After Dressing Up As A Woman, My Roommates All Kissed Me Chapter 1

Chapter 1 Chapter 1 My Heart Leapt

“Yisheng, feeling better? Get up and eat.”

The takeout bag from Xianwei Restaurant was placed on the table. A wisp of steam curled up to Pei Yisheng’s nose. Like a cat lured by a dried fish, he propped himself up, struggled to turn over, pulled back the bed curtain, and reached down towards the floor.

His flushed face, messy hair from sleep, disheveled collar, and eyes red like burning peach blossoms silently drew the attention of others.

“I still have a slight fever. I took medicine this morning,” Pei Yisheng answered Wen Xiuyun sluggishly. “Thank you for the meal. I’ll transfer you the money.”

As Pei Yisheng spoke, he fumbled under his pillow. After two sweeps, he didn’t find it. He paused, then looked back in confusion. “Where is my phone?”

He distinctly remembered placing his phone by the pillow; it was his habit. He couldn’t have forgotten it just because of a fever. He grew anxious, his back sweating slightly. His dry, pale lips pressed together, the rough, peeling skin on his mouth enough to cut him and draw blood.

“Don’t worry, it won’t be lost. You can look for it slowly later. It’s just dinner. How could I charge you?” Wen Xiuyun grasped Pei Yisheng’s wrist, using a little force to hold him back, and held a tissue to Pei Yisheng’s lips with his other hand. “You’re bleeding. Wipe it first.”

Before Pei Yisheng could look at him, Wen Xiuyun withdrew his hand.

“Oh, you’re awake? And there’s food?” The newcomer raised an eyebrow, his mischievous expression fading slightly. He narrowed his eyes at Wen Xiuyun, who was standing by Pei Yisheng’s bed, and seeing him rubbing his fingers, his expression chilled further.

“Sheng Sheng, I brought you chicken soup. You can’t play favorites and only eat the meal Xiuyun brought, can you?” Song Wen had the face of a scoundrel, yet he was wealthy and had a knack for sweet-talking, competing for affection better than a male escort at a club.

Pei Yisheng had been living in turmoil recently, and eighty percent of that was thanks to Song Wen’s mouth.

“I’ll eat both, I’ll eat both. You are all my good roommates. I’ll be right there after I wash my hands.”

Ignoring his dizziness, he rushed off the bed like the wind and into the washroom. Only after quickly splashing water on his face did he let out a long sigh of relief.

What a disaster! He was just an ordinary “scholar.” How could he transmigrate into this world just because he spoke up righteously under an explicit comic?

Transmigration aside, he even occupied a spot in a dorm full of Protagonist Gongs. Isn’t this like a mosquito biting a puppet—aiming for the wrong target?

Don’t be fooled by how nice these two are to him outside; it’s all an illusion. The moment they meet the Protagonist Shou, they will ruthlessly kick him out of the dorm and welcome the Protagonist Shou with great fanfare.

He had no complaints about this; in fact, he wished the Protagonist Shou would appear quickly. After all, being a Master of Balance was exhausting.

Pei Yisheng’s figure completely disappeared behind the door. Song Wen couldn’t keep up the act for another second. He sneered at Wen Xiuyun, lowering his voice to mock him: “Putting on airs, despicable and shameless. We agreed to fair competition, yet you take advantage when I’m not here. If you play like that, tonight I’ll take him to bed and give him a good time.”

“Which eye saw me taking advantage? You know how cautious he is. If I really touched him, he would have shrunk away and stayed in bed,” Wen Xiuyun said coolly, staring down at his fingertips.

Song Wen couldn’t stand him. “Hmph, I’ll give you credit for keeping your word.”

“The feeling is mutual.”

Pei Yisheng didn’t dare take too long, or one or both of them would come asking what was wrong and if he needed help. The first time they asked him that, Pei Yisheng was dumbfounded, wanting to ask: Are you gay guys all this helpful?

The moment he emerged, the tension between the two instantly dissipated. Wen Xiuyun pulled out a chair for Pei Yisheng. “Yisheng, eat something first. The Xianwei Soup Dumplings will get cold soon.”

“Who packs soup dumplings for takeout? Next time I’ll take you to the restaurant to eat,” Song Wen draped his arm over the back of Pei Yisheng’s chair and leaned his head near Pei Yisheng’s shoulder. Seeing the soup dumplings looking unappetizing, just as he expected, he secretly turned and made a face at Wen Xiuyun.

Pei Yisheng thought they were quite good. Each soup dumpling was individually packaged, palm-sized and placed in a small crystal bowl. The soup was fresh and flavorful—worthy of Xianwei Restaurant.

“No need. I’ve been there. The taste is only one or two tenths different; it’s nothing.”

Pei Yisheng was quite happy eating. After all, his family had gone bankrupt. After the consumption downgrade, Pei Yisheng had basically said goodbye to restaurants like Xianwei Restaurant, where one meal cost his entire monthly food allowance.

Wen Xiuyun smiled provocatively at Song Wen and said gently to Pei Yisheng, “I also had them pack a new side dish. Try that too.”

“Mmm! It’s crunchy. It would be even better with congee,” Pei Yisheng was very good at providing emotional value.

When he was about sixty percent full, Pei Yisheng brought the chicken soup closer and began his balancing act for the day. “The chicken soup is delicious too, and the chicken is so tender. Amazing.”

Song Wen grinned. “Of course. It was made by a master chef who has worked for my family for twenty years. If you want to drink it next time, just tell me, and I’ll take you home to have some.”

