After The Beautiful Woman Moves Into The Jock's Dorm Room - Chapter 5

Chapter 5: Motorcycle – “Liar.”

Since Yang Yu said that, Shen Qingyu spent several days observing Cheng Che. He found that if it was just the two of them in the room, Cheng Che would quickly and awkwardly look away whenever Shen Qingyu looked at him. If there were other people present, his gaze would be a little more subtle.

Several times when Shen Qingyu needed help with something, Cheng Che would already be by his side before he even had to ask.

On Friday evening, Shen Qingyu and Yang Yu planned to go to the snack street near the university for dinner. As Shen Qingyu was climbing down from his top bunk, his foot slipped and missed the step.

A searing, needle-like pain shot up from his ankle. Just as he thought he was about to fall hard onto his butt, a warm touch cushioned his rear.

…Cheng Che had firmly caught him with both hands.

Shen Qingyu’s hands clenched tightly onto the sides of the ladder. The pain in his ankle caused him to break out in a cold sweat. He looked back tearfully and saw Cheng Che’s flushed face full of concern.

“Are you okay?”

Cheng Che’s palms were large, his distinct knuckles curving to perfectly fit the curve of Shen Qingyu’s hip.

Shen Qingyu had a small frame and was generally thin, but the areas that should have flesh were soft and felt good to the touch.

“I… I think I sprained my ankle,” Shen Qingyu said, his face pale. Fine beads of sweat floated on his forehead, a few dripping down his temples.

Cheng Che frowned, completely disregarding that his action could be considered “presumptuous.” He immediately lifted Shen Qingyu onto the desk, shifting his gaze downward to his red and swollen ankle.

His legs were well-proportioned and beautiful, his joints faintly pink, but his ankle was swollen like a bun, looking a bit frightening.

Cheng Che: “I’ll take you to the hospital.”

“Help me get my phone first, I need to text Yang Yu,” Shen Qingyu pleaded pitifully.

“Here.”

Handing him the phone, Cheng Che quickly put on a shirt and didn’t forget to half-kneel on the floor to help him put on slippers. “Don’t bother with socks, just wear the slippers.”

Shen Qingyu didn’t dare to move recklessly, allowing Cheng Che to carefully grasp his pale, delicate calf.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

“It’s nothing.”

“Screech—”

The dorm door was pushed open. Lu Xiao, who had just returned sweaty from the gym, instantly darkened his face at the sight inside the room.

The pretty little gay was sitting on the desk, his eyes red-rimmed and shimmering with tears. His teeth were gently biting his lip, and his leg was resting on Cheng Che’s knee.

Cheng Che, opposite him, looked unnatural, their intimate posture as if deliberately showing off what the two of them were doing in the dorm room.

Lu Xiao slammed the door shut with his backhand, standing still and staring intently at Shen Qingyu, lost in thought.

Shen Qingyu lowered his head in shame, realizing just how ambiguous his and Cheng Che’s posture was…

Just as he was about to endure the pain and move his leg away, Cheng Che assertively held it in place, seemingly unintentionally rubbing his smooth calf against his thigh.

This… this is too close!

Any further in and my foot will step on…

It was as if there was magma in his brain, making Shen Qingyu’s consciousness confused. He hastily explained: “I, I sprained my ankle. Cheng Che is taking me to the hospital.”

Lu Xiao’s tense muscles relaxed. He crossed his arms, a flash of contempt in his eyes, which paused slightly when he saw Shen Qingyu’s swollen ankle.

He said indifferently: “What’s that got to do with me?”

Cheng Che helped Shen Qingyu stand up, wrapping his arm around his waist.

Even through the thick fabric of the sweatshirt, Shen Qingyu could faintly feel his strong waist and abdomen.

He had seen Cheng Che changing clothes a few mornings ago. His physique was also very good. Compared to Lu Xiao’s blocky, defined muscles, Cheng Che had firm, attractive lean muscles.

“Can you walk? I’ll carry… I’ll give you a piggyback ride,” Cheng Che almost blurted out what he truly meant, quickly correcting himself.

Shen Qingyu tried putting his foot on the floor and winced in pain: “It hurts…”

Cheng Che quickly squatted down and looked back at him: “Come on, I’ll carry you down.”

Shen Qingyu endured the sharp pain and slowly climbed onto his back. Cheng Che’s back was broad, making him feel very secure resting on it.

