After The Beautiful Woman Moves Into The Jock's Dorm Room - Chapter 54

Chapter 54: (Revised) “You’re poking me.”

Cheng Che was extremely pleased and raised his arm to rub Shen Qingyu’s head.

To avoid them arguing over who went first, Shen Qingyu proactively suggested singing with Cheng Che first, since it was his birthday and everything should prioritize him. Although Lu Xiao was a bit reluctant, he agreed.

Cheng Che’s singing was not great, but he had a good voice, and his pitch was accurate. Listening to him sing, Shen Qingyu felt like the entire environment was purified, as if this were not a KTV, but some sacred, elegant art hall.

When the song ended, Shen Qingyu gave him a thumbs-up and said, “That was lovely.”

Cheng Che didn’t sing often and wasn’t sure about his own skill, so when he heard Shen Qingyu’s praise, his excitement was coupled with relief. The song was only three minutes long, but for those three minutes, he had been tense, afraid of singing off-key and making a fool of himself.

“You sing better,” Cheng Che regained his ability to speak, but his vocabulary was not fully restored, so he could only use the most sincere emotion to compliment him.

Lu Xiao rolled his eyes with his arms crossed nearby. He grabbed Shen Qingyu’s hand, pulled him to sit beside him, and said aggressively, “Our turn. Let me clean your ears out.”

Shen Qingyu glanced at Cheng Che’s expression, then subtly bumped Lu Xiao hard with his elbow, lowering his voice to say, “Can you say something nicer?”

“What did I say? I only told the truth. He doesn’t sing as well as me.” Under Shen Qingyu’s intense gaze, Lu Xiao also had to lower his voice to reply.

Frankly, Lu Xiao’s singing was indeed better than Cheng Che’s. His performance was full of emotion, and most importantly, he was uninhibited. During the climax of the song, he would even hold Shen Qingyu’s hand and wave it in the air, frequently making eye contact with him. In such an atmosphere, Shen Qingyu quickly became immersed in the music too.

Shen Qingyu analyzed it and figured this was likely due to Lu Xiao’s experience playing drums at a bar.

After singing the last line, Shen Qingyu picked up his drink and took a sip to wet his throat.

Lu Xiao smugly glanced at Cheng Che, then asked Shen Qingyu boastfully, “How was it? Did I sing well?”

“Lovely. Both of you sang well.”

Lu Xiao scornfully scoffed, “But did I sing better, or did he sing better?”

Here it comes, this part, though late, arrived.

Shen Qingyu extended his index finger and firmly poked Lu Xiao’s forehead. “Do you absolutely have to pick a winner?” His eyes darted around, then he smiled and said, “I think I sang the best. Is that okay?”

Lu Xiao couldn’t argue with that. He could only press Shen Qingyu’s finger and rub it in his palm, saying, “Fine, you sang the best.”

Cheng Che couldn’t stand their “flirting” anymore and felt extremely uncomfortable. He picked up a bottle of beer and chugged it in one go. Because he drank it too fast, he accidentally choked.

Shen Qingyu immediately handed him tissues and water, watching him nervously: “Are you okay? Don’t drink so fast, be careful not to get too drunk.”

“I’m fine.” He looked calm, took the tissue from Shen Qingyu’s hand, and wiped his mouth.

Vaguely sensing that Cheng Che seemed down, Shen Qingyu suspected he might be upset. He stared at his profile for a while. Cheng Che quickly noticed his gaze, adjusted his mood, tilted his head, and smiled at him. However, his smile was a bit forced, and the dimples on his cheeks didn’t appear. Shen Qingyu was instantly certain of his guess.

Chen Qiming, bad at gambling but loved to play, lost several rounds of poker and was loudly demanding that Lu Xiao help him turn the tables. Lu Xiao, being an “exhibitionist,” greatly enjoyed being idolized, especially in front of Shen Qingyu. He was more than happy to show off his various skills.

However, Shen Qingyu was entirely focused on “Cheng Che seems unhappy, what should I do?” and didn’t notice Lu Xiao’s peacock-like display at all.

Cheng Che didn’t participate in their games and took a couple more lonely drinks under Shen Qingyu’s concerned gaze.

“I’m going to the restroom,” he told Shen Qingyu.

When Cheng Che stood up and opened the door to the room, his legs staggered, but luckily he grabbed the wall, or he might have fallen. Shen Qingyu thought his back looked a bit lonely. He bit his lip, thought for two seconds, covertly observed Lu Xiao—who was absorbed in the game and hadn’t noticed him—and quietly followed Cheng Che out.

Shen Qingyu jogged a couple of steps and caught up, holding his arm: “I’ll go with you.”

Cheng Che seemed to let out a small chuckle, but Shen Qingyu didn’t hear it clearly because the corridor was filled with singing from various rooms. However, he caught a glimpse of the upturned curve of Cheng Che’s mouth.

“What, are you afraid I’m too drunk to walk steadily?”

“I just want to accompany you, can’t I?” Shen Qingyu said with a smile.

“Yes. You can do whatever you want.” Cheng Che’s voice was deep, causing Shen Qingyu’s heart to skip a beat.

Cheng Che didn’t make Shen Qingyu wait long and came out quickly.

