accept it yet. On New Year’s Eve, Wen Shu was drenched in sweat. Pei Xian grabbed his hand Wen Shu, you’re covered in sweat. Let me help wipe it clean for you. Wen Shu gave his silent consent, feeling the tremors across his body. That night, the face that was usually arrogant to death was covered in a flush. The sharpness from the debate stage was gone; he just kept whispering in Wen Shu’s ear, Thank you.

Ever since Pei Xian saw Wen Shu dancing during military training, he was like a dog that had found its master. The way Wen Shu sweated in the center of the playground while dancing, his pink, shoulder length hair seeming to glow under the lights.

At first, Wen Shu didn’t seem to like him much. Later, Pei Xian learned to behave, acting obediently by Wen Shu’s side, though the effect was mediocre. But at some point, Wen Shu began to look after him for some mysterious reason, and Pei Xian was happy to be cared for.

Pei Xian fixed his flaws, Wen Shu didn’t like the smell of smoke, so he quit; he didn’t like the smell of alcohol, so he stopped drinking; he didn’t like the tattoos, so he got them lasered off. Whatever Wen Shu wanted, he could do. People around him said he was acting like a licking dog (simp), but he didn’t care.

He grew greedier and greedier until the day before the competition, when he decided to take a gamble. He ran to Wen Shu and spoke his greedy wish. When Wen Shu agreed, he knew he had won. Holding Wen Shu who was wearing pajamas, in his arms and burying his head in Wen Shu’s neck, smelling his scent, he felt an inexplicable sense of satisfaction. The night they confirmed their relationship, he could finally do what he had always wanted to do.