After The Beautiful Woman Moves Into The Jock's Dorm Room - Chapter 89

Chapter 89: Cheng Che might have a bit of an M-side!

After Shen Qingyu sent that message, Lu Xiao indeed did not come over, and even disappeared from Shen Qingyu’s moments (social media feed) for several days.

Before this, Lu Xiao often used his moments to let Shen Qingyu know what he was doing every day. When he didn’t see any updates for a few days, Shen Qingyu found it strange and even started wondering if his words had hurt Lu Xiao’s feelings.

Another two days passed. On the day Cheng Che’s parents returned to Wencheng from the island, Cheng Che had to go home, ending their brief cohabitation.

During these few days, they were intimate almost every day, sometimes multiple times. It was then that Shen Qingyu truly realized that the “strength” of an athlete should not be underestimated. Each time they finished, his back and legs were sore, feeling like he had been taken apart and reassembled. Although Cheng Che always gently coaxed and comforted him afterward, the extreme feeling of being pushed to the climax and having his consciousness scatter remained branded in his body. Just recalling it made him tremble slightly.

Therefore, when Cheng Che reluctantly left his home, Shen Qingyu felt a little relieved inside.

The two stood at the door and shared a lingering kiss, almost reigniting their passion. Shen Qingyu quickly pushed him away.

Feeling the resistance, Cheng Che looked down at his face, gently and affectionately kissed his forehead, and then left.

Shen Qingyu rubbed his lower back and collapsed onto the sofa to scroll on his phone.

Lu Xiao had posted a long-awaited update on his moments, which contained only one picture.

When he saw the tattoo in the picture, Shen Qingyu was stunned, his expression becoming complicated, but mostly one of helplessness.

Lu Xiao was always like this—impulsive and self-willed. Even though he knew Shen Qingyu was already with someone else, he stubbornly refused to give up, even using this method to mark their one-sided relationship.

Perhaps it wasn’t entirely “one-sided.” After all, before getting together with Cheng Che, Shen Qingyu had felt his heart beat differently for Lu Xiao several times.

In the photo, Lu Xiao was shirtless, taking a mirror selfie. His abs were tight and full, his arm muscles strong and coiled. The most conspicuous part was the tattoo on his side waist—a feather pattern.

Shen Qingyu figured he could understand Lu Xiao’s intention. He thought about it, but ultimately scrolled past, pretending not to see it.

Unexpectedly, half an hour later, Lu Xiao specifically sent the picture to him, saying with an extremely arrogant tone: “Does it look good?”

Shen Qingyu replayed the one-second voice message several times, still unsure if he was asking about the tattoo, his muscles, or both.

He replied perfunctorily: 【It looks good.】

“I found a designer for this. Next to it is your name in English script,” Lu Xiao told him enthusiastically.

Shen Qingyu sighed silently and asked him: 【Did the tattoo hurt much?】

Lu Xiao’s voice sounded somewhat unnatural. He pretended to be calm and said, “This little pain is nothing, it was just like being tickled.”

【Shen Qingyu: You shouldn’t have gotten that design.】

“Then what do you think I should get? I’ll tattoo whatever I want. You’re not my boyfriend, you can’t tell me what to do.” His tone was a bit harsh, sounding like angry embarrassment.

Shen Qingyu knew this wasn’t what he truly meant. Since he chose to send the picture, it meant he wanted approval.

【Shen Qingyu: That’s not what I meant… never mind. As long as you’re happy.】

【Lu Xiao: I’m not happy at all】

【Lu Xiao: I’ll be happy when you break up with Cheng Che】

【Lu Xiao: How long did he stay at your place?】

Why was he circling back to this topic? Shen Qingyu felt a headache coming on. He pinched the bridge of his nose and said: 【I have something to do. I have to go. Take good care of the tattoo and don’t let it get infected.】

He knew that Lu Xiao was determined to do this and couldn’t be persuaded, so he didn’t say anything else, only telling him to take care of it, hoping he might get bored and wash it off later.

…

In the evening, Cheng Che’s mother messaged Shen Qingyu, inviting him over to their house, saying she had prepared many local specialties and gifts.

Thinking of the warm atmosphere of the Cheng family, Shen Qingyu quickly tidied himself up and bought some fruit on the way.

Cheng Che was already waiting downstairs. Seeing him carrying large bags, he rushed forward to take them: “Why did you buy so much? Your hands are all red.”

“I couldn’t come empty-handed,” Shen Qingyu said with a smile. “Plus, I was craving some pomelo anyway.”

Cheng Che weighed the round, heavy pomelo and said softly, “Alright, I’ll peel the pomelo for you.”

As soon as they entered the door, Cheng Che’s mother enthusiastically pulled Shen Qingyu in, looking him up and down: “Why do you look like you’ve lost weight? Shouldn’t you gain weight during the holidays? Have you not been eating well?”

Shen Qingyu looked down at himself: “I think I’m fine? I feel like I’ve gained a little.”

Cheng Che’s mother gently pinched his cheek: “Who said that? Your chin looks sharper. Eat more tonight, and just stay here.”

Shen Qingyu exchanged a glance with Cheng Che and obediently nodded: “Okay.”

Cheng Che’s mother washed and cut some of the fruit Shen Qingyu brought, letting them play and eat in Cheng Che’s room, and also showed off the pile of things she had bought for Shen Qingyu—including clothes, snacks, and even some very delicate small pendants.

He could almost imagine the expression Cheng Che’s mother had while choosing these little trinkets while shopping.

“Thank you, Auntie. I really like these gifts. I’ll cherish them,” Shen Qingyu said sincerely.

“I’m glad you like them. You two play for a while,” Cheng Che’s mother smiled gently and quickly left Cheng Che’s room.

