After The Beautiful Woman Moves Into The Jock's Dorm Room - Chapter 73

Chapter 73: He couldn’t care about privacy, uncontrollably…

Cheng Che’s kisses were gentle. He always liked to use the tip of his tongue to probe first, and only after receiving Shen Qingyu’s silent permission would he deepen the kiss.

The experience of kissing Cheng Che was absolutely superb. Shen Qingyu tasted a hint of white peach mint in his mouth—the flavor of Cheng Che’s toothpaste. Although Shen Qingyu used the same toothpaste tonight, he always felt that the taste in Cheng Che’s mouth was richer. Shen Qingyu secretly thought, perhaps Cheng Che had deliberately squeezed a lot of toothpaste.

Thinking this, Shen Qingyu secretly opened his eyes and unexpectedly met Cheng Che’s puppy-dog eyes. He was stunned.

Sensing his surprise, a rare hint of mischief flashed in Cheng Che’s eyes. He hooked Shen Qingyu’s tongue and deepened the kiss, as if to completely steal all the air from his mouth.

Shen Qingyu hadn’t expected him to secretly watch him while kissing. He felt a little embarrassed and pushed him gently, but failed to move him. Instead, he was hugged tighter and harder.

The room was pitch black. Streaks of moonlight filtered through the curtain gaps and scattered onto their faces. With the faint light, Shen Qingyu could see every subtle expression on Cheng Che’s face.

When the sweet, lingering kiss finally ended, Shen Qingyu’s lips were swollen and moist from the kissing, like ripe cherries. Cheng Che’s kisses were never rough, but he always loved to gently suck on Shen Qingyu’s lip tubercle from time to time.

“Why were you looking at me?” Shen Qingyu accused in a whisper.

Cheng Che’s voice was hoarse, tinged with a difficult restraint: “You’re so good-looking. Can’t I look?”

“I mean… why look at me at this time?” He covered his face with the quilt. His cheeks, already flushed from the kissing, became even hotter as they felt the steaming warmth inside the quilt.

Cheng Che abruptly pulled away the quilt, touched his slightly damp fringe, and said, “Don’t stay muffled in the quilt. Come out for some air.”

Shen Qingyu obediently kept his head out, staring straight at the ceiling.

“Because I wanted to see what you looked like at… this time,” Cheng Che laughed gently, imitating Shen Qingyu by substituting “this time” for “kissing.”

“What did I look like?” Shen Qingyu asked, blinking curiously.

Cheng Che pondered for a moment, his tone serious: “Very beautiful, very tempting.”

His breathing unconsciously grew heavier. Shen Qingyu felt Cheng Che’s heart beating rapidly, as if it might burst through his chest next second. Cheng Che’s hand slowly slid to his cheek. Hotter than Shen Qingyu’s cheek was the warmth of his palm. Shen Qingyu flinched from the burn.

“Your hand is so hot,” Shen Qingyu said, and at the same time, he used his fingers to lightly trace a few lines on Cheng Che’s palm. Cheng Che closed his eyes, unable to decipher what words he was writing.

“Mhm, a little warm.”

The long silence made Shen Qingyu feel uneasy. He shifted his body, closing the distance between himself and Cheng Che.

“Cheng Che, what are you thinking?”

Cheng Che pressed his face against his chest. Shen Qingyu listened to his powerful heartbeat and, taking the cue, wrapped his arms around his waist. Their lower bodies pressed tightly together. The room temperature gradually climbed, but neither of them felt hot.

Cheng Che didn’t answer him, just held Shen Qingyu quietly. After a while, he asked, “Do you want to kiss again?”

Shen Qingyu licked his dry lips and whispered a low “Mhm.”

The next second, Shen Qingyu was pinned down by Cheng Che. His curly hair poked Shen Qingyu’s nose, tickling him. Shen Qingyu ran his fingers through Cheng Che’s hair and gently tugged, which Cheng Che took as a signal, immediately kissing him again.

Cheng Che used the tip of his tongue to trace the outline of his lips, gently sliding in the moment Shen Qingyu opened his mouth. Their two agile tongues intertwined.

He mastered the rhythm of the kiss perfectly, alternating between taking and merely tasting, each near-miss making Shen Qingyu instinctively chase after him. Shen Qingyu’s fingers unconsciously gripped his clothes, the fabric bunching into a ball in his palm, sweat soaking his chest, showcasing his perfect muscle lines.

Shen Qingyu was a little out of breath. He ran his hand through Cheng Che’s hair again and whispered for mercy: “Wait… I’m a little uncomfortable.”

Cheng Che’s eyes were red. As he pulled away, he couldn’t resist gently pecking his lips, carefully observing his subtle expressions, then quietly asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Shen Qingyu stared blankly at the ceiling, but his legs curled up slightly to hide his reaction.

They were both men; how could Cheng Che not understand what he was thinking? His Adam’s apple bobbed. Cheng Che’s hand moved under the quilt.

The night at the hot spring hotel flashed frequently in his mind. Shen Qingyu fearfully touched Cheng Che’s face, confirming he hadn’t mistaken him, that the person in front of him was Cheng Che. Only then did he slowly exhale and relax.

