After The Beautiful Woman Moves Into The Jock's Dorm Room - Chapter 87

Chapter 87: “Did you let him touch you? Did you two do it…”

Lu Xiao watched their backs go upstairs and then never left.

Shen Qingyu brought Cheng Che into the apartment, found him a pair of slippers, and headed to the bathroom to wash his hands, preparing to make dinner for Cheng Che. Just as he tied his apron, Cheng Che stopped him:

“Let me do it.” Cheng Che’s hands were still a bit cold as he gently rubbed Shen Qingyu’s head.

Shen Qingyu’s refusal was firm: “No. I want you to taste my cooking.”

“…Alright, then I’ll help you.” Cheng Che looked into his dewy eyes and couldn’t resist lightly kissing his eyelid.

The kiss made Shen Qingyu tickle. He instinctively retracted his neck and leaned into him. Cheng Che took the opportunity to lock his arms around Shen Qingyu’s waist, pulling him closer. His lips slowly moved down, stopping at Shen Qingyu’s full, rounded mouth.

A long, drawn-out kiss quietly began.

The feeling of kissing him was wonderful. Shen Qingyu relaxed completely, as if handing over his entire being to the tall, handsome man in front of him. Cheng Che’s kiss was gentle, occasionally giving him a chance to catch his breath, and using that moment to secretly open his eyes and observe Shen Qingyu’s alluring, lost-in-passion expression.

Unexpectedly, this time Shen Qingyu opened his eyes at the same time as him. Their outlines were reflected in each other’s pupils, the intimacy reaching its peak, their heartbeats accelerating like drums against their chests.

Feeling a slight push on his chest, Cheng Che slightly loosened his grip, their noses touching.

“I need to go cook,” Shen Qingyu said, shyly lowering his eyes, his voice soft. No matter how many times he kissed Cheng Che, he couldn’t help but feel shy.

Cheng Che chuckled softly and followed him into the kitchen to help out.

They cooked together, and then sat at the coffee table, watching variety shows and eating. These few hours were so wonderful that Shen Qingyu felt a momentary illusion that this was his and Cheng Che’s little home.

As he was momentarily distracted, Cheng Che picked up another piece of meat for him and brought it to his mouth. Shen Qingyu smiled, gently took the meat in his mouth, chewed slowly, and swallowed it.

After dinner, they washed the dishes together. Shen Qingyu, who usually found doing dishes annoying, felt for the first time that washing dishes could be so interesting. Dish soap bubbles floated in the air, and Cheng Che extended a finger to gently pop them. The two of them inexplicably started a contest to see who could pop more bubbles, faster.

Cheng Che stayed the night at Shen Qingyu’s place. They naturally slept on the same bed.

After showering, Shen Qingyu nestled in his arms, scrolling on his phone, falling asleep when he felt tired. It was no different from any ordinary couple, and Shen Qingyu even felt they were happier.

…

Lu Xiao’s car was parked in the apartment complex all night. He waited in the car for the entire night.

Countless cigarettes were burned out, yet he never saw Cheng Che leave.

From his angle, he could vaguely see the window of Shen Qingyu’s bedroom. He witnessed the light in that room go from on to off.

The coldness violently crashed inside his body. He crushed the last cigarette in the pack with his bare hands and couldn’t help but curse under his breath.

Lu Xiao began to imagine what they were doing in Shen Qingyu’s bed. Was Cheng Che making love to him? Would Shen Qingyu accept it? Given Shen Qingyu’s delicate nature, he must be crying and begging for mercy in bed.

Images of Shen Qingyu’s body, so fair and smooth, instantly appeared in his mind—surely, the slightest touch would leave a fingerprint.

His fists were tightly clenched, his knuckles making a creaking sound that felt bizarre and unnerving in the dark night.

Anger and jealousy caused him to break down, yet he had no right to do anything. He could only be a resentful, jealous husband, silently pleading in his heart for Shen Qingyu and Cheng Che not to do such a thing.

At 2:00 AM, Lu Xiao lit up his screen. His phone battery was almost depleted. The wallpaper was Shen Qingyu’s adorable sleeping face. He carefully touched the small face on the screen with his finger. Even after a long time, he could still recall how he felt when he took that photo.

In that moment, he felt like he owned the entire world.

Because Shen Qingyu was sleeping right beside him.

He knew it was wrong, he knew he shouldn’t do it, but he still couldn’t stop himself from calling Shen Qingyu.

Shen Qingyu was startled awake by the phone ringing. He glanced at the caller ID, and his heart leaped into his throat. Seeing signs that Cheng Che was waking up, he quickly silenced the phone and quietly got out of the room.

The moment the call connected, Lu Xiao felt a sense of relief.

“You let Cheng Che stay over,” Lu Xiao’s voice was chilling, carrying a faint, unnoticed pain. “Did you let him touch you? Did you two do it?”

Shen Qingyu was dizzy from the barrage of questions. Coupled with being woken up, his reaction was slow. But Lu Xiao took this as an admission and a sign of guilt.

Lu Xiao sneered: “He looks pretty weak, can he satisfy you?”

Shen Qingyu felt drenched in a bucket of ice water. He covered the phone, subconsciously glanced behind him to confirm Cheng Che was still asleep, and then lowered his voice, annoyed: “What nonsense are you talking about!”

“I’m not talking nonsense,” Lu Xiao was too calm. “If he’s too weak, I don’t mind being your massager.”