Only the two of them were left in the room. The atmosphere was quiet for a moment, then Cheng Che proactively took his hand and sat on the bed. They shared a passionate kiss.

Shen Qingyu felt his body go limp, and with a slight pull, he fell into the fluffy duvet. Cheng Che’s scent enveloped him, and his heart pounded wildly.

However, they didn’t go any further. Cheng Che held him and chatted, and then peeled pomelo for him. Shen Qingyu took a bite and said without changing his expression, “It’s so sweet. Try it.”

Cheng Che didn’t think much of it and took the pomelo that Shen Qingyu offered to his mouth. A bitter and sour taste spread in his mouth. He frowned but swallowed it anyway: “Xiao Yu, you’re naughty.”

Shen Qingyu immediately smiled, his eyes curving. His clear laughter contained a hint of smugness, which melted away all of Cheng Che’s annoyance, leaving only deep affection. He gently flicked his nose.

“This one is too bitter. Don’t eat it. I guess I don’t know how to pick pomelos.” Shen Qingyu tasted another piece, and his eyes lit up. “This one isn’t bitter, really.”

He sent the pomelo to Cheng Che’s mouth again. Cheng Che took a bite without hesitation. The juice burst in his mouth, and he nodded: “It really is sweet. Maybe the one you ate just now wasn’t ripe.”

He completely dismissed the possibility that Shen Qingyu might trick him again. Even if he did, Cheng Che was willing to accept it.

After dinner, Shen Qingyu stayed there. He took a shower and came out of the bathroom wearing Cheng Che’s pajamas.

Cheng Che’s clothes were a bit loose on him. The hem of the top just covered his hip line, the pants were too long, dragging on the floor, and the waist was loose. He decided to only wear the top, but he hadn’t expected this outfit to make Cheng Che freeze on the spot.

The other man’s gaze was fixated on his straight, pale legs, so hot that it made him feel slightly uneasy. He subconsciously crossed one leg over the other, turning slightly sideways.

Shen Qingyu whispered an explanation: “Um…”

Cheng Che instantly snapped out of it.

“The pants don’t fit well, so I had to do this…” Shen Qingyu lowered his eyes. “Could you help me find a pair of shorts?”

Cheng Che’s gaze darted around, but inevitably returned to his straight legs, his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly. “Shorts… are hard to find. Just wear that.”

“Oh… okay.” Shen Qingyu slowly got into bed, burrowing under the blanket Cheng Che’s mother had prepared for him. It was a little cold, and he shivered slightly.

Cheng Che’s full attention was on him. Realizing he seemed to be shaking, he decisively lifted the blanket and pulled him into his arms.

Skin against skin, Shen Qingyu instantly felt the heat surging towards him. He felt enveloped by warmth, all of it emanating from Cheng Che.

He remembered reading an unscientific popular science article that claimed this was proof of a man’s strong yang energy (vital masculine heat). He couldn’t help but nod—Cheng Che’s yang energy was indeed strong.

Just holding him silently was enough happiness. Shen Qingyu closed his eyes contentedly, snuggling in his arms and scrolling through short videos.

Shen Qingyu usually scrolled through videos very quickly, often swiping away after just a few seconds because he found them uninteresting. But for some reason, today, several couple videos were consecutively pushed to him. The one that held his attention the longest was a gay couple. The man in the video was cute, the “puppy-dog” type, but spoke with a very pleasant, deep baritone voice. He hugged his lover and whined:

“Gege (Brother), can we do it today~”

His lover’s voice was laced with a smile: “You’re too old to be whining.”

“But you like me this way, don’t you, Gege~”

The video was only about ten seconds long, but Shen Qingyu was lost in thought.

When the video started playing, Cheng Che immediately perked up. He was seemingly playing a game, but he was secretly observing Shen Qingyu’s reaction. After noticing that the video had been replayed twice, he couldn’t sit still. He tossed his phone aside, hugged Shen Qingyu’s waist, and buried his fluffy head in his neck.

Shen Qingyu was tickled by his hair and pushed him away a few times: “What are you doing?”

Cheng Che complained slightly: “Do you like this kind of thing?”

“What?” Shen Qingyu didn’t quite catch which “kind of thing” he meant.

“Gege,” Cheng Che lowered his voice and softened his tone, speaking with a muffled sound that sounded like whining. “If you like it, I can call you that too.”

Shen Qingyu laughed dumbfounded and rubbed his slightly curly hair: “How did you deduce that?”

“You only watched other videos for one or two seconds, but you watched this one twice,” Cheng Che looked up and held him even tighter, not feeling that there was anything wrong with his large size doing this. “Gege, you can do anything you want to me.” As he spoke, he pulled Shen Qingyu’s hand downward.

Shen Qingyu’s palm touched something hot. His face instantly flushed, and he said with some helplessness and slight petulance, “That’s not what I meant!”

“But that’s what I mean,” Cheng Che looked at him, his eyes serious and calm. “I can try anything with you. I’m not afraid of pain. Anything you give, I’ll gladly accept.”

Shen Qingyu’s scalp suddenly tingled. In fact, he had vaguely noticed something was off before. For instance, when they reached climax, Shen Qingyu would sometimes lose control and forcefully hit Cheng Che with his fist, but Cheng Che would become even more excited, as if the pain were merely a catalyst… And for example, Cheng Che actually preferred Shen Qingyu to be on top and take the lead… and there were even a few times when passing by adult stores where he noticed Cheng Che’s gaze lingering on certain toys…

He hadn’t paid much attention to it before, but now that he thought about it, it made his scalp crawl.

He thought to himself…

Cheng Che might have a bit of an M-side (masochistic tendency)!