Rival roommate wants to be my boyfriend

Chapter 38 is not as good as yours. ...

This sleep was exceptionally peaceful. It was close to eleven o'clock at noon, and the room in 702 was still dark, and the three of them were breathing steadily.

Yang Kaimiao, who was sleeping on the other side, woke up first. He sat up and subconsciously felt that he was probably the only one left in the dormitory, but when he looked around, he realized that there were two people lying on the opposite bed.

"Fuck!" Yang Kaimiao yelled.

Cheng Yue opened his eyes abruptly.

The first thing that caught his sight was the left hand he and An Mingyu were holding.

Yang Kaimiao climbed down from the bed, and said slowly: "Why didn't you two wake up, you were a thief behind my back last night?"

As soon as the words were finished, Cheng Yue and An Mingyu's beds rang loudly.

"Damn it, what's wrong? What was the sound just now?" Yang Kaimiao turned around in horror.

Cheng Yue blushed and lowered his head, and rubbed his wrist that had just been hit by the bed rail: "No, I shook the bed."

"Oh, I was scared to death." Yang Kaimiao breathed a sigh of relief.

An Mingyu on the other side of the bed frowned, stood up, and asked in a low voice, "Does it hurt?"

Just then, Cheng Yue was afraid that they would be seen holding hands while sleeping, so he pulled his hands back too much, and the bed of both of them was knocked and shook a few times.

Cheng Yue turned around and didn't look at him: "I didn't hit him."

He climbed out of bed and was about to wash up, but was blocked by An Mingyu again: "Show me your hands."

Cheng Yue glanced at Yang Kaimiao, and put his left hand, which was still in pain, behind his back: "I really didn't hit it, I'm going to brush my teeth, let me go."

An Mingyu didn't move, she stretched out her uninjured hand in front of him and spread it out.

Cheng Yue couldn't resist him, and worried that Yang Kaimiao would see something in the stalemate, so he put his left hand up.

"It's red." An Mingyu frowned.

He rubbed his calloused fingers on Cheng Yue's wrist, and the pain of being bumped was relieved immediately, and it also caused an itch.

Cheng Yue's arm shook: "Fortunately... only a little pain."

"What are you doing? Touching your little hands early in the morning?" Yang Kaimiao came back with a toothbrush and cup.

This sentence seemed to detonate the thunder in his mind, Cheng Yue slammed his hand away, squeezed between the two of them, and quickly locked himself in the bathroom.

Yang Kaimiao was stunned: "What's the matter? Me, I'm just kidding..."

An Mingyu twitched the finger that touched the other party just now, and smiled: "He is thin-skinned, don't make such jokes."

Yang Kaimiao scratched his head: "Oh..."

It's strange, although it's common for boys to be gay once in a while, but I always feel that An Mingyu and Cheng Yue look...really like that.

Startled by his own thoughts, he quickly stopped.

By the sink, Cheng Yue washed his face with cold water three times before he managed to cool down physically.

He braced his arms and looked at himself in the mirror.

What's going on with him recently?

He always had some weird thoughts, obviously he was just afraid that An Mingyu's body would feel cold and uncomfortable to warm his hands, why should he be afraid of being seen...

An Mingyu touched his hand, cared about him, rubbed it for him, it seemed nothing.

Cheng Yue's thoughts were flying wildly, and his eyes fell on Cai's wrist, as if there was still warmth on it where An Mingyu touched it.

The blush that had just subsided was about to climb up his cheeks again, and he quickly splashed another handful of water on his face.

He dawdled in the bathroom for a few more minutes before going out until his wrists and face were no longer hot.

After class at [-]:[-] p.m., An Mingyu stopped Cheng Yue and asked, "Let's go to the library together? Next week there will be a class on principles of chemical engineering and drug synthesis, so let's preview it in advance?"

Guo Yuxiang, who was standing next to him, asked Yang Kaimiao, "How difficult are these two courses?"