Pei Yisheng didn’t dare accept that offer. What if the protagonist group brought up old scores later and dragged him into it?

He lowered his head and drank fiercely.

After eating a hot meal, Pei Yisheng genuinely felt much better. It was as if every pore had been steamed in a sauna. He felt two pounds lighter, and his head was no longer foggy.

“Thank you so much. When I’m better, I’ll treat you both to a meal.”

Although Wen Xiuyun and Song Wen couldn’t stand each other, they were both eager to spend more time with Pei Yisheng, so they didn’t refuse. How they would ditch the third wheel and eat with Pei Yisheng alone would be up to their individual skills.

Pei Yisheng cleaned up the takeout trash and was about to take the thermos to wash it. Song Wen quickly pressed down on his shoulder, preventing Pei Yisheng from standing up. “You don’t need to bother with small things like this. I’ll take it back.”

If he didn’t have time to take it back, he’d just throw it away—Song Wen often did this. He tilted his chin, signaling, “You should rest more. Get back in bed.”

Wen Xiuyun also urged him. Pei Yisheng never argued with the young masters in the dorm. If they told him to rest, he rested.

Back on his small bed, Pei Yisheng felt much more comfortable.

He hadn’t fully recovered from the fever; eating had only restored some of his energy. Lying down in bed, he felt his entire body relax. Before long, he drifted off to sleep.

He fell asleep so quickly that Wen Xiuyun didn’t even get a chance to give him medicine. Song Wen leaned against the desk with his arms crossed, looking delighted to see Wen Xiuyun thwarted. What gentle, aloof academic genius? He was more like a sanctimonious old schemer.

Unable to gain an advantage, Song Wen didn’t bother staying in the dorm. He casually picked up the thermos and left, closing the door behind him.

A moment later, Wen Xiuyun also received a call and went out.

As if sensing safety, Pei Yisheng slept more soundly. It would have been even more wonderful if someone hadn’t rushed into the dorm in the middle of the night, their messy footsteps and chatter waking him up.

“Brother Qin, are you really not going home? The conditions in this dorm definitely aren’t as good as home. It’s too much suffering to stay here. Why don’t you come to my place?” a slightly fawning voice advised.

The person being advised raised his eyes, his cold, sharp gaze shooting towards the speaker, instantly blocking the rest of their words in their throat. Seeing the person force an awkward smile, Qin Zhou found it boring.

He surveyed the dorm once more, still finding it cramped. Seeing the people in front of him made it even more irritating. The hostility in his eyes was barely concealed, and his tone was chillingly sharp, like a knife. “That’s enough. You all go back.”

Everyone had fallen silent the moment Qin Zhou raised his eyes. Hearing him speak now, they lined up like puppets and filed out the door, not daring to utter another word. The last person carefully closed the door, terrified that any noise might anger this Yama, leaving him to suffer the consequences.

Without the extra people, the space felt much larger.

Yet, Qin Zhou still wore a cold, annoyed expression.

He was already simmering with frustration after the racing event scheduled for tonight was abruptly canceled. Coming back and having to listen to a stream of useless nonsense made his head pound. Qin Zhou clenched his back molars and forcefully rubbed his temples.

Pei Yisheng pricked up his ears, listening to the commotion outside: the mess, people talking, people being scared, people leaving. Only Qin Zhou remained.

He bit his lip and cautiously turned over. Two little figures were fighting fiercely in his mind: Go to the bathroom? Don’t go to the bathroom?

Pei Yisheng’s rational side didn’t want to go out and provoke Qin Zhou right now, especially since he could tell from his voice that Qin Zhou wasn’t happy. But he had drunk too much chicken soup before bed… He silently cursed Song Wen for being troublesome and complained about the disruptive Qin Zhou, ultimately deciding to go to the bathroom.

Nothing was more important than his body!

A rustling sound came from the upper bunk opposite him. Qin Zhou shot a cold glance over. He wasn’t so paranoid as to suspect strange things in the dorm; it was probably just a roommate. He wondered why this person was so patient, not saying a word during all that chaos. Why come out now? Surely not to offer him favors at this late hour.

It was too late for that.

Qin Zhou stared expressionlessly at the spot where the ladder met the floor, wanting to see who was so unconventional.

A pale foot emerged first, followed by half a slender calf. As if chilled by the step, the toes curled slightly, then flattened. The moment the foot landed, the sole turned pink, the rush of blood giving a hint of life to the porcelain-like skin.

Qin Zhou silently took it all in, his gaze following the calf upward, inch by inch, until he reached the base of the leg. The thin sleeping shirt had ridden up, revealing a loose, languid curve of a snow-white waist that vanished in an instant. Qin Zhou’s eyes were drawn to the next expanse of bright white—the chest, neck, and the strikingly beautiful face.

Pei Yisheng was completely unaware of the scanning gaze, focused only on moving quietly to the bathroom. Perhaps because he had only recently recovered from the fever, his strength hadn’t fully returned. He moved slowly, using all his strength to grip the side rail of the bed to avoid missing a step and falling badly.

With his center of gravity focused on his feet, he didn’t have the presence of mind to wonder why Qin Zhou wasn’t making a sound. Pei Yisheng descended step by step. The last step was a bit high. Despite his careful attention, his legs gave way, and he stumbled, twisting as he started to fall towards the floor. If he landed hard, he would either injure his leg or bruise his butt.

Pei Yisheng’s heart leapt.

The next second, he was suspended in mid-air!