After I Cross-Dressed, Even My Roommate Kissed Me - Chapter 11

Qin Zhou was surrounded by a low-pressure aura. He snatched the form from the class monitor’s hand, signed it with a heavy flourish, shoved it back at him, and turned to leave. The monitor caught him just in time.

The monitor flipped the form over and looked at it several times, hesitating to speak. This signature… even if Qin Zhou’s mother came, she wouldn’t recognize it. Could this even be used?

But Qin Zhou’s face was truly dark. If the monitor went to reprint it now and asked him to sign again, his own eyes might end up blackened. It was better to wait until tomorrow.

The monitor held Qin Zhou for a few seconds and then let go before he could lose his temper. “Qin Zhou, thanks for cooperating. Take care, I won’t see you out.”

Qin Zhou turned and left. Much of the water on the stairs had evaporated, leaving behind only faint, blurry outlines. A sense of urgency rose in Qin Zhou’s heart, and he took large strides upward.

He saw the footprints vanish on the floor of his dormitory. He followed the tracks step by step.

Thump—

Thump—

Thump—

Pei Yisheng’s heart was racing, as if prompted by some fated premonition. He quickened his movements to untangle the hair tie, but in his haste, things went wrong. His fingers became entangled in the band, and he couldn’t pull them out; pulling too hard left circles of red marks on his fingers.

Having operated with both hands raised above his head, his arms soon grew sore. Pei Yisheng furrowed his brows. “Girls have it so hard. Can I just cut this thing off?”

He struggled to free one hand, fiddling with it back and forth, and finally managed to untangle it. The rest was easy.

He stripped off his clothes and prepared to take a hot shower. Just as he turned on the showerhead and before the steam could rise, a figure suddenly appeared on the frosted glass door.

Pei Yisheng’s eyes went wide. He frantically racked his brain trying to remember if he had locked the door, lunging forward to press his hand against it.

“Sorry, I’m showering.”

Pei Yisheng struck first, his eyes fixed on the blurry shadow outside, guessing who it was and what their intent was for knocking at this hour.

In the interval of waiting for the other person’s reply, he bit his lip hard to stay calm, diverting some focus to search for a hidden corner in the bathroom to stash the clothes he had so carelessly discarded.

Unfortunately, the bathroom was extremely tidy. The few cabinets were packed with bath and cleaning products; there was simply no room for the dress he had worn back.

His heart felt as though it was about to leap out of his throat.

Qin Zhou stared at the snowy-white skin that flickered in and out of view against the frosted glass. Dazed, he said, “Then you go ahead and wash.”

Hearing it was Qin Zhou, Pei Yisheng felt a wave of relief. A person like Qin Zhou likely wouldn’t barge into the bathroom, nor would he have any interest in seeing a naked body other than the “protagonist shou.” Weak with relief, he slumped against the door for support.

“I’ll be quick.”

Having said that, he dragged his weak legs and stood under the showerhead.

As he showered, he brainstormed, his mind filled with thoughts of how to hide the clothes. Fortunately, he had good habits; he had placed his shoes in the shoe box in the cabinet as soon as he entered, saving himself some explanation there.

Pei Yisheng had no idea his logic was skewed; he confidently believed he was still racing through the book’s plot.

Qin Zhou watched that patch of fair skin move away. The sound of water in the bathroom was intermittent, almost allowing one to imagine which step the person inside was at.

He suddenly felt like a pervert. It was just a man showering it wasn’t like he hadn’t showered before why did he need to imagine how the other was washing?

Qin Zhou suppressed the irritable emotions in his heart. Like grasping at a final straw, he commanded his brain to recall the long-haired girl. Gradually, whether it was a lapse in his memory or his inability to focus fully, the back of the long-haired girl began to overlap with the silhouette of Pei Yisheng.

Qin Zhou: “…”

Absurd.

He must be going crazy.

He didn’t dare think further, afraid of overlapping even stranger things.

He waited in silence, losing all sense of the passage of time. He only knew that by the time Pei Yisheng came out to greet him, he had sat in one position so long he had gone stiff.

“Did you want to use the bathroom? I’ve finished cleaning up, but the steam won’t dissipate that quickly. I suggest you wait a moment.”

Qin Zhou’s intention wasn’t to enter the bathroom well, maybe he had wanted to, but he only wanted to see who was inside. He had followed the footprints all the way to his own dorm door, and then they had vanished.

He thought it was a stroke of luck. Regardless of whose girlfriend this girl was, in short, she could also be his girlfriend.

He had never played the role of Cao Cao (the wife-stealer), and he rather wanted to try.

At the moment he entered, the only movement was in the bathroom. Qin Zhou raised an eyebrow, thinking they were playing a risky game. He was someone with no taboos; having seen everything in his social circles, he had walked over immediately.

He hadn’t expected it to only be Pei Yisheng.

How could it only be Pei Yisheng?

“I want to know, did you see a long-haired girl? Light brown, slightly wavy long hair, very tall, wearing a white short dress, the style…” Qin Zhou couldn’t describe it. “Layers of it, very beautiful.”

Pei Yisheng: “Ah?!”

His shock was completely uncontainable. Qin Zhou had seen him?!!

He had followed him!!!

“No—no, no…”

“It’s just a girl coming in. If you saw her, you saw her; if you didn’t, you didn’t. Why are you stuttering?” Qin Zhou’s expression was cold, revealing a trace of imperceptible irritability, though there was an unknown, secret joy in his heart.

He knew it. Pei Yisheng definitely couldn’t hide a girl. Where could she have gone? Could it be that the water marks evaporated too quickly and he lost the trail? Qin Zhou felt his fists itching; he needed to have some “intimate contact” with someone.