Yang Kaimiao: "I don't know, I feel okay..."

Cheng Yue pulled the shoulder strap of his backpack and rejected An Mingyu: "I'm going to the restaurant."

An Mingyu frowned: "Don't you go to work on Sunday?"

Cheng Yue's eyes flickered a few times: "I... Li Shu can't come today, she's transferred to me."

When he said this, An Mingyu didn't stop him.

Cheng Yue fooled him and hurried away on his bicycle.

He went to the supermarket first, bought a bunch of ingredients according to the guide, and then rushed to Wai Wai Tide Meal.

The proprietress was surprised when she saw him coming: "Cheng Yue? Why are you here today? What's the matter?"

Li Shu, who was standing at the counter, also cast doubtful eyes.

Cheng Yue was carrying a big bag of ingredients, and asked a little embarrassedly: "I, my friend is celebrating his birthday, and I want to make a cake for him. Can I borrow the kitchen from you?"

"Oh!" The proprietress said cheerfully, "Yes, of course, you can just use it. The third cupboard is for making desserts."

"Thank you."

Although Cheng Yue is a good cook, it is his first time making a cake, and the finished product he wants to challenge is quite difficult, so it takes a lot of effort to practice.

There were not many customers on Friday, and at night, Cheng Yue was still fighting in the kitchen.

Li Shu came in to take a look while she was free, and exclaimed, "Wow, so cute! Is this a cake?"

"Yes." Cheng Yue was trying for the fourth time, and there were three failed samples beside him.

Li Shu squatted down and observed carefully: "Your hands are too skillful, how did you do such a delicate thing?"

"I didn't do those two well." Cheng Yue pursed his lips, "It's actually not too difficult. I followed the tutorials on the Internet."

"Hey, I think it's already very cute." Li Shu said sincerely, "I can't even learn how to cook after reading the tutorial, you are really amazing Cheng Yue."

"No..." Cheng Yue poured the freshly whipped cream into the piping bag, "Do you want to eat? You can eat these."

"Is it possible?" Li Shu was pleasantly surprised.

Cheng Yue nodded: "Yes."

Anyway, if it fails, eat it so as not to waste it.

Li Shu happily left with those failed products.

Cheng Yue held his chin, carefully recalled An Mingyu's appearance, and wondered what went wrong.

At 09:30 in the evening, he finally made the cake he was most satisfied with. Cheng Yue carefully packed it in an exquisite gift box and put it in the refrigerator.

The proprietress specially packed out a layer for him to store the cakes separately, Cheng Yue thanked him and told the other party that he would pick it up tomorrow morning.

Back in the dormitory, it was almost ten o'clock.

As soon as he walked to the door, the bedroom door was opened from the inside.

Cheng Yue looked up and found that it was An Mingyu.

The latter lowered his eyelids and stared at him for a moment: "Why is it so late?"

"Today... there are a lot of people." Cheng Yue bit the bullet and talked nonsense.

"Yeah." An Mingyu let him in sideways, "Go to bed early, and I will pick you up from the dormitory downstairs at ten o'clock tomorrow morning."

Cheng Yue brushed past him and smelled the shower gel smell from An Mingyu's body, mixed with the unique fragrance that he had smelled before.

"Okay." He nodded, and turned his head slightly to the side, "Well...do you have a better fever?"

"It's much better." An Mingyu smiled, "Good night, Teacher Cheng."

Cheng Yue's ears went numb: "...good night."

Here it is again, a strange feeling.

After washing up, lying on the bed, Cheng Yue secretly set an alarm for himself at nine o'clock.

An Mingyu should get up early, and if she was too early, she would bump into him, and if she was too late, she would not have time to pick up the cake from the restaurant.

Hope he will like his gift.

Cheng Yue thought of the finished product in the box, and curled the corners of his mouth.

The next day, when An Mingyu got up to pack his things, Cheng Yue woke up. He lay still on the bed, wanting to wait for the other party to leave.

