Sharing a Dorm with the Enemy from My Previous Life - Chapter 126.2

Extra 2: Grand Finale (2)

“Truthfully speaking, I shipped Boss Qin x Ruan-ge before. Now that Boss Qin is so white and creamy while Ruan-ge is so A, I think Ruan-ge x Boss Qin is better.”

“It’s reverse.”

“Reverse+1.”

The crowd was lively and rowdy when someone suddenly posted a new photo in the special photo section.

It looked like two teenagers sitting in a tourist rickshaw in an alley in the old capital in late autumn, with the setting sun shining through the alley’s wall and the two were smiling at the camera.

They were dressed in everyday clothes, with identical casual, white sportswear and a black skull logo. They had the same trendy men’s necklace hanging from their chests, the sterling silver charm not very visible, glinting silver in the setting sun.

It was Ruan Qingmu, still with short hair, a fair complexion, and a tall, handsome top student with gentle phoenix eyes.

A message was left after the photo. “No need to reverse. White is back.”

Sender: Qin Yuan.

Fang Li looked at the post and let out a soft laugh.

Fu Songhua’s hand in his sleeve was large and warm, enveloping his long, slender fingers that were slightly cool as he looked over. “Tch, so anxious, ah.”

As he was talking, the WeChat on the phone in his hand dinged and someone’s text message popped up. “Ruan Ruan just finished his mission and saw that you had sold him out in the group chat.”

Fu Songhua replied smugly, “So what? A man shall be brave to acknowledge his dark history!”

A voice message came quickly from Qin Yuan’s side of the phone. When he opened it, Ruan Qingmu’s flustered voice came through. “Big Fool Fu, you’re dead. Don’t you believe I will beat you to death when I return? I’ve learned how to wrestle and arrest someone this semester!”

Fu Songhua snorted from his nose. “Aha, what a coincidence. I have learned to accurately figure out the human body’s structure and weakest spot. Come here, ah. Fight me if you can.”

Ruan Qingmu, not knowing what he was doing, had a little unsteady breath and sneered while gasping for air. “Is that so? Weren’t you scared until peeing on your pants during the anatomy class?”

Fu Songhua was speechless. He looked at Fang Li next to him, who had turned his head away to snicker, and snapped his voice at the other side in shame. “Fuck off! Our medical school’s anatomy teacher is gentle and composed, not scary at all, okay?”

As soon as he clicked the phone off, he gritted his teeth and looked at Fang Li’s flushed face, suddenly reaching out his hand and pulling him inside the cultural and sports building corridor.

The door to the dance studio was locked, so he took out his key, pushed it open without a sound and took Fang Li inside.

Fang Li stared in amazement, his amber eyes shining like a frightened deer. “Eh? Do you have the keys?”

Fu Songhua hushed him. “Do you still remember what we practiced that year: ‘Yes, Ok?’ Boss was afraid idle people would watch us, so he spent his money to change the lock. Do you remember? The spare key was given to me. Because of many things happening at graduation, I forgot to hand it back to him.”

He reached out and drew up the thick velvet curtains. “We were the ones getting the curtains. When you came to dance secretly at night, this wasn’t here yet. Many people thought you were a female ghost.”

Fang Li’s back was pressed against the wall of the dance studio. His slender, limp body went a little soft, and he lowered his head uneasily. “Mm… even almost being caught by people.”

Fu Songhua reached out with his arms, circled him in his arms, pressed him against the wall behind him, and suddenly kissed the corner of his lips, carefully, gently, and passionately.

Fang Li blushed red, and a small animal-like whimper escaped his throat as his fingers jerked and grabbed Fu Songhua’s waist in a death grip. “Do-Don’t do it here, ah…”

With a slight bloodshot look, Fu Songhua backhandedly locked the door and closed the curtain slit tightly. “Let me kiss you properly. After meeting once during the Mid-Autumn Festival last time, I’ve been enduring it until now. I missed you so much, I nearly went mad… I don’t believe you don’t miss me, too.”

Fang Li’s face was so red that it looked like it was dripping blood and he desperately tried to avoid it. “This is the school, ah. It’s a familiar place…”

The tall, strong boy’s body pressed against him, forbidding him to escape. A hot hand grabbed Fang Li’s slender wrist and clutched it hard. “Don’t be afraid. There’s nobody.”

The sound of the kiss was subtle and ambiguous, interspersed with Fang Li’s small cries, shy and cowering. “Don’t bite me. It hurts…”

Fu Songhua loosened his teeth, spared his tiny earlobe, and turned to attack and blow on his socket. “You’re not allowed to dance with other men in the future, understand?”

Fang Li gasped in shock as warm air filled his ear. He was so aggrieved that the corners of his eyes reddened. “It was a basic skill course’s homework, ah…”

“Look for girls. I feel slightly at ease with girls.” Fu Songhua’s eyes were bloodshot, not sure if it was from jealousy or hardship. Those videos of his little lover dancing passionately with tall, fit male dancers made his veins bulge and he nearly went mad out of jealousy.

Especially those modern dance practice clips with such skintight clothes. When jumping and splitting, the curves of the two fit perfectly. While others might see them as aesthetically pleasing, he didn’t want to see that extra dance partner.

Fang Li stopped making a sound and as Fu Songhua continued kissing, he suddenly stopped and looked into Fang Li’s tear-stained eyes in panic.

“What happened to you? Did I hurt you?” He called out repeatedly, clumsily using his hands to wipe Fang Li’s delicate face. “I’m sorry. Don’t cry, ah!”

Fang Li silently raised his head and looked at him. “Fu Songhua, when you treat patients in the future, will you also feel it’s awkward to examine women and want to avoid female patients as much as possible?”

Fu Songhua froze in place. “Patients aren’t divided into male and female. There’s no difference between ten million patients in a doctor’s eyes.”

Fang Li plucked up the courage to ask, for the first time, in a serious and determined manner. “The same goes for art. The dance partner I dance with is just a partner for work and collaboration, and there’s no gender, either.”

Fu Songhua was stunned and stared blankly at Fang Li, not speaking for a long time.