After Breaking Up, I Shared an Apartment With My Best Friend and Her Boyfriend (H) - Chapter 18: Strapped So Tight It Hurt the Flesh

Chapter 18: Strapped So Tight It Hurt the Flesh

After adding each other on WeChat, Chen Qiao was about to step into her bedroom. Xu Yanqi hesitated, then decided he should apologize to her for deleting her and giving the bar a bad review.

“Chen Qiao, sorry.”

After he spoke, Chen Qiao paused and turned around. Her eyes, dark as the deep sea, looked at him. “If you really feel sorry, can you help me out?”

Hearing the word “help,” Xu Yanqi’s heart tightened unconsciously.

He clenched his fingers behind his back. Some emotions in his eyes were deliberately buried deep. “Tell me.”

Then, he watched as Chen Qiao raised her arm in front of him. Her slender arm reached behind her, gently lifting the loose T-shirt she wore and pulling it upward.

That motion was enough to spark wild imagination.

She tugged the fabric, exposing her sexy, alluring waistline. As she went higher, the smooth, soft curves extended further, stopping abruptly at the undone clasp of her bra, forced apart.

Chen Qiao paused her fingers there. “I can’t fasten my bra strap.”

She turned her head slightly, gazing at him quietly. “Xu Yanqi, help me clasp it.”

In that moment, being asked to fasten her bra felt like something heavy suddenly pressed onto Xu Yanqi’s chest, like a massive mountain, stealing his breath.

Especially Chen Qiao’s eyes—though calm and still, they were undeniably captivating to him.

Her quiet gaze always felt like a deadly black hole, swallowing him whole.

Xu Yanqi glanced at his watch, knowing she had to get to work. He slowed his breathing, trying to steady his emotions, and tugged the corner of his mouth.

“Clasp it loose or tight?”

After he spoke, his hand reached up. His fingertips brushed her skin, warm and soft to the touch.

That accidental skin contact sent a shiver rippling across Chen Qiao’s pale, delicate skin.

From behind her, Xu Yanqi could see the visible goosebumps rising on her flesh.

She was truly sensitive.

Lost in thought, Xu Yanqi’s fingers, holding her bra clasp, suddenly flexed. The thin edge of his nail scraped her skin.

Chen Qiao let out a soft whimper. “Mmm… clasp it tight.”

Her voice was both husky and rough.

Xu Yanqi instantly felt a tickle in his heart. Desire quietly spread through his eyes.

Then, his hands found her delicate straps. With one motion, he expertly fastened the bra clasps inward, securing them tightly on both sides.

His hands were gentle yet strong.

Chen Qiao didn’t feel the slightest bit of harsh tightness.

Lin Yizheng had helped her with her bra straps before. She always asked him to fasten them tight, but he often strapped them so tight it hurt her flesh.

He even blamed her, saying the size wasn’t right or that she’d gained weight.

In truth, it was just that some men didn’t know how to do it and wouldn’t put effort into their fingers.

“Done.”

When Xu Yanqi told Chen Qiao it was finished, his hands didn’t move from the clasp he held.

Until Chen Qiao said, “Thanks.”

He still didn’t budge.

Then, she began to feel his fingertips slowly tracing her skin.

A gentle touch, then another, like a soft breeze brushing past.

Each tender caress released a wave of heat across Chen Qiao’s back, stirring the hormones in her lower body.

Chen Qiao’s throat kept swallowing, then swallowing again.

His teasing, seductive fingers pressed lightly against her skin. The tingling sensation flooded her mind. Just as she could no longer bear the overwhelming mix of numbness and allure, Xu Yanqi suddenly spoke.

“There’s a hair on your waist.”

As he said this, his fingers continued their touch, blooming like silk across Chen Qiao’s skin. She was forced to sink into it, unable to resist as she murmured a response.

“Did you take it off?”

Xu Yanqi’s voice deepened. “Don’t move.”

After he spoke, a faint sound reached Chen Qiao’s ears. It seemed like the soft click of a belt buckle being undone on his trousers.