An Mingyu moved very lightly, almost only the sound of the air conditioner and Yang Kaimiao's snoring in the bedroom.

After waiting for a few minutes, footsteps approached the door.

Cheng Yue opened his eyes, quietly took out his phone and checked the time.

Eight fifty-five.

It's still early.

The footsteps behind him came back again, gradually approaching his bed.

Cheng Yue quickly put down the phone and closed his eyes again.

After a while, An Mingyu stretched out his hand to help him pull the air-conditioned quilt to his waist and tucked it a few times.

Cheng Yue didn't dare to breathe out, and tried to breathe as calmly as possible.

When the bedroom door was closed with a "bang" and the noise in the corridor was far away, he breathed a sigh of relief and sat up from the bed.

An Mingyu helped him cover the quilt.

Cheng Yue rubbed his face, and randomly scratched his curled hair a few times.

He grabbed the quilt again and stared at it.

Is there something wrong with him that can make him think for so long even with a little action from others?

Cheng Yue turned his head and glanced at Yang Kaimiao's bed.

The latter's sleeping posture was very unrestrained, and the quilt had already been kicked to his feet.

An Mingyu didn't help Yang Kaimiao cover the quilt, but only covered him.

Cheng Yue: "..."

He slapped his forehead hard a few times.

It's just easy, there's no need to worry about it, Yang Kaimiao's bed is on the other side, he might be too lazy to walk over there.

After picking up the cake from the restaurant, at the appointed time, a low-key luxury car was parked downstairs in the dormitory, not the one that Mama An drove last time.

The car door opened, An Mingyu got down, her eyes lit up: "So handsome today?"

Cheng Yue deliberately picked out a suit of clothes that he had been praised several times, and even stopped by the barber shop to have his hair upside down.

He didn't want to embarrass An Mingyu.

"Happy birthday." Cheng Yue handed the gift box to An Mingyu, his complexion a little rosy.

The box in his hand was carefully taken over, An Mingyu embraced the process, lowered his head with a smile and asked, "What's inside?"

Cheng Yue came back to his senses: "Secret."

Afraid that An Mingyu would disassemble it, he got into the car and pressed his hand deliberately: "I will open it when I am eating."

"Okay." An Mingyu pinched his fingers, "Listen to Teacher Cheng."

Cheng Yue pursed his lips: "Wait for the banquet...don't call me Mr. Cheng."

"why?"

"..." Cheng Yue turned his head and didn't answer.

An Mingyu's gaze fell on his ruddy ear tips, and she thought for a while: "Shy?"

"No!" Cheng Yue denied for a second.

"Then why?" An Mingyu laughed.

Cheng Yue hesitated.

An Mingyu lowered her head and cleared her throat, and stopped teasing him: "Okay, I won't call you Mr. Cheng, but only today."

"Okay." Cheng Yue agreed.

He is used to calling him this way, so it doesn't matter.

The birthday party was just a small family banquet, and the venue was Anjia.

The Anjia Mansion is located in the famous villa area of ​​City B. Driving all the way, Cheng Yue has already seen several rows of luxury cars and supercars that he has only seen on TV.

He got out of the car and entered the door with An Mingyu, feeling a little uncomfortable.

An Mingyu embraced him with one hand, and hooked the cake box with her gauze-wrapped right hand.

"Master An, let me get it for you." Someone greeted him immediately at the door with a smile.

"No need." An Mingyu refused lightly, "This is my friend, tell my mother that Cheng Yue is coming, she knows."

"Okay." The waiter bowed his head respectfully, "Master Cheng, please follow me."

"Let him take you there." An Mingyu whispered in Cheng Yue's ear, "I'll go and talk to the guests outside, and I'll come to you in a while."

He handed the cake box to Cheng Yue: "Teacher Cheng will keep it for me first."

"You said it or not..." Cheng Yue took the cake and glared at him.

This stare has no deterrent effect, An Mingyu smiled even wider, "Quietly, only you can hear it, it doesn't matter."