Shen Qingyu wasn’t in the mood for that kind of intimacy. He shook his head to decline. Cheng Che was slightly disappointed but moved his hand away, his body tense, his breath fanning his neck as they lay close.

What Yang Yu said was truly quite persuasive. He had suggested Shen Qingyu test Cheng Che, and Shen Qingyu felt that now might be a good opportunity.

Having been educated on the average duration, Shen Qingyu thought that even if Cheng Che was capable, it wouldn’t be much longer than fifteen minutes.

But he didn’t expect that many “fifteen minutes” later, Cheng Che still showed no sign of stopping, forcing him to urge him to hurry up.

…

Finally, Shen Qingyu felt a stickiness on his hand. Cheng Che fumbled to pull out two tissues to wipe his hand, but Shen Qingyu curiously leaned in to smell it.

He didn’t have any bad habits, and his daily routine was regular, so the smell wasn’t unpleasant, just very strong.

Seeing this, Cheng Che quickly pulled his hand away, blushing as he finished cleaning him up. Only then did he see that Shen Qingyu’s palm was completely red, looking as if the skin was about to break. He apologized to him with a bit of heartache, rubbing his palm and quietly asking if it hurt.

Shen Qingyu, however, felt nothing. It was his first time helping someone do this, and he was even a little excited, eager to receive praise from him: “How was it? Did it feel good?”

In fact, Shen Qingyu rarely did this kind of thing even for himself, so he had no technique to speak of. But the more green and clumsy his actions were, the more excited Cheng Che became.

“It felt good,” Cheng Che’s ears were flushed. “Thank you, Xiao Yu.”

“You’re welcome.”

Before falling asleep, Shen Qingyu specifically checked the time.

Excellent. Cheng Che was very enduring in this regard!

…

They both overslept the next day, hurriedly washed up, and left Cheng Che’s house. By the time they arrived at school, classes had already started. Fortunately, it wasn’t a core course, and the teacher didn’t take attendance. Shen Qingyu even grabbed breakfast at the cafeteria before slowly heading to his second class.

Cheng Che had classes all day, so Shen Qingyu had to go to the library by himself in the afternoon. He ran into Song Yu on the way after lunch and decided to go to the library together. His efficiency was always particularly high when studying with Song Yu. Every time he drifted off, he’d look up and see Song Yu across from him intensely focused on studying, and Shen Qingyu would feel re-energized, quickly getting back to his work.

The heating in the library was very strong. Shen Qingyu shed layers of clothing, ending up in just a thin hoodie. As he turned to tidy his discarded clothes, his collar tilted slightly. A small red mark on his collarbone was exposed, which Song Yu caught sight of.

Song Yu’s eyes darkened, and he scrutinized Shen Qingyu from bottom to top.

Shen Qingyu was unnerved by his gaze, feeling like a locked-on prey. He lowered his head to check his clothes, wondering if his shirt was dirty? No, these were freshly washed clothes…

His movements froze, as he, too, saw the hickey on his collarbone.

It was a mark left by Cheng Che last night in a moment of passion.

Shen Qingyu felt a surge of embarrassment and tugged at his collar to hide the mark. He shook his water cup, signaling to Song Yu that he was going out to refill it, and asked if Song Yu needed him to do the same.

Song Yu subtly shook his head to decline, his sharp gaze fixed on Shen Qingyu’s back. Even after Shen Qingyu disappeared from view, Song Yu maintained his posture, motionless, until Shen Qingyu returned.

His eyes were full of an invasive intensity, yet they seemed no different from usual. Shen Qingyu couldn’t help but wonder if he was overthinking it.

His phone hadn’t been charged all morning, and the battery was critically low. Shen Qingyu casually found a socket by the wall to charge his phone.

He hadn’t looked at his phone for several hours of continuous studying until Song Yu suddenly stood up, carrying his water cup, and left the study room. Only then did Shen Qingyu decide to relax and check his phone for a bit.

Perhaps due to the long hours of studying and sitting, his head felt a little hazy. Seeing a phone identical to his own model on the desk, he instinctively picked it up. The lock screen showed the system default wallpaper. Face recognition failed. Shen Qingyu didn’t pay it much mind and casually entered the password.

Unlock successful.

Shen Qingyu’s eyes widened in shock.

The moment he saw the phone’s desktop wallpaper, he immediately realized he had picked up the wrong phone.

His arm trembled incessantly, as if the object in his hand wasn’t a phone, but some kind of explosive that could flatten the entire library in the next second. What shocked him wasn’t just that his birthday could unlock this phone, but the desktop wallpaper—it was a photo of himself.

It was a picture he had once uploaded on a video account. His white shirt was lifted, exposing his slender waist. A small red mole adorned his round navel, adding a teasing allure to the entire picture.

This was Song Yu’s phone. Since he had been sitting there studying, the phone had remained untouched on the desk. Shen Qingyu naturally recognized it as his photo, but why would Song Yu have this picture?

An unbelievable idea formed in his mind.

A buzzing filled his ears. He couldn’t care about privacy or moral constraints anymore and uncontrollably clicked on Song Yu’s text messages.

The next second, Shen Qingyu blinked, confirming that what he was seeing was not an illusion.

His whole body went icy cold, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.