After The Beautiful Woman Moves Into The Jock's Dorm Room - Chapter 94

Chapter 94: “Is mine better to touch, or is his better to touch?…”

Life after the breakup seemed to have little change, except that being alone felt a bit boring.

On Yang Yu’s birthday, when Shen Qingyu gave him the gift, he stared at the blind boxes he had chosen with Cheng Che, lost in thought for a moment. Sensing his distraction, Yang Yu waved his hand in front of him:

“What are you spacing out for? What, you don’t want to give these to me anymore?”

Hearing this, Shen Qingyu shook his head, a faint smile on his lips: “Of course not. I was just thinking about something.”

Yang Yu knew about his breakup with Cheng Che, but didn’t know the reason. He hinted a few times, but Shen Qingyu always brushed him off. Guessing there must be a particularly upsetting reason, Yang Yu didn’t press further, giving him time to process things until he was ready to talk. If that happened, Yang Yu would be a loyal listener.

“Let’s open them together,” Yang Yu handed him a few. “Let’s see whose luck is better.”

Shen Qingyu said: “I bought these, so my luck must be better, right?”

Yang Yu took a deep breath: “That makes sense… Never mind. I won’t worry about it. If I get the style I like, I’ll treat you to a night out at a club to watch male models.”

Shen Qingyu: “I think you’re the one who wants to watch male models, aren’t you?”

“That’s true, but I was reluctant to go before,” Yang Yu grabbed his arm and shook it. “Just come with me for company.”

Shen Qingyu knew Yang Yu wanted to take him out to relax, and he didn’t want to disappoint his good intentions, so he nodded and reluctantly agreed: “Fine, I’ll go with you, but you promise me, no drinking too much alcohol.”

Yang Yu quickly nodded. He was still apprehensive about what happened last time and was determined not to leave Shen Qingyu alone there again.

“I’ll go first then.” Without any hesitation, Shen Qingyu opened a blind box in front of him and pulled out a card. He checked the chart on the back. “I don’t have this one.” The moment he finished speaking, he seemed to realize something. “I think I got the hidden edition.”

Yang Yu was stunned for a moment, then burst out in a sharp cry: “Huh? Really? That hidden edition model is super expensive on the market!”

Hearing about the price finally piqued Shen Qingyu’s interest. But when he tore open the foil bag and saw the ugly, adorable little figure, a look of confusion crossed his eyes: “It’s so ugly.”

Yang Yu nodded in agreement: “I think it’s ugly too.”

“Then why is the market price so high?”

“Maybe because it’s uniquely ugly.”

Shen Qingyu: “…” That actually seemed to be the case.

Shen Qingyu opened three in a row. Besides the initial hidden edition, the remaining two were styles Yang Yu liked. Yang Yu wanted to hug and kiss Shen Qingyu wildly, but Shen Qingyu pushed him away, feigning disgust.

“I’ve decided to take it with me to the club tonight to watch male models,” Yang Yu said, holding the hidden edition that Shen Qingyu had opened, grinning. “The more I look at it, the more pleasing it becomes.”

Shen Qingyu watched his smiling face for a while, feeling a pang of emotion at how positive Yang Yu’s attitude was, maintaining a good state and mood every day despite his breakup after being cheated on.

“Xiao Yu, we’re similar in height and weight. You can wear my clothes. After we eat, come to my place, and I’ll pick out a few outfits for you to try on.”

“I think I’ll pass. What I’m wearing is fine. It’s warm.” Shen Qingyu was wearing a milky-white knitted sweater today, making him look very obedient and young.

“It’s nice, but it’s too out of place in a club,” Yang Yu coaxed. “Just listen to me. They turn up the air conditioning in clubs, so it gets hot.”

Yang Yu nagged him until Shen Qingyu had no choice but to agree: “Fine, but I’m not wearing any flashy clothes.”

“Don’t worry. Trust me.”

