After Breaking Up, I Shared an Apartment With My Best Friend and Her Boyfriend (H) - Chapter 8: Grab Her Hand and Continue to Rub

Chapter 8: Grab Her Hand and Continue to Rub

Chen Qiao stood outside the door and heard the rustling sounds from Xu Yanqi’s room. She asked if he needed help. The meaning was obvious.

Xu Yanqi’s heart started racing. The person asking was his girlfriend’s best friend. He did not know how to respond – anything he said would feel awkward.

After a few minutes, Xu Yanqi heard the sound of her footsteps walking away. He chose to get out of bed. He opened the door and called out to Chen Qiao, who was about to enter her room, “I’m going to work.”

Chen Qiao turned to look at him. The man was in his home loungewear, hastily put on and not neatly arranged.

Chen Qiao’s gaze lingered. Her eyes were like the depths of a lake, seemingly hiding mysteries Xu Yanqi could not fathom.

“I’ve heard you jacking off for an hour,” she explained.

Her unfiltered words made Xu Yanqi’s eyes twitch. He gripped the doorframe tightly, then lowered his eyelids slightly. As Chen Qiao was closing her own door, she said, “Do you really not need my help?”

It was her final question. Her voice was calm, but unconsciously had a seductive tone. “There’s still some time before you need to leave for work.”

Xu Yanqi stared at the woman as she was about to close the door. Her expression was unchanged, but the way she held the doorknob suggested she was not quite closing it. Then, without further words, she gave him a look.

That look seemed to grasp the secrets in Xu Yanqi’s heart. The air around them was charged with ambiguity, and Xu Yanqi found himself captivated, unable to escape. He could feel his heartbeat.

After a few seconds, he finally spoke. “How would you help?”

As soon as he said that, Chen Qiao suddenly opened her door. “I’ll jerk you off,” she said, her made-up face glowing softly in the darkness. “Come to your room, don’t tell Wen Sui.”

Xu Yanqi understood Chen Qiao’s meaning – she did not want Wen Sui to know, and he would not tell Wen Sui either.

They both recognized each other’s reservations. Xu Yanqi followed her lead, “And you don’t tell Wen Sui.”

He opened the door to his room. With an unspoken agreement, the two were candid. This was Chen Qiao’s first time in Xu Yanqi’s room – previously, Wen Sui had slept here, so the room contained not only Xu Yanqi’s things, but also Wen Sui’s.

Chen Qiao noticed a delicate violin standing on a stand in the corner, catching the light from the window. She also saw piles of sheet music on the bookshelf, which she could tell Wen Sui had never touched – she had just bought them and placed them here.

As the man sat on the bed, Chen Qiao’s gaze immediately fixed on his crotch. Xu Yanqi felt unsure of what to do.

When Chen Qiao sat down next to him, she brazenly reached out and caressed him. As her soft palm covered his bulge, Xu Yanqi could clearly feel her straight fingers boldly touching that area through his pants.

She slowly straightened out his shrunken member, patiently stroking and fondling it. The stimulating sensations were like electric shocks, making Xu Yanqi involuntarily gasp.

“Mmm,” he arched his back as it hardened in her hand.

“Try taking it out?” Chen Qiao suggested, seeing it had become erect.

Xu Yanqi frowned. He knew what that would mean, so he did not comply, and instead kept grabbing her hand to continue the rubbing.

“No, just like this.”

It was a subconscious reaction – previously, when he wanted this, he would also directly grab Wen Sui’s hand, but she was often unwilling. Helping him in this way did not give her any pleasure, only him, and it took a long time.