My straight roommate is so good

After Qiao Song and Ling Jianshu finished their wash-up, they came out of the room just as the takeout Xia Zhe had ordered arrived.

Qiao Song walked over and happened to make eye contact with Xia Zhe, who had just turned around with the food.

He winked at him and pointed at Ling Jianshu with his chin.

“What’s with the wink? Is your eye uncomfortable?” Qiao Song said, taking out his phone. “If your eyes are bothering you, I can get you some eye drops.”

“No, nothing’s wrong with my eyes!” Xia Zhe smirked as he set the food on the table. “Ling Jianshu, come and eat too.”

“Sure.” Ling Jianshu nodded and walked over, glancing at the table, which was filled with dishes that Qiao Song particularly liked.

He had no real concept of the relationship between these two before, but now he could see that Xia Zhe obviously cared a lot about him.

Thinking this, his mind was on high alert. Were these two… secretly in love with each other?

While he was lost in thought, Xia Zhe had already squeezed in next to Qiao Song.

“Hey, how was it last night? You know, athletes are pretty strong. With his tall build, his waist seems quite solid too.”

“What are you talking about? Xia Zhe, how did you become so open-minded while studying abroad?” Qiao Song said helplessly.

“Hey, don’t say it like that. It’s all part of life’s journey, right? We’re just discussing it, no big deal!” Xia Zhe winked. “Are you blushing? Embarrassed?”

“It’s nothing like that. We didn’t do anything. We just slept in the same bed, and it’s not like we have that kind of relationship! From now on, stop your wild fantasies!” Qiao Song said, covering his mouth to stop him from saying more.

Xia Zhe elbowed him and shook his head, signaling that he would stop teasing. Qiao Song finally let go.

The two of them were playfully teasing each other, while Ling Jianshu, standing by, felt like they were flirting.

“If you’re not hungry, I’ll start eating.” Ling Jianshu said coldly.

“Of course, eat! Why are you trying to eat alone? Don’t you care if Qiao Song is hungry?” Xia Zhe shot a sidelong glance at Ling Jianshu, complaining under his breath about not caring for Qiao Song.

But to Ling Jianshu, it sounded like a challenge, implying that he cared more about him.

“I’m just saying, the takeout you bought is pretty ordinary. I’m not picky, but if Qiao Song doesn’t like it, I can always go get something else for him.” he replied coolly.

Hmph, he really knows how to be considerate.

Xia Zhe elbowed Qiao Song and whispered in his ear, “I think he really has feelings for you.”

“Why aren’t we eating yet? Aren’t you guys hungry?” Qiao Song, seeing that it was hard to explain, simply sat down to start eating.

Both Xia Zhe and Ling Jianshu were indeed hungry, so they stopped arguing and began eating.

“Xia Zhe, are you going back home today?” After finishing his meal, Qiao Song remembered to ask Xia Zhe about his plans, as the holiday was short and if he needed company, he would try to make time.

“I’m not going back. My family’s too busy to see me. I’d rather just relax for a few days. “he winked at Qiao Song. “What about you? Do you have time to hang out with me?”

“I can spend a couple of extra days with you.” Qiao Song didn’t refuse.

Ling Jianshu immediately shot a sharp look at Xia Zhe. Wasn’t spending a whole day and night together enough?

“Ling Brother what’s with that look? You want to join us?” Xia Zhe noticed Ling Jianshu’s look and narrowed his eyes with a smile.

Qiao Song looked at the two of them, puzzled by the strange atmosphere between them.

Xia Zhe: I’m helping you out.

Ling Jianshu: Isn’t this just provoking me?

“Alright, if you want to stay, then stay.” he suddenly reached out and hooked his arm around Qiao Song’s shoulder. “his friends are my friends. Since you’ve come all this way to hang out with him, I should be a good host.”

“Ling Jianshu…” Qiao Song blinked, feeling a bit bewildered. How did these two settle things without him saying a word?

So Qiao Song was sandwiched between the two of them, going through movies and mystery games until evening, when Ling Jianshu had to go back to deal with some school matters, finally bringing some peace.

He yawned, a tear of exhaustion at the corner of his eye.

“Are you that tired? You should get a good rest.” Ling Jianshu grabbed his wrist, preparing to take him back to the school.

“Eh? We’re leaving already?” Xia Zhe called out. “The school didn’t say Qiao Song needed to come too, did it?”

Ling Jianshu turned his face toward Xia Zhe, his eyes holding a hint of hostility, as if he could shut him up at any moment.

Xia Zhe couldn’t help but marvel at how, despite seeing his gentle side with Qiao Song, this man could also be so intimidating.

“I’ll contact you after I get back,” Qiao Song told him before being pulled into a taxi by Ling Jianshu.

He hadn’t slept well the night before and had spent the whole day with them, so he was already feeling quite sleepy.

Ling Jianshu had a lot on his mind but didn’t know how to ask him.

He wanted to ask why he liked Xia Zhe, who didn’t seem all that special. Moreover, Xia Zhe didn’t seem to dislike Ling Jianshu either. Why had Qiao Song kept his feelings to himself and not confessed?

“Um…” he practiced what he would say in his mind a hundred times, finally deciding to speak, only to feel a weight on his shoulder.

He turned and saw Qiao Song’s innocent sleeping face.

His eyes were closed, his long, curled lashes trembling slightly because of an unsettled sleep. His high nose and delicate lips were softly illuminated by passing streetlights, giving him a faint, angelic glow.

He instinctively reached out, his fingertips brushing against Qiao Song’s lashes, moving down to his eyes and then his nose…

Touched by Ling Jianshu’s slightly calloused fingers, Qiao Song furrowed his brow and slowly opened his eyes, still a bit confused and not fully awake.

Seeing him wake up, Ling Jianshu quickly pulled back his hand as if shocked.

Just a little more… he was so close to touching his lips.

What would Qiao Song’s lips feel like? They must be very soft.

“Hmm… Ling Jianshu? Are we at the school?” Qiao Song rubbed his eyes and looked at him.

Just then, the taxi stopped at the school entrance.

“Yes, we’re here.” Ling Jianshu’s voice was soft and warm as he got out of the car and opened the door for him.

The two of them walked side by side back to the dorm. The campus was almost deserted on this winter night, and everything was quiet.

“Qiao Qiao…” Ling Jianshu started.

“What’s up?” Qiao Song responded.

“Um… about you and Xia Zhe.” he hesitated, “When are you planning to confess to him?”

“Cough cough cough…” Qiao Song choked on his own saliva, his face turning red.

Seeing his flushed face, Ling Jianshu felt a pang of jealousy.

So, mentioning this makes him blush? It seems Qiao Song really likes Xia Zhe.