Chapter 42: Saving the Gentle Senior 18

How is it? Tasty?

Seeing Shen Qingci eating happily with his head down, Jin Chen smiled and asked.

Delicious!

Shen Qingci wiped his mouth satisfied, his eyes squinting, just like a content little cat that had eaten its fill.

He put down the napkin, remembering his plan.

Before he could carry it out, his heart began to pound violently, and he grew nervous.

Noticing his change, Jin Chen curled his lips, pretending not to know anything, wanting to see what mischief his wife was up to.

You reek of oil and smoke; go take a shower now, or you're not allowed to get into bed later.

Shen Qingci ruffled Jin Chen's hair, his tone gentle.

Okay, I'll obey my wife's orders.

Jin Chen stood up, looking utterly helpless, first putting the bowls into the dishwasher, then slowly walking into the bathroom to take a shower.

Hearing the water running in the bathroom, Shen Qingci hurried back to the bathroom and took out the dance outfit he had changed out of today.

But he didn't put it on fully; instead, blushing, he took off all his sleepwear, draped the outer gauze of the dance costume over himself, yet mischievously kept the towel tightly wrapped inside, and tied the dance costume's sash.

The gauze wasn't completely sheer; it just had a hazy, semi‑transparent feel, so unless you looked closely, you wouldn't notice the towel.

After changing clothes, he turned off the bedroom's overhead light, leaving only the bedside night‑lamp on; the warm yellow light filtered through the shade, adding a touch of intimacy to the darkened room.

At that moment, the sound of water in the bathroom began to fade.

He pressed his lips together, waiting for Jin Chen to open the bathroom door before playing the music he had prepared in advance.

It was a romantic French song.

The singer's soft, murmuring voice sounded like a lover whispering in one's ear, full of desire and romance.

Jin Chen stood still, drawn in by Shen Qingci's shy yet hesitant guise that pretended to be calm.

Shen Qingci let himself sink into the music; the dancer's poise and his love for his partner overwhelmed the moment, suppressing his shyness—in an instant his gaze changed.

He raised his arms, gently turned his wrists, and the gauze slipped down to reveal his pale, slender forearms; he extended a fingertip and lightly tapped Jin Chen.

Jin Chen's breath grew a little heavier.

As if feeling his lover's response, he curled the corner of his mouth, his movements becoming softer and more alluring, his body limp as boneless, his waist twisting slightly, his toes lifting, and with the dance motion he lightly brushed against Jin Chen's shin.

But before he could savor it, he spun back and withdrew.

Just as Jin Chen was lifting his sinking feeling, Shen Qingci glided like a swimming snake to his front, his left hand lightly tugging the ribbon at his back; in an instant his clothing slipped halