Sharing a Dorm with the Enemy from My Previous Life - Chapter 126.3

Extra 2: Grand Finale (3)

Fang Li stared straight at him, finally getting anxious. Not knowing how to show his protest, he cried out in a small voice, “What are you doing, ah? You’re being like this over such at thing…”

Before he finished his words, his hand was grabbed by Fu Songhua and raised fiercely, hitting Fu Songhua’s face with a slap.

Fang Li shuddered with fear. “Yo-You…”

“Fang Li, I’m sorry.” The bigger boy was so dejected that the roots of his ears turned red. “I’ve obviously thought about it well last night and didn’t want to say this in front of you. It’s ugly and narrow-minded. But upon seeing you, I couldn’t help it.”

He suddenly raised his hand and slapped himself again, ashamed and upset. “I knew this was wrong. It was my fault… don’t be angry and don’t look down upon me, okay?”

Fang Li’s falling tears slowly stopped. He glanced at the silly big man and suddenly stretched out his arm, pulling Fu Songhua’s neck down.

His diamond-shaped mouth gently approached Fu Songhua’s ear, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows flushed brightly. “I’m not angry. You also don’t have to be upset. I… will use another method to make it up for you, okay?”

Fu Songhua’s breathing increased rapidly, and he firmly pinched his soft, boneless waist. “How will you make up for it?”

Fang Li forced himself to endure his shame, and his voice was as low as a tiny mosquito. “That, the manhua* you sent me last time… I-I can give it a try…”

*T/N: Chinese comic

Fu Songhua was dumbfounded and his face turned even redder than Fang Li’s in an instant. “No-No, I only sent it to you as a joke. I was mocking the outrageous things in those manhuas. Those positions are simply impossible based on a human’s bone structure and anatomy!”

Fang Li’s moist eyes looked at him before dropping again, his fine eyelashes fluttering in panic. “T-Those who learned dance are different…”

In the rental house near Q University, Ruan Qingmu was lying on the sofa, resting on Qin Yuan’s lap, and let out a “tch.” “Who would think that a guy who was terribly scared in a haunted house would dare to learn medicine? Hey, say, would he be scared into crying when he attended the anatomy class?”

Qin Yuan, wearing a set of cotton pajamas at home, casually rubbed the short, stiff hair of Ruan Qingmu, which used to feel particularly soft when it was long. But once it was left at this standard of six millimeters, it felt particularly solid, with an arrogant sharpness.

“I think it would be unbearable. I heard many people vomit when they see a dead body in close range for the first time.” He recalled how Fu Songhua had wailed and pinched people everywhere in that amusement park and couldn’t help but laugh. “But courage can be tempered. He will get used to it slowly.”

Ruan Qingmu lazily reclined, enjoying his hand rubbing the top of his head. “That’s right. He also has to hold a surgical knife in the future.”

Qin Yuan nodded his head. “But truthfully speaking, I’ve faintly thought about it before. You might be able to study medicine. Anyway, you aren’t lenient when holding a knife.”

Ruan Qingmu’s eyes narrowed lightly. His face was white and smooth again, but his delicate eyebrows had a bit more sharpness. “It’s about the same. When we handle a crime scene in the future, it will also make people vomit. Once during a big class, the teacher showed us a corpse picture. Tch. It was so inhuman that two students beside me became pale.”

As he said this, Qin Yuan’s hand suddenly lurched and trembled slightly.

Ruan Qingmu’s heart was stirred as he raised his eyes to look at Qin Yuan’s face above his head and suddenly regretted it.

“Let’s not talk about corpses.” He scrambled to fix the situation. “Let’s talk about something happy! Oh, right, Xiao-Ai-ge sent me a message several days ago. He invited us to play in the bar again when we return home for winter break.”

Qin Yuan’s hands tensed and the hand pressing on his temples to massage him with care froze. He took a deep breath and asked indifferently, “Still want to go? Do you want to go down memory lane, recalling the past’s suffering and forgetting about the happy life today?”

Ruan Qingmu was pleased. “No. After those bastards were arrested last time, the entire street was screened like a sieve. It’s clean and according to regulations now. I just knew that Li-ge and Dr. Gong’s families have powerful backers.”

Qin Yuan tenderly rubbed his temples again. “Mm, I’ve faintly heard about it.”

“Oh, right. Li-ge and his band will be performing all over the country and won’t be able to take care of the shop. He was grateful to Xiao-Ai-ge for helping him guard the shop by risking his life and gave Xiao-Ai-ge most of the shop’s shares at a low price. In the future, Xiao-Ai-ge will be the little half-boss of The Heterochromatic Bar,” Ruan Qingmu said happily.

Qin Yuan thought it over for a moment. “Does he still like Li-ge?”

Ruan Qingmu laughed. “No matter how stupidly he likes him, he can’t wait forever. Besides, it’s a hopeless one-sided love. Xiao-Ai-ge sent a picture to me several days ago.”

He fumbled on the sofa underneath him for a while before finding his phone, flipping through the chat log before holding it out to Qin Yuan as if he was holding up a treasure. “Look, this is his new boyfriend. I heard that he’s an architect.”

In the photo, there was a young man with an honest smile and a youthful baby face. He looked like he was in his twenties and new to the society. Qin Yuan looked at the young man thoughtfully. “Mm. He looks quite kind and must be a good man.”

Ruan Qingmu took his phone to look at the screenshot Xiao-Ai sent to him and laughed heartily. “Mm. He’s not only a good man, ah. He’s a licking dog.”

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