Shen Qingyu was still a little skeptical, feeling a sense of resignation as if he had been tricked onto a pirate ship.

Events proved that Yang Yu’s words could only be half-believed.

When Shen Qingyu followed him into his house, he watched wide-eyed as Yang Yu opened his wardrobe, revealing one eye-blackening outfit after another hanging inside.

“You…”

“How about this one? I bought it but never wore it. Try it on.” Yang Yu pulled out a silk shirt with cutouts at the neckline and the left side of the waist, holding it up against him. “I think it’ll look great on you. It’s yours.”

Shen Qingyu looked conflicted: “I… I think I’ll pass.”

“Don’t be shy! It doesn’t show much skin. Your collarbones are so pretty, your waist is so slim, and your skin is fair. It’s perfect for you.”

Yang Yu heaped praise on him. Shen Qingyu reluctantly took the clothes and went to the bathroom to change. He emerged looking slightly self-conscious.

The moment he saw Shen Qingyu, Yang Yu’s eyes lit up. He pulled him over to the mirror. “See? You look amazing. There are two silk ribbons here. I’ll tie them for you.” As he spoke, he tied the ribbons on the opposite side, cinching a slender waist and making the cut-out skin on the other side look even more alluring.

“The pants you’re wearing now are perfect. I’ll find you a necklace.” Yang Yu rummaged through drawers and found a silver clavicle chain. “I always thought this necklace was beautiful, but I never had the right clothes to match it. When I wear it normally, my neck looks short. It’s finally useful today.”

Shen Qingyu was like a doll, letting Yang Yu dress him up. When everything was done, Yang Yu also changed into a sexy, tight outfit. The two of them took endless photos in front of the full-length mirror. Yang Yu even coached Shen Qingyu on how to pose for the best pictures. Shen Qingyu thought the suggested poses were a little artificial, but the resulting photos turned out surprisingly good.

After posting the photos to his moments, Yang Yu unexpectedly received a like and a private message from Lu Xiao.

The two had exchanged contact information at the dinner table last time but hadn’t communicated until now. This was the first time Lu Xiao had reached out.

【Lu Xiao: Where are you two going?】

Yang Yu glanced at Shen Qingyu’s profile, hesitating whether to tell him.

【Lu Xiao: I won’t tell Shen Qingyu you told me.】

【Yang Yu: We’re going to XX Bar.】

【Lu Xiao: Ok】

Yang Yu guiltily pocketed his phone, cleared his throat, and said, “Let’s head out. Let’s take a taxi. You should stay at my place tonight. My parents are both away on a business trip.”

Shen Qingyu nodded in agreement. Living alone at home was boring, and staying with Yang Yu would help him avoid thinking about those difficult things.

The cab quickly pulled up downstairs. The two hastily put on their down jackets and headed out. The outdoor cold was biting, a stark contrast to the warmth inside the car.

Neither of them had eaten dinner, so when they arrived at the club, they ordered a stack of food and two glasses of lemonade. Shen Qingyu was surprised that Yang Yu hadn’t ordered any alcohol.

But Yang Yu’s goal was clear: he wasn’t here to drink tonight, but to accompany Shen Qingyu to watch male models.

The place quickly livened up. When several shirtless handsome men appeared on stage, Yang Yu was so excited that his voice trembled:

“Holy cow, they have such great bodies! I’m going to touch them when they come down.”

Shen Qingyu was astonished: “You can actually touch them?”

“Of course! If you spend money, you can even do a cross-cup drink with them,” Yang Yu said, pulling out a few red bills from his wallet with a proud look.

“…”

“Which one do you like? Don’t be shy!” Yang Yu pointed to the most muscular man in the center. “That’s my type. He looks bad-boyish, with big muscles. He must feel great to touch.”

Shen Qingyu’s gaze briefly scanned the man with a critical eye. He pursed his lips and said, “He’s alright.” He didn’t like any of the six male models, even finding them rather ordinary, not worthy of so many screams and shouts.

“I almost forgot you’ve tasted the national banquet,” Yang Yu patted his shoulder. “They’re probably just average compared to those handsome guys in your dorm.”

There were all types of male models: muscle men, puppy-dog types, wolf-dog types, and even a golden-wire-rimmed, ascetic suit man, though his shirt was completely unbuttoned to show off his abs.

Shen Qingyu watched for a few moments, feeling awkward. He was still not used to this environment and sat there eating pasta with little interest.

The late-night food at this club was good. The pasta and army stew were indistinguishable from regular restaurants, and the prices weren’t high. Many people actually came here just to eat.

The male models came down one by one to interact with the customers below. Yang Yu enthusiastically waved the red bills in his hand, pointing to the muscular man. The muscular man, being quick-witted, walked over to him, proactively feeding Yang Yu lemonade and holding his wrist to let him touch his abs. Feeling the firm muscles, Yang Yu’s face flushed with excitement, and he yelled to Shen Qingyu: “The feel is amazing!”

Shen Qingyu forced a dry laugh. He thought the muscular man’s abs weren’t very attractive. Certainly not as attractive as Lu Xiao’s.

The thought of Lu Xiao made Shen Qingyu freeze.

Yang Yu thought he was curious too, so he offered: “Xiao Yu, you touch him too!”

“I… I think I’ll pass,” Shen Qingyu forced another dry laugh.

The male model was also good at sensing the mood. Seeing that Shen Qingyu was shy and good-looking, he held Yang Yu’s wrist with one hand and Shen Qingyu’s wrist with the other, practically dragging his hand to press against his chest.

Touching the muscle, Shen Qingyu’s arm trembled slightly from the embarrassment. Fortunately, his phone rang the next second. He faintly heard someone calling his name and quickly pulled away, saying: “I need to take a call. You two have fun!”

Shen Qingyu darted out like a startled rabbit, making Yang Yu burst into laughter.

Leaving that area, Shen Qingyu felt his breathing return to normal. He looked down at his phone. Lu Xiao’s call had ended a few seconds ago. Just as he was about to call back, someone suddenly grabbed his shoulder. He gasped in surprise, and before he could struggle, he was pinned against the wall by a figure. In his panic, he realized it was Lu Xiao, and his tense heart relaxed. He leaned weakly against the wall, complaining:

“What are you doing? You scared me to death.”

Lu Xiao’s face was dark. He glared at him sternly, remaining silent.

Shen Qingyu then realized something was wrong: “What are you doing here?”

“Why can’t I be here? Or are you afraid of being seen playing with male models?”

Shen Qingyu felt a lump in his throat and explained: “I wasn’t playing with male models. I came with Yang Yu. It’s his birthday today.”

“Don’t think I didn’t see it. Your hand was on that jerk’s body,” Lu Xiao pressed against him, looking down at his eyes from above, a hint of jealousy in his tone. “Was his body nice to touch? So you like that type?”

“I don’t like that type. Stop imagining things, okay?” Shen Qingyu was frustrated. Why did Lu Xiao have to run into him here of all places?

“Then what type do you like? Does your boyfriend know you’re out touching male models?” Lu Xiao said through gritted teeth. “It’s okay to touch male models, but not me?”

Shen Qingyu felt his vision blur repeatedly. Why was he making it about himself again? “No… I think you’ve misunderstood something. I didn’t want to touch him at all! Yang Yu forced me to, and I refused!”

“I only believe what I see,” Lu Xiao grabbed his hand, squeezing it tightly, and then forced him to press his hand against his own abs. Although there was a layer of clothing, Shen Qingyu could still feel the firm, perfect muscle definition. His Adam’s apple bobbed, and he asked: “Is mine better to touch, or is his better to touch?”

Shen Qingyu licked his dry lips and said uncontrollably: “Yours is better to touch.”