He stood up and left, and Pei Yisheng didn’t dare ask him to stay.

Taking advantage of Qin Zhou’s exit, he quickly pulled the clothes from behind his back and bundled them into his quilt.

There were no blind spots in the bathroom, so his back had been the safest place. As long as he didn’t let Qin Zhou see the bulge on his back, he could transfer the little dress once the other went to the restroom. He hadn’t expected Qin Zhou to leave before that was even necessary.

But even after hiding the dress, his hands were still shaking. Pei Yisheng told himself to calm down, but as soon as he recalled that expression the one where Qin Zhou’s face softened slightly while asking about the girl he wanted to cry without tears.

Mom, he seems to be in trouble… QAQ

He lay on the bed like a dead man, feeling as though life had thoroughly had its way with him.

Qin Zhou returned feeling refreshed. Seeing Pei Yisheng lying in bed, he didn’t speak. He took his clothes to the bathroom to shower, thinking about who he could find to get the surveillance footage of the dorm corridor.

Rules were like farts in his eyes; there was nothing he didn’t want to know, and nothing he couldn’t know.

Though it was a pity he couldn’t find the person today, extending the anticipation felt like a novel experience.

Qin Zhou put on his bathrobe. The moment he opened the bathroom door, he seemed to catch the scent of orange blossoms. When he focused to sniff again, there was only the scent of his own body wash.

Too many vague hallucinations had appeared tonight. Qin Zhou began to wonder if he was ill or if he had seen a female ghost.

After all, it was near midnight. The wet rain, waist-length hair, white tiered cake-style dress, beautiful legs, and slender waist the bit of the exquisite profile he had seen all of it hit his aesthetic preferences perfectly.

It was so perfect that it would be reasonable even if it were a dream.

He looked at the only other living person in the dorm.

Pei Yisheng had finally managed to recover. He propped himself up with his arms and reached out to pull the bed curtain. In his movements, his collar shifted, revealing a flash of snowy-white collarbone.

As if burned, Qin Zhou’s gaze drifted to his hand. The slender, elegant fingers were clearly well-bred, but for some reason, several messy red marks were scattered across the knuckles, as if they had been forcefully bound.

His gaze moved back to Pei Yisheng’s face. Just then, the bed curtain was pulled until only his head was visible. “Um, goodnight.”

“Mm.” Qin Zhou watched Pei Yisheng disappear behind the deep blue curtain.

But those fingers with the red marks remained before his eyes.

Very beautiful.

Having received too many stimuli tonight, Qin Zhou couldn’t sleep at all. An hour later, once Pei Yisheng was fast asleep, Qin Zhou flipped out of bed and called Lin Jiayu out for drag racing.

In the dead of night, it was the perfect time for extreme sports.

Lin Jiayu came out yawning, tears almost squeezing out of the corners of his eyes. “Young Master, do we have to do this?”

Qin Zhou had already put on his racing suit. As he was about to lower himself into the car, he glanced at him. “You can just sit in the stands. Call a few people to keep you company if you want.”

Fine, Lin Jiayu was familiar with this sentence. This meant Qin Zhou intended to race until dawn.

He instinctively picked up his phone to call people. The “second-generation” rich kids lived casual lives; the middle of the night was exactly when they were active. He could summon a whole swarm with one call.

Ignoring him, Qin Zhou got into the car and slammed the accelerator.

In the semi-outdoor professional track, even though it had just rained, it didn’t affect Qin Zhou’s performance. Each curve and straightaway released his misplaced restlessness.

The roar of the engine stimulated his adrenaline to the maximum. Qin Zhou enjoyed the run more and more, even managing to break his own record at the club.

In the stands, men and women screamed and cheered. The racing flag waved at his finish line, and his record-breaking score displayed dynamically on the large electronic screen, announcing the night’s revelry.

As soon as he got out of the car, Lin Jiayu and the crowd swarmed around him.

“Not bad, Old Qin! That was dead sexy!”

Lin Jiayu punched him in the shoulder. Qin Zhou snorted with a smile, very satisfied with himself.

The racing suit, which emphasized his broad shoulders and narrow waist, fit him perfectly. Taking off his helmet, his cold and arrogant face was even more feverishly attractive than his physique.

Qin Zhou opened the champagne the manager brought to celebrate. The liquid and foam sprayed wildly. Qin Zhou’s voice was full of allure: “Let’s go, to the Peak.”

“Yeah!”

“Boss, you’re the best!”

“Damn! This was worth coming out for!”

The Peak was the top club in the area. A wealth check was just the threshold; one had to pass a rigorous evaluation to get a membership card. Only seven or eight people in their circle could go whenever they pleased; the others were just tagging along.

Qin Zhou’s card was definitely VVVVIP. Going with Qin Zhou was purely to broaden one’s horizons.

The group of people howled like wild monkeys, moving fast to get into the cars for fear of being left behind. Lin Jiayu walked slowly behind with Qin Zhou.

Lin Jiayu was wide awake now and took the initiative to drive.

Qin Zhou let him be; he had already had his fill of excitement. He pulled out his phone, the light flickering against his face. It was unclear what he was looking at.

Lin Jiayu glanced over randomly. Delivery for wound medicine?

“Old Qin, are you hurt?!” Lin Jiayu was startled and was about to pull over to see where Qin Zhou was injured.

A hint of awkwardness appeared between Qin Zhou’s brows. He randomly selected a few items and paid. “It’s not me, you saw wrong.”

“I saw you use Face ID to pay! Why would you buy medicine if you aren’t sick?”

“I have too much money to burn. Just drive your car.”

Qin Zhou looked out the window. Before his eyes, the bruised, red knuckles of Pei Yisheng flashed by.

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