“Tch,” Lu Xiao, who had been watching them, couldn’t help but sneer, “You better be careful he doesn’t set his sights on you.”

He was talking to Cheng Che.

Shen Qingyu instantly tightened his arms, burying his head deeper.

Cheng Che stared silently at Lu Xiao. Sparks seemed to fly in the air. “I don’t need your concern.”

Lu Xiao shrugged and went into the bathroom.

“Open the door, please,” Cheng Che said.

“Okay,” Shen Qingyu replied in a muffled voice.

“Does it hurt much?”

“A lot.”

“I’ll be quick. It’ll be better once we get to the hospital.”

Shen Qingyu’s warm breath fanned Cheng Che’s shoulder. “Okay.”

…

The elevator door slowly opened, and Chen Qiming suddenly popped out, chattering: “What happened here?”

Cheng Che quickly explained in a few words. Chen Qiming kindly suggested: “How about Xiao Ge and I drive you? There’s enough room.”

“No need,” Cheng Che didn’t want Shen Qingyu to interact with Lu Xiao any further.

“Oh, alright then. I’m going to find Xiao Ge now. We have a performance at the bar tonight. I was going to invite you guys for a drink.”

“Thanks.”

When they reached downstairs, Shen Qingyu helped Cheng Che take his phone out of his pocket. He needed to call a ride.

But Friday night near the university was peak ride-hailing time, and the hospital he set as the destination was very close to the school, less than a kilometer in a straight line. After half a minute, no one had accepted the order.

“How about I just walk you there?”

Shen Qingyu quickly shook his head: “It’s rush hour, there are too many cars. It’s not safe with you carrying me, and I’m not light…”

“Who says you’re not light?” Cheng Che joked. “You’re light as a feather, right? Carrying you for a kilometer is no problem.”

Seeing Shen Qingyu still refusing, he had to give up.

“Then sit here for a moment, and I’ll flag down a taxi.” Cheng Che placed Shen Qingyu on the stone steps by the campus gate and jogged a few steps past the crowd waiting for ride-shares to the roadside to look around.

Shen Qingyu looked around uneasily, his gaze suddenly drawn to two motorcycles about ten meters away.

Students at Wendai ride motorcycles?

Although Shen Qingyu couldn’t ride one, he had some knowledge. He wasn’t sure what brand the black one was, but the one in front with a white fairing decorated with red and blue patterns… looked like a BMW S 1000 RR.

Wow, looks like a rich kid.

The loud roar of the engine during the cold start exploded across half the sky, attracting the attention of those nearby. Shen Qingyu heard a boy exclaim in shock: “Holy crap, so cool! My dream bike!”

Shen Qingyu leaned out, curious to see who the owner of this motorcycle was.

His eyes fell upon a familiar back putting on a helmet, followed by gloves. As if sensing the unusual gaze, the rider lifted his visor and looked over.

Based solely on that pair of narrow, deep-set eyes, Shen Qingyu immediately recognized the person as Lu Xiao.

“The cab is here, I’ll carry you over.” This time, Cheng Che didn’t opt for a piggyback. Instead, he simply scooped Shen Qingyu up horizontally from the stone steps. Walking, he said, “This is faster. You don’t mind, do you?”

Shen Qingyu quickly wrapped his arms around Cheng Che’s neck, terrified of falling, thinking, You’ve already picked me up, why are you asking?

As if guessing what was on his mind, Cheng Che managed to free one hand to gently rub his soft hair.

Shen Qingyu got into the car with his hair tousled.

Sitting by the window, Shen Qingyu involuntarily glanced in Lu Xiao’s direction again.

Lu Xiao sat astride the motorcycle. Before lowering his visor, he cast a glance at Shen Qingyu in the taxi, the corner of his mouth twitching, seemingly pulling out a look of mockery.

Shen Qingyu knew he had been caught peeking and awkwardly retracted his gaze.

Cheng Che also heard the roar of the motorcycle. He casually probed, “That car belongs to Lu Xiao.”

Shen Qingyu said, “Oh,” adding, “It’s so noisy.”

The taxi that pulled away first was quickly overtaken by the two motorcycles in a few seconds. Their wheels kicked up dust as they sped away stylishly.

…

At the hospital, the doctor prescribed several medications, mainly sprays.

The doctor looked to be in his fifties or sixties but seemed quite open-minded. Perhaps because Cheng Che had carried him in, the doctor mistook them for a couple. Although Shen Qingyu was the patient, the doctor addressed the instructions for the medication usage to Cheng Che.

