My straight roommate is so good

Qiao Song had been in the gay scene for so many years, and he’d been shipped in countless CP (couple pairings). But he had never experienced a situation where someone was practically shoving fake CP fluff in everyone’s face like this!

He widened his eyes, looking first at Ling Jianshu, then at the nurse who stood frozen not far away, looking dumbfounded. For a moment, he didn’t know what to do.

Ling Jianshu followed his gaze and looked towards the door of the infusion room.

Seeing that the nurse had already brought over the IV stand, he raised an eyebrow, signaling for her to hurry over.

The nurse finally snapped out of her daze, quickened her pace, and approached the two of them.

He stepped aside a bit to make room, and the nurse pushed the IV stand over to Qiao Song’s side and hung the IV bag on it.

To mask his awkwardness, he looked up at the IV bag and asked, “Is that all?”

“Yes,” the nurse responded in her usual tone, then turned to Ling Jianshu.

She gave the standard reminder, “Once this aspirin drip finishes, press this call button, and I’ll come over to change the next one.”

Ling Jianshu nodded. “Alright, thank you.”

“No problem.”

The nurse left, but as she stepped out, she couldn’t keep her face from cracking into a smile.

Qiao Song saw that CP fan-like smile, clear as day.

At this point, there was no way out. He could only console himself:

It’s okay. It’s no big deal. As long as I’m not embarrassed, the awkwardness is on them!

He silently withdrew his gaze from the distance and turned to look at Ling Jianshu, who was beside him.

For once, he didn’t immediately return his gaze. Instead, he was lowering his head, rubbing his arm.

Seeing this, Qiao Song felt a bit guilty.

In a gentle tone, he said, “Brother Ling, your arm must be sore from holding the IV bag for so long, huh?”

Ling Jianshu lowered his eyes to meet his gaze.

He had almost replied with “I’m fine,” but for some reason, he changed it at the last second to, “Yeah, it’s pretty sore.”

Qiao Song felt even worse and glanced to the right of Ling Jianshu. He pointed to an empty chair and said, “There’s an empty seat over there. Why don’t you sit for a bit and rest your arm?”

Ling Jianshu brought the chair over and sat down on Qiao Song’s right but said, “Sitting doesn’t really help with the soreness.”

Qiao asked, “So…what should we do?”

“Rub it for me.” he stretched out his arm toward him, unashamedly directing the patient.

“…Huh?” Qiao Song hesitated, raising his right hand, the one not hooked up to the IV, and said softly, “But I’m not very strong.”

Ling Jianshu didn’t seem to care, insisting, “It doesn’t need to be hard. A light touch is fine. It’s more about the sentiment.”

Qiao Song: “…”

After all, Brother Ling had worn himself out holding the IV for him.

He couldn’t bring himself to refuse anymore, so he awkwardly grabbed his forearm.

The moment their skin touched, he could clearly feel the muscles under his fingers tense up.

Perhaps due to years of boxing practice, Ling Jianshu’s arm was beautifully toned, with clearly defined and smooth muscles. The texture was firm and exuded a sense of strength.

His fingers rested on his arm, unmoving for a moment.

He had to admit, his thoughts were a bit scattered right now.

After all, anyone can appreciate beauty, and as an art student, he was even more sensitive to it.

Although he knew Ling Jianshu was straight, that didn’t stop him from admiring him.

He understood clearly that this wasn’t the same as romantic attraction.

To him, Ling Jianshu’s arm was like a work of Schramm’s art—full of vitality and something to be admired.

Noticing Qiao.Song had paused, Ling Jianshu couldn’t help but chuckle and teased, “Is that your full strength?”

“Huh? No, it’s not…”

Qiao Song, flustered, snapped out of his daze and lightly applied pressure with his pale fingers, helping him to relax his muscles.

Now it was Ling Jianshu’s turn to get distracted.

He lowered his eyes, watching Qiao Song’s slender fingers move over his skin, and he couldn’t help but recall how those same hands looked when playing the piano.

The more he thought about it, the more his emotions surged, growing increasingly hard to suppress.

He wasn’t sure what he’d done to deserve this, to be pampered by an artist like this.

Luckily, he knew better. He understood that Qiao Song was only doing this because he’d intentionally played the pity card, not out of any genuine desire.

The two of them, lost in their own thoughts, remained silent for a while.

Qiao Song was feeling a bit troubled.

To a straight guy, this kind of skin contact might mean nothing, but to him, a gay man, it was a bit too intimate.

He wasn’t comfortable with it, so after a short while, he stopped.

Staring blankly at a spot on the floor, he asked softly, “Feeling better now?”

Ling Jianshu pressed his lips together and stared at his profile, obviously hinting, “It’s better, but still not great.”

“…Oh.”

Qiao Song, resigned, began massaging again.

After a few minutes, Ling Jianshu finally seemed satisfied and said, “Okay, much better now.”

Qiao Song felt a wave of relief and quickly let go of his arm.

While they’d been busy with all the massaging, the aspirin drip had quietly finished.

Ling Jianshu pressed the button to call the nurse.

While the nurse changed the IV, he leaned over and glanced at Qiao Song’s hand. In a low voice, he asked, “Is your hand sore? Want me to rub it for you?”

“…?!” The nurse perked up upon hearing that.

Did no one else notice? That little word “too” had a life of its own!

But why was he looking at Qiao Song’s right hand?

Out of professional courtesy, the nurse kindly reminded them, “The IV won’t make his hand sore, but keeping it still for a long time could make it uncomfortable. You could massage… his left hand.”

She emphasized the last two words.

Ling Jianshu glanced at her and calmly said, “Thanks for the reminder, but I was talking about his right hand.”

The nurse was puzzled but didn’t comment further.

Ling Jianshu, meanwhile, continued his explanation, “He was massaging my arm just now, so his hand might be tired.”

The nurse: “…” Who asked you, though?!

She’d figured it out completely!

She was just a background character in this couple’s game!

At that moment, another patient rang for her.

Suppressing a giggle, she glanced at them one last time before rushing off to help the other patient.

Qiao Song had completely given up at this point.

Whatever, let them misunderstand. With the way Ling Jianshu acts, it’s pretty much impossible for people not to misunderstand!

Still, he didn’t let him massage his hand.

He quickly made up an excuse, saying, “I feel like playing on my phone for a bit. I slept all day and didn’t really get a chance.”

Ling Jianshu understood and didn’t insist.

Qiao Song didn’t actually have anything he wanted to do on his phone.

He unlocked the screen and absentmindedly opened the school forum, just planning to browse around.

A post pinned to the top of the page caught his eye.

The title was brief and not trying to grab attention, just a few simple words—

“CP Fans of the Lawsuit Couple, Please Enter”

He clicked in and saw the first post.

**#0:** *First off, I have no ill will towards the Lawsuit CP, and I’m not affiliated. I’m a Lawsuit CP fan myself. But recently… I heard that LJS (Ling Jianshu) might be homophobic? Does anyone know if this is true? Please tell me! If it is, I’m thinking about un-stanning. T^T*

Qiao Song’s heart tightened, knowing that this topic was bound to stir up a storm…