After Breaking Up, I Shared an Apartment With My Best Friend and Her Boyfriend (H) - Chapter 3: Panting

Chapter 3: Panting

Chen Qiao covered the fabric on her chest, pursing her lips as she said, “I’ll wear underwear next time.”

Xu Yanqi’s face showed a hint of awkwardness, not knowing how to respond, so he simply said, “Oh, okay.”

He had originally wanted to say that he didn’t mean to see it.

But he thought Chen Qiao would just reply, “I know.”

Just like the incident with masturbating, she knew about it.

And even if it was unintentional, he had still seen it.

Chen Qiao turned around, pretending to wash her hands, purposefully making space for Xu Yanqi to leave first.

After the man had walked away, Chen Qiao silently moved two steps to the side, standing in the same spot and watching Xu Yanqi’s back. The man walked with his back straight, facing away from the light, taking steps forward.

There was an indescribable cold charm about him.

Xu Yanqi was still as cold and serious as when they met in college.

*

Two more days passed, and the two went about their lives as usual.

Occasionally, Wen Sui would call, not only to supervise Xu Yanqi, but also to inquire about her best friend Chen Qiao’s breakup status.

Xu Yanqi furrowed his brows, and as Wen Sui kept coaxing him to find out, he thought for a moment before uttering this sentence:

“I don’t see that she’s heartbroken.”

Just then, Chen Qiao came back. She had returned and was changing her shoes at the entrance, her gaze meeting the man’s as he walked out of the room.

Of course, Chen Qiao heard Xu Yanqi’s reply to Wen Sui, and then Wen Sui knew Chen Qiao had returned, hurriedly wanting to video call her.

“Have you had dinner, Qiao Qiao?”

Chen Qiao took Xu Yanqi’s phone, their fingertips accidentally touching for a moment, making both of them shudder.

“I have.”

Chen Qiao answered Wen Sui’s question.

“I’ve been so busy lately, busy with performances, I really haven’t had time to contact you. Qiao Qiao, so have you reconciled with Lin Yixing?”

After saying this, Chen Qiao changed her shoes and headed to her own room. “No.”

She thought about what she had just said, and gently advised, “I know you’re busy, take care of yourself.”

Wen Sui nodded on the video, “Okay, Qiao Qiao, you too. If you feel like crying, just cry, don’t hold it in. As for that Lin Yixing, when I get back, I’ll help you teach him a lesson.”

Chen Qiao nodded in agreement with her, “Thank you, Wen Sui, you’re so good.”

Wen Sui had put on makeup today, and her face after the makeup was exquisitely crafted, shining like a dazzling pearl.

Her features were the kind that would captivate any man.

Her figure was also the kind that would make not only men, but women as well, yearn for.

Her proud and full breasts, her tight and well-proportioned waist, her tall and slender stature, each part was intoxicating and superior to Chen Qiao’s.

“Xu Yanqi hasn’t bullied you, has he? If he bullies you, Qiao Qiao, tell me, okay?”

Chen Qiao leaned on the bed with the phone, her face bare. “No, he hasn’t. Your boyfriend, don’t you know? He’s been looking after me because of you.”

To prevent Wen Sui from overthinking, she explained what she meant by “looking after.”

“Wen Sui, you know Xu Yanqi’s unsociable personality. If it weren’t for you, he wouldn’t even talk to me.”

Wen Sui didn’t think much of it, laughing loudly, “Haha, I don’t think he dares to bully Qiao Qiao.”

After chatting about a few other things, Wen Sui ended the video call, and Chen Qiao looked at the phone in her hand, which had returned to the wallpaper screen.

The wallpaper was a photo of Wen Sui and Xu Yanqi that Wen Sui had set. Wen Sui was leaning on Xu Yanqi, smiling radiantly.

And the man? He was whispering softly with her.

This photo, Xu Yanqi didn’t know, was taken by Chen Qiao. That day, she had stood behind a statue and helped Wen Sui take the photo.

Chen Qiao was lost in thought when Xu Yanqi lightly knocked on her door. “Chen Qiao, my phone.”

His low-pitched voice was always so pleasant to hear.

Chen Qiao got up and opened the door, handing the phone back to Xu Yanqi.

As the man was about to turn and leave, “I’ve ordered takeout, would you like to eat together?”

At this time, it wasn’t completely dark outside yet, and Chen Qiao thought he probably hadn’t eaten yet.

Xu Yanqi glanced sideways, a faint smile on his thin lips. “I don’t eat takeout.”

Chen Qiao didn’t say anything, “Okay.”

He was just like Wen Sui, their living habits were so similar.

Wen Sui didn’t eat takeout or street food, she either ate at upscale chain restaurants or the meals Xu Yanqi cooked for her.

Unlike her, Lin Yixing didn’t cook for her, not because he was lazy, but because he didn’t have good cooking skills.

As for Chen Qiao herself, one reason was laziness, another was lack of time, and the last was that Chen Qiao was easy to feed – she had grown up eating all kinds of food.

She would eat anything as long as it wasn’t poisonous.

Suddenly remembering what she had overheard earlier, when Chen Qiao told Wen Sui that Xu Yanqi had an unsociable personality, Xu Yanqi hesitated for a moment, then said,

“Takeout is not clean.”

He pointed to the living room. “I’ve already eaten, there’s some food I made in the fridge, if you don’t mind, you can heat it up and eat.”

Unexpectedly, he had already eaten.

And she didn’t expect his usual meal time to be this early.

“Okay, I understand, thank you.”

Chen Qiao nodded.

As the man turned and went to his own room, Chen Qiao once again stared intently at his back. Xu Yanqi’s short black hair glowed with tiny points of light under the not-too-bright incandescent light.

His back, just as she had seen it many times before, had an upright posture, broad and powerful shoulders, always exuding an indescribable charm.

“Xu Yanqi, wait.”

Chen Qiao couldn’t help but walk up to him and call out.

Then, before the man had turned around, her slender fingers gently stroked his back through the man’s shirt, which she didn’t know when had become damp with sweat.

Her soft, water-like fingers traced along his spine, all the way up, drawing a graceful arc.

Her tender touch caused Xu Yanqi to pant heavily.

At that moment, Xu Yanqi only remembered his slightly closed eyes and slightly trembling eyelashes, as well as his drooping arms that were like two supporting columns tightening.

His heartbeat also gradually rose and fell.

The muscles on his back were tightly contracted, and Chen Qiao was still caressing him, making it impossible to resist.

Xu Yanqi stood stiffly, frowning deeply, each breath he took seemed extremely painful.

At that time, he was thinking in his heart, Chen Qiao, what do you want to do?

Until Chen Qiao spoke, “That’s it.”

Then she slowly removed her hand from his back, holding it up in front of Xu Yanqi, “There was a thread on your back.”