After Dressing Up As A Woman, My Roommates All Kissed Me Chapter 14

Chapter 14: “Qin Zhou, do you have someone you like…”

Wen Xiuyun approached him step by step. His gentle and refined appearance was clouded by dissatisfaction, and his eyes were full of confusion, as if he genuinely didn’t understand why Pei Yisheng was rejecting him.

What reason did Pei Yisheng have to reject him?

He was no longer the extravagant, attention-grabbing Young Master Pei. The current Pei Yisheng couldn’t afford a villa on the mountainside, didn’t have luxury cars for transport, and had to work and save up just to afford a breakfast from Xianwei Restaurant. With life this difficult, what good was that little bit of integrity he held onto?

Wen Xiuyun couldn’t understand Pei Yisheng’s persistence. All that effort would, in the end, only make life slightly more bearable. He watched coldly, waiting for the moment Pei Yisheng couldn’t hold on anymore and came to him for help.

At that time, he would tell Pei Yisheng that you must give up something to gain something. If he gave up himself, he could return to the life of a wealthy young master, spending lavishly as before.

Who could resist such temptation? Not to mention someone who had fallen from the clouds; even ordinary people who suddenly became rich or poor would struggle to cope.

In his view, Pei Yisheng’s stubbornness was just playing hard to get, a pretense.

A determined possessiveness flashed in Wen Xiuyun’s eyes. Whether Pei Yisheng genuinely wanted to rely on himself or was just pretending, he didn’t care anymore. As long as the person was his, that was all that mattered.

Pei Yisheng was too stunned to think clearly. Pressed closer and closer, he kept retreating until his thighs hit the desk. Only then did Pei Yisheng abruptly raise both hands, controlling the distance between himself and Wen Xiuyun.

“Stop, don’t come any closer, Wen Xiuyun!”

Wen Xiuyun curled his lips. “What if I insist on coming closer?”

Pei Yisheng gritted his teeth. “Then I also know a bit of martial arts!”

Wen Xiuyun narrowed his eyes slightly. “Coincidentally, I also know a bit.”

Pei Yisheng knew his chances of winning were slim. Rather than suffering a mutual defeat and delaying his part-time job, it was better to bring the conversation back on track.

“Wen Xiuyun, you might have misunderstood. I have no intention of being with anyone right now. I just want to focus on studying and working. I haven’t considered anything else. If I ever gave you the wrong signal at any point, I apologize, but it was not my intention.”

Pei Yisheng’s eyes were clear, his expression serious, and his body language resistant. Wen Xiuyun couldn’t detect a hint of romance.

“As for you and Song Wen, you are both very good as friends. I will always remember the fever reducer you gave me when I had a fever.”

Wen Xiuyun paused for a moment, then sneered. “Pei Yisheng, don’t think that saying this will make me let you go.”

“Suit yourself.” Pei Yisheng had nothing more to say to him. If Wen Xiuyun still tried to force the issue, he would make sure the other person knew he had plenty of strength.

The oden, during their confrontation, had already gone cold. A layer of oil slicked the surface of the once clear broth. Pei Yisheng lost his appetite looking at it and left it on the desk.

He took pajamas from his wardrobe and, before entering the bathroom, carefully checked the door lock, making sure it was secure before going in to shower.

Wen Xiuyun had been watching him. Seeing Pei Yisheng’s extreme caution, he almost laughed in anger. He wasn’t that bastard Song Wen; he wouldn’t do something so tasteless.

The sound of running water started in the bathroom. Wen Xiuyun’s displeased gaze fell on the bowl of cold oden. He remembered Pei Yisheng’s cheerful voice when he entered the room, and the slightly spoiled tone he used when asking him to take the oden.

He thought he didn’t care, but in reality, he was terribly jealous right now.

Wen Xiuyun forcibly suppressed his anger, stopping himself from throwing the bowl of oden away.

The more he looked, the angrier he got, and Wen Xiuyun slammed the door shut as he left.

Pei Yisheng emerged from the shower, fully dressed and covered from head to toe. Seeing the empty dorm room, he sighed in relief and locked the door from the inside. Although his other roommates could still enter, it was better than nothing.

He bundled himself up and burrowed into his quilt, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

Song Wen and Fang Xin were following the plot, so why had things gone off the rails with Wen Xiuyun?

He couldn’t figure out where the problem lay. Was it the way Fang Xin first met Wen Xiuyun that was wrong? He diligently reviewed the events of that morning. The more he thought about it, the more he felt the problem was there. What normal person likes being ‘hit and run’ by someone?

Of course, he didn’t mean that Fang Xin was staging an accident, nor did he mean that Wen Xiuyun was a normal person, but the result was this: Wen Xiuyun and Fang Xin only had a relationship as creditor and patient.

Pei Yisheng bit his lip, trying hard to figure out how to reconnect the plotline.

While thinking, he drifted off to sleep in the warm quilt.

Though asleep, he didn’t rest well. His dreams were chaotic, like an escape from an infinite flow bizarre world. In his panic, he saw a familiar door. Pushing it open led to their dorm room. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a tall body pressed against him from behind.

The person’s arm curved slightly in front of him, easily locking his waist. A high bridge of a nose rested behind his ear, the cool touch shifting and rubbing. He involuntarily stretched his neck, making it easier for the person to move. He wanted to struggle, but his dream self had no strength, and his vision was blurry, whether from tears or sweat, he couldn’t tell.