The two walked back the way they came, but Shen Qingyu walked very slowly, and Cheng Che naturally matched his pace.

Shen Qingyu asked, “Why do I feel like you’re not in a very good mood?”

Cheng Che was momentarily surprised: “I’m not? Maybe I just drank a bit too much, so my head is fuzzy, and I don’t feel like talking much. Don’t overthink it.”

Shen Qingyu sighed, “Really?”

Cheng Che stopped walking, bravely took his hand. He really didn’t want to be so dramatic. After all, he had no right to control who Shen Qingyu was close to or intimate with. He had been trying every method to regulate himself, but that single helpless sigh from Shen Qingyu declared his failure.

“It’s a lie,” Cheng Che lowered his head, his slightly curly hair obscuring his eyes. He didn’t want Shen Qingyu to see his eyes filled with jealousy. “I am unhappy.”

Shen Qingyu was slightly taken aback, “Is it because of me?”

He shook his head. “It’s not because of you.”

He thought Shen Qingyu was wonderful and deserved to have many friends. What made Cheng Che unhappy was that he knew all this perfectly well, yet he still got jealous, still felt like he was going crazy with envy.

“Can I have a hug?” Cheng Che asked suddenly after a long silence.

Shen Qingyu murmured softly, “You never used to ask for permission before.”

Although his voice was quiet, Cheng Che had all his attention focused on him and naturally didn’t miss his cute complaint. A simple complaint from Shen Qingyu was enough to make Cheng Che unable to help but smile. He was absolutely Cheng Che’s cure.

“Then… should I apologize for my previous rash behavior?” Cheng Che asked tentatively.

“That’s not what I meant,” Shen Qingyu said anxiously.

“Okay.” Cheng Che’s eyes were gentle as he looked deeply at him, then opened his arms. This time, he wanted to enjoy a hug that was initiated by Shen Qingyu.

The KTV corridor was long and dark. Shen Qingyu looked around and saw an empty room behind Cheng Che. He pulled Cheng Che’s hand, entered the room, and then strongly threw himself into his arms, silently chanting: “I’m just comforting him. It’s his birthday today, the birthday boy is king, the birthday boy is king.”

Shen Qingyu used this almost brainwashing method to allow himself to sink into the warm embrace. Cheng Che’s open arms hovered in the air for a few seconds before carefully settling on Shen Qingyu’s thin back.

The room lights were off. Shen Qingyu felt enveloped in total darkness. He could only see Cheng Che’s bright eyes. His senses were amplified. He could increasingly feel how strong Cheng Che’s embrace was, as if he wanted to melt Shen Qingyu into his body.

Their ragged breaths intertwined, and their body temperatures gradually rose. Shen Qingyu felt like something was getting out of control.

Unable to see each other’s faces, they subconsciously reached out to touch and feel. When Cheng Che cupped Shen Qingyu’s face with his hands, both their bodies went stiff.

The soft, delicate touch made it impossible for Cheng Che to let go, and Shen Qingyu’s silence implied consent. Because he realized that his own hands had slowly moved to the back of Cheng Che’s neck sometime earlier.

This embrace far exceeded the comforting hug of ordinary friends; it was tinged with madness.

Cheng Che’s hoarse voice sounded: “Xiao Yu, can I kiss you?”

His brain momentarily froze, then felt like it exploded with dazzling fireworks, “Pili-pala,” resonating in Shen Qingyu’s chest.

He didn’t even have time to react, because the next second, Cheng Che kissed him.

Initially, it was just a tentative brush of lips, once, twice. The movement was very gentle, as if with just a little force, the Shen Qingyu in his arms would dissolve and flow away.

When Cheng Che realized that Shen Qingyu was not resisting at all, he became bolder. Cheng Che lightly brushed Shen Qingyu’s cupid’s bow with his teeth. Shen Qingyu felt a faint pain and opened his mouth in protest. Cheng Che took the opportunity to probe with his tongue.

The nimble tongue aggressively swept every inch of the oral cavity. Shen Qingyu’s entire body felt soft, and he could only lean against Cheng Che’s chest. His arms wrapped around Cheng Che’s neck slipped down, only to be forcefully restrained and re-wrapped by Cheng Che.

The entanglement of their tongues created a wet, ambiguous sound. In the dark environment, the moist kissing sounds and heavy, low gasps tightly intertwined. Shen Qingyu stared blankly into the darkness before him. He felt as if he had lost consciousness, completely sinking into the kiss by instinct.

What Cheng Che regretted the most was that he couldn’t see Shen Qingyu’s impassioned expression while he was kissing him.

The kiss began in silence and ended in silence. Cheng Che’s hot breath heavily fanned his face. Shen Qingyu felt breathless and pushed Cheng Che away.

Cheng Che very considerately stepped back, giving Shen Qingyu his space. Only then did Shen Qingyu realize that his legs were so weak they couldn’t support him. He could only tremble and cling to Cheng Che’s waist.

Their bodies were pressed closely together. Shen Qingyu felt something rigid poking his lower abdomen. He reached out to move it away, but was alertly blocked by Cheng Che. Shen Qingyu was bewildered for a few seconds and said, “You’re poking me.”

Only after saying it did he realize what that thing was, and his cheeks instantly flushed red.

Cheng Che also became embarrassed and stammered, “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it…”