Cheng Che listened very carefully, even taking notes in his phone memo.

“Those are the precautions. Oh, and don’t let the wound get wet. If you shower, have your boyfriend be careful.”

“Buzz.” Shen Qingyu felt like his brain had exploded.

Cheng Che remained composed and replied: “Understood, thank you, Doctor.”

Leaving the hospital, Shen Qingyu didn’t let Cheng Che carry him, but instead rested quietly on his back.

“What are you thinking about?” Cheng Che suddenly asked.

“I’m thinking…” Shen Qingyu’s brain spun quickly, “I forgot to wear my mask.”

“You seem to wear a mask every day.”

“I’m allergic to willow catkins. My face gets very itchy, and I sneeze a lot.”

“Do you need me to buy you a mask? I saw a pharmacy when we passed by.”

Shen Qingyu shook his head: “No need. Staying outside for a while should be okay.”

“I’ll remember next time. Do you have any other allergies?”

“Mangoes,” Shen Qingyu said cheekily. “But I love eating mangoes. It’s fine as long as they don’t touch my lips.”

Cheng Che couldn’t help but smile: “Then how do you eat them?”

“I just open my mouth wide,” Shen Qingyu tapped his shoulder, signaling him to turn around. “Like this.”

Cheng Che turned his head, his eyes immediately met Shen Qingyu’s smiling face, his lips deliberately wide open. In the faint, warm streetlights, he could vaguely glimpse the tip of a pink tongue.

His throat inexplicably went dry. Cheng Che struggled to pull his gaze away from his lips, only to have his heart shattered when his eyes met Shen Qingyu’s starry depths.

Seeing Cheng Che look slightly dazed, Shen Qingyu realized his action was too silly. He closed his mouth and giggled sheepishly.

Shen Qingyu was still keen on visiting the night market, so Cheng Che simply helped him slowly navigate the narrow market streets.

Cheng Che was tall with broad shoulders. Standing in front of him, he shielded him from the crowd. Shen Qingyu only needed to follow closely behind. He hadn’t felt this kind of security in a long time.

“Cheng Che, this is so delicious!” Shen Qingyu exclaimed in surprise.

“Is it?”

“Try a bite.” Shen Qingyu used a skewer to spear a piece of fried chicken strip and held it out to Cheng Che’s mouth.

Cheng Che took the chicken strip with his mouth. The crispy flavor spread in his mouth. He curved his eyelashes: “It is delicious.”

There was a half-sentence he didn’t say: Anything you feed me is delicious.

He nodded slightly, looking at Shen Qingyu’s soft head and slender, fair neck, smiling silently.

…

Returning to the dorm, the two were surprised to find Song Yu eating in the room.

Having moved into this room for over a week, Song Yu spent most of his time in the library, only returning to the dorm to sleep.

“Why are you back today?” Cheng Che asked casually.

The loft bed structure cast shadows on the head area. Half of Song Yu’s body was in darkness, the other half in the light. His superior facial contours were carved by the light and shadow, his glasses reflecting slightly.

Shen Qingyu chewed on a few pieces of chicken strip, staring blankly at him.

Song Yu did not answer Cheng Che’s question but fixed his gaze on Shen Qingyu. His lips were very well-shaped, slightly thin, and coupled with his cold demeanor, the temperature in the entire room seemed to drop suddenly.

“Where did you go?”

Shen Qingyu’s eyelashes fluttered. “Me?”

Song Yu didn’t speak, but Shen Qingyu could read the words “Duh” on his face.

Cheng Che quickly interjected: “Little Yu sprained his ankle, I took him to the hospital.”

“Sprained ankle?” Song Yu pursed his lips, looking at Shen Qingyu’s swollen ankle. “Does it hurt?”

“…It doesn’t hurt anymore. The doctor put medicine on it at the hospital. It’s much better now, just looks a bit scary.” He didn’t know why he was explaining so much, it was purely instinctive.

Song Yu snorted, very lightly, so light that Shen Qingyu thought he might have imagined it.

He stood up and slowly approached.

Cheng Che seemed to sense danger and placed his hand protectively in front of Shen Qingyu.

This protective posture caused Song Yu to stop. He gave Shen Qingyu a meaningful side-eye, then brushed past his shoulder.

“Liar.”

Shen Qingyu heard him say this.