Cheng Yue: "..."

After following the waiter into the room, Cheng Yue still couldn't help but marvel in his heart.

It's so luxurious, it doesn't look like a home, it looks like a small palace.

No wonder An Mingyu thought the dormitory was dilapidated at the beginning and was unwilling to live in it. If he was used to living in such a room, it would be impossible for him to appreciate the environment in the dormitory.

"Cheng Yue?" He didn't take another look, and a female voice called out.

Cheng Yue turned around and found that it was Mama An: "Ah...Hello, Auntie."

Mama An's red lips curled up: "Well, good boy, come and sit."

She didn't care about the title, Cheng Yue heaved a sigh of relief and sat down beside her.

Cheng Yue was stunned when he saw clearly the multi-layered cake that was half the height of a person on the table.

There is also a turntable under the cake, embellished with many exquisite decorations, and a circle of various gift boxes is placed around the dining table, all of which seem to be of great value.

There are more than one lot of big-name logos that he can recognize.

A few more juniors came over to say hello to Mama An, and praised the cake on the table by the way.

"Did you ask the pastry chef in Dongcheng District to make it?"

"Well, the one from Italy, Mingyu is picky about sweets, I wonder if this time it will suit his appetite."

"Sure, it smells delicious."

Listening to their conversation, Cheng Yue hugged his small cake box, exerting a little force on his fingers.

He took another look at the exquisite cake in front of him.

Cheng Yue turned his head: "I want to go to the bathroom, may I ask..."

"Go, just go straight in with your left hand." Mother An gently rubbed the top of his hair, "Xiao Lu, take him to the bathroom."

She waved, and the passing waiters hurriedly put down the plates in their hands.

"No need, I can do it myself." Cheng Yue didn't have the heart to ask someone to go with him.

He carried the cake box and walked along the corridor to the door of the bathroom.

Cheng Yue found that not far ahead was a small garden.

He walked into the garden and sat down on a stone chair by the wall.

It's very quiet here, and the human voice in the hall is cut off.

After thinking about it, he still untied the gift box.

He carefully wrapped the box with thick foam paper, and the cake was well preserved.

Cheng Yue lowered his head and pursed his lips.

This is so embarrassing.

How could he have the nerve to give away such a big cake made by a famous pastry chef abroad.

If others saw it, wouldn't it embarrass An Mingyu...

The precious gifts on the table flashed through his mind one by one.

None of which he could afford.

What's more, he still owes An Mingyu so much money.

Cheng Yue lowered his eyelashes.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a trash can not far away.

He held up the cake and hesitated a little.

At this time, he was suddenly patted on the shoulder.

Cheng Yue was sneaky at first, but he was taken aback by surprise, and the cake was dropped——

"Why are you alone...be careful!"

An Mingyu stretched out her arm, and at the very moment, she picked up the cake plate and caught it firmly.

His eyes fell on the two Q-version villains in his hands.

Creamy aroma.

The villain on the left is slightly shorter, holding a first aid kit in his hand.

The taller one on the right kicked a big sniper, An Mingyu could tell at a glance, the facial features and expressions were carved out of the same mold as himself, just like a miniature version of him.

How much ingenuity did it take to make it like this...

Still made with soft cream.

An Mingyu was shocked.

Cheng Yue didn't expect to be bumped into by him, so he lowered his head.

"I... I didn't know you already had such a big cake..."

"sorry."

"I'll give you another better gift, okay?"

After he finished speaking, his eyes went dark and he was surrounded by a shadow.

"Teacher Cheng." An Mingyu squatted in front of his legs.

There was silence in the air for a few seconds.

Cheng Yue's finger was lightly touched by An Mingyu.

"Don't be upset, Mr. Cheng." An Mingyu held his hand, feeling the gauze in his palm, "I'm sorry, I didn't tell you that I ordered a cake."

"I'm not..." Cheng Yue frowned and raised his head, "I'm not unhappy because of this."

"What's that for?" An Mingyu put the two little cakes on his lap.

Cheng Yue didn't answer.

An Mingyu asked again: "Can I have a taste?"

"Okay." It was originally given to him.

For a long while, no one moved in front of him.

"I can't bear to eat, what should I do, Teacher Cheng." An Mingyu looked at these two cute little things, and really didn't want to destroy them.

Cheng Yue: "..."

"Can I eat you first?" An Mingyu asked.

Cheng Yue was stunned: "What?"

An Mingyu smiled: "This villain who eats you."

Cheng Yue's ears warmed up: "It's up to you."

He didn't have any cutlery in his hand, so An Mingyu carefully dipped a little bit of the Q-version figure symbolizing "Cheng Yue" with his finger, and put it in his mouth.

"Taste... How does it taste?" Cheng Yue asked nervously.

An Mingyu's Adam's apple rolled: "I want to take a big bite."

"...You." Cheng Yue lowered his head and saw that the tip of "my" hair was poked off by him.

He suddenly couldn't bear it.

But after all, he still has to be eaten, Cheng Yue nodded: "Eat it."

An Mingyu lowered her head and bit off the first aid kit in "Little Cheng Yue".

"Delicious." He raised his hand to cover Cheng Yue's eyes, "Don't look, I'm going to eat my body."

Cheng Yue was amused by him, and reached out to take off his hand.

As soon as he lowered his head, "Little Cheng Yue" had only two small shoes left.

An Mingyu just swallowed a mouthful of cream and cake.

Cheng Yue stared at the little shoes: "..."

It was eaten like this.

An Mingyu swallowed the food in her mouth: "Don't worry, I will avenge you."

As he spoke, he was going to bite the "little An Mingyu" next to him.

Cheng Yue still couldn't hold back, bent down quickly, and bit off the head of "Little An Mingyu".

"I take revenge myself." He mumbled with cream in his mouth.

An Mingyu was stunned for a moment, then looked up at him: "Teacher Cheng."

Cheng Yue: "?"

An Mingyu: "You are so cruel."

"..." Cheng Yue glanced at "Little An Mingyu" who had lost his head, turned his gaze, and speeded up his chewing, "I only have my shoes left."

The corners of his mouth were still raised.

An Mingyu looked down and smiled, "It seems so. I'm more cruel."

The remaining half of the villain was eaten by them one by one. The two stood up, and An Mingyu lowered her eyelashes and embraced him: "Are you still angry?"

"I..." Cheng Yue couldn't be angry, "I'm not angry."

"I like the gift very much." An Mingyu whispered, with the aroma of cream in her breath, "I won't eat that big cake tonight, but only yours, okay? Teacher Cheng, don't be unhappy."

Cheng Yue was flustered by him, and his heart was beating like a rabbit.

"As long as you like it... I... I'm not unhappy."

Even if there was a little bit just now, it's gone now.

"I don't lack those things on the table. These are the ones that are delivered every year. They bought them in the store casually, and didn't spend much thought at all."

An Mingyu continued.

"It's not as good as what you sent."

"I don't like those, I only like the presents from Teacher Cheng."

Why does this person seem to be able to read minds...

What she said was so naive, like... coaxing a child.

Cheng Yue's brain was going to be numb by him, and the root of his neck was red.

But he did get coaxed.

"Stop talking." He lowered his head in embarrassment, avoiding An Mingyu's gaze.

"Aren't you angry anymore?" An Mingyu refused to let him hide, and raised Cheng Yue's chin, "Are you coaxed?"

Cheng Yue turned his head in embarrassment: "I'm really not angry!"

He remembered something, and said again: "You are not allowed to call me Mr. Cheng again."

"Okay." An Mingyu laughed so hard that her chest trembled, she grabbed his shoulders, "Let's go, Yue Yue, if you don't go back, my mother will come and arrest someone."

Cheng Yue: "..."