Shen Qingyu’s vision went dark again. He stood by the window, gently pulling back the curtain, and indeed saw the familiar car in his view. He frowned delicately:

“Why haven’t you left? Look at the time…”

Lu Xiao spoke with an air of entitlement: “How would I know you let Cheng Che stay over if I left? You still haven’t answered my question. Did you let him touch you?”

“Lu Xiao, stop causing trouble, okay.” Even with the window closed, Shen Qingyu could hear the howling wind outside. “It’s too cold out there. Hurry up and drive home to rest. Be careful on the road.”

Lu Xiao held a lighter, flipping it open and shut, producing a crisp sound.

The sound traveled through the receiver, like a hammer striking Shen Qingyu’s heart.

“Does this count as you caring about me?” Lu Xiao played the rogue.

Shen Qingyu was helpless: “Yes, I care about you. Just go home.”

With a “snap,” Lu Xiao flicked the lighter one last time. He put the lighter away, and was about to speak, when he suddenly heard Cheng Che’s voice from the other end of the line:

“Why are you standing here?”

His voice was thick with drowsiness, sounding exactly like someone affectionately whining to their loved one, making Lu Xiao feel sick.

Such a good actor. Is this what Shen Qingyu likes?

Shen Qingyu frantically put his phone down, hid his arm behind his back, and said awkwardly, “I suddenly woke up, couldn’t sleep, so I came here to look around.”

Cheng Che didn’t think much of it and pulled him into a hug, saying, “Xiao Yu, you smell so good…”

“Nonsense, I can’t smell anything.”

“You smell especially good.” Cheng Che sniffed deeply, like a large dog.

Lu Xiao clenched his teeth, masochistically listening to their hushed conversation coming from the phone, refusing to hang up.

Shen Qingyu finally managed to coax Cheng Che back to sleep. He opened his phone and saw that the call duration was still ticking. He sighed helplessly and asked, “Are you gone, Lu Xiao?”

“No.”

“Go home now. Be safe on the road.”

“I want to see you.” Lu Xiao’s voice was heavy. Shen Qingyu could almost imagine his dejected appearance.

“I…”

“Don’t let him touch you,” Lu Xiao said through gritted teeth. “I’m leaving.”

With that, he abruptly hung up the phone, as if he didn’t want to hear Shen Qingyu’s reply. He knew it was self-deception, but only this way could he feel a little better now.

Watching the car drive away, Shen Qingyu finally breathed a sigh of relief, though he was no longer sleepy.

Cheng Che in the room hadn’t gone back to sleep either, instead leaning against the headboard, staring blankly. Shen Qingyu moved closer, kissing his chin like a kitten. Cheng Che narrowed his eyes: “Decided to come back?”

Shen Qingyu nodded without changing his expression and said, “I decided to.”

Cheng Che wrapped his arms around him, holding him tightly. The heat radiating from their bodies intertwined, yet neither felt hot, only wanting to be closer.

Cheng Che’s kiss descended, carrying a sense of urgency, as if trying to grasp something real amid uncertainty.

Shen Qingyu obediently tilted his head back, feeling the warmth, occasionally letting out an almost inaudible, suppressed breath that was distinctly clear in the quiet room. The air seemed to be ignited, and even his reason began to loosen. The smooth, soft skin beneath Cheng Che’s palm warmed up.

The cool air touched his suddenly exposed skin, causing a subtle shiver. The warm light cast a hazy glow over them. Shen Qingyu closed his eyes in comfortable immersion. But when he felt a certain wetness, he suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils contracting.

“Stop—”

“Xiao Yu, let me kiss you, okay?” Cheng Che’s voice was so low it almost melted into the air, softly falling into Shen Qingyu’s ears, making him feel a deep, intense tickle. The feeling of being drugged returned, even more uncontrollably.

He gave an almost inaudible response. Cheng Che’s kiss landed again with joy, moving from his smooth, flat lower abdomen, gradually traveling towards a deeper, more secret place.

Cheng Che’s actions paused. The hand gripping Shen Qingyu’s thigh tightened, leaving a faint mark. Shen Qingyu drew a sharp breath, opening his eyes in a daze: “What’s wrong?”

“…Nothing.” Cheng Che gritted his teeth, his Adam’s apple bobbing. His gaze was fixed on the red fingerprint in the most intimate area of Shen Qingyu’s inner thigh.

A mark in that location clearly couldn’t have been self-inflicted…

Who was it?

Was it Lu Xiao or Song Yu? Or another man?

A sudden burst of nameless anger surged, scorching his insides. Yet, his fingers gently touched the mark.

Did they go all the way? Cheng Che tentatively probed with his finger.

“No—” Shen Qingyu’s body instantly tensed, his long legs subconsciously clamped together, clearly conveying rejection. This unfamiliar and intense resistance seemed to prove that area had not been trespassed upon.

But Cheng Che didn’t relax. Instead, he was dominated by a powerful impulse. He was unwilling to stop here; he wanted to possess more.

He needed Shen Qingyu to belong entirely to him alone.

“Xiao Yu, I’ll be gentle. Can we take it slow?”

Shen Qingyu looked into his bloodshot eyes, which were surging with too many emotions he couldn’t understand, and a part of his heart suddenly softened.

“I’ll only do this much today. We can do more when you’re ready, okay?”