“Baby, do you like the skirt?”

“The boning is too hard, I’ll take it off for you.”

Nimble fingers lifted his hem and kneaded forcefully. He felt both pain and pleasure, emitting a sound that was neither a plea for mercy nor a request to continue. In a daze, he heard the other party’s deep chuckle. He couldn’t help but turn to look, but only saw a pair of fierce, beast-like eyes.

Pei Yisheng woke up with a start, then stared blankly.

He hadn’t had this dream in a long time. When he first transmigrated, he often dreamt it, and the scenes were always roughly the same. He thought it was a side effect of transmigrating into an Explicit Comic. Aside from having to wash his underwear more often, making him feel perverted, and causing a slight nervous breakdown, it hadn’t significantly affected him.

Moreover, he hadn’t had this nightmare for a long time. He hadn’t realized it hadn’t stopped; the dream had upgraded itself! After being suppressed for so long, the dream scenes were detailed, the characters were clear, and there were even a few lines of dialogue. Pei Yisheng was too ashamed to recall them. Could it be that he actually wanted to date someone?

No, something was wrong. This couldn’t be a damned precognitive dream!

A sudden realization struck Pei Yisheng, chilling him to the bone.

The setting of the dream was his dorm room. Could the person in the dream be one of his roommates? But his roommates were all Protagonist Gongs! Even if the characteristics matched up, was that right?!

Wen Xiuyun was already abnormal. Qin Zhou didn’t look like an outlaw. Only Song Wen was the sole seedling supporting the Explicit Comic plot. So the story had already developed to this point… Pei Yisheng finally stopped deceiving himself. He collapsed onto the bed in agony, unable to believe it.

Qin Zhou, who had been home for the night, opened the door and heard Pei Yisheng’s painful, suppressed wails from the bed. He didn’t give him space to recover, walking straight to the bedside and knocking. “Hey, what’s wrong with you?”

“Shua—”

Pei Yisheng pulled back the bed curtain. “Qin Zhou, do you have someone you like?”

Qin Zhou glanced at his face, which was pink from holding back his cries, and nodded slowly. “Yes.”

Pei Yisheng looked at him with wide eyes. Qin Zhou had no choice but to continue. “It’s the long-haired girl I mentioned to you the other day.”

Pei Yisheng felt like crying again. Wen Xiuyun alone was hard enough to handle. If Qin Zhou found out he was that long-haired girl, he would be even more screwed. He absolutely had to keep his identity hidden.

His sadness was too obvious for Qin Zhou to ignore. “Why are you asking?”

“Nothing, just asking for a friend.”

Everyone knows the ‘I have a friend’ excuse. Lin Jiayu’s frequent phrase when gossiping about love triangles in rich families popped into Qin Zhou’s mind. His gaze fell on the dampness around Pei Yisheng’s eyes. “Tell your friend not to be too upset. I’m not suitable for him.”

“Okay, I understand.”

Pei Yisheng slumped back onto the bed, staring weakly at the ceiling, his heart utterly dead.

He wondered if it was too late to withdraw from the New Year’s Day performance. If Qin Zhou saw that, could he still keep his identity a secret?

That evening, after class, he dragged his tired body toward the rehearsal room. Passing the Administration Building, he overheard teachers chatting through the door crack. They were discussing adjustments to several school regulations, such as the conveniences offered to the second-generation rich kids in recent years. They had been discussing it in meetings for several days, and implementation was expected next semester.

Pei Yisheng’s head buzzed. He immediately became invigorated, throwing himself into rehearsal as if injected with adrenaline.

He had to seize this opportunity to move off campus. Let the Protagonist Gongs live in this dangerous dorm room.

Pei Yisheng’s rehearsal was full of emotion today, his movements coordinated, and he actively responded to the teacher’s instructions. The teacher praised him heavily and specifically added a few lines of dialogue for him when revising the script, indicating great confidence in him. The heavy responsibility of bringing glory to the College of Arts rested on their shoulders.

The teacher painted several grand visions, feeding the students until they were full.

The moment Pei Yisheng received his new lines, his only thought was, May the Buddha bless us, may Qin Zhou and the others have their own plans for the New Year’s Eve party and absolutely not come to watch the school performance!

“Sheng Sheng, why are you spacing out? Let’s go quickly, it’s going to snow soon.” Su Yiyi put on his down jacket, wrapped his scarf, and pulled Pei Yisheng, ready to run. He used to live in the south and rarely saw snow, even less so when it was actually snowing. He had been looking forward to the forecast of snow tonight since the morning.

Pei Yisheng, dressed like a little penguin, was dragged along. “Slow down, no rush. When it really snows, it lasts a long time and piles up thick.”

The first snow of this winter was very cooperative. They were only halfway back to the dorm when snowflakes began to hit their faces.

The tiny snowflakes were cold and quite refreshing when they landed on his face.

Pei Yisheng stretched out his hand to catch a few. Before he could count how many points the snowflakes had, they instantly melted in his palm.

Su Yiyi was already frolicking beside him, like a monkey from Mount Emei, howling excitedly and constantly taking photos to share.

Pei Yisheng felt infected by him and took a photo too. He scrolled through WeChat for a long time, his fingertip hovering over the share option, unable to press it down.

Just as he was about to give up, the snowflakes suddenly grew larger, falling like goose feathers. They instantly obscured his phone screen. He subconsciously reached out to wipe it away, but his finger brushed the share option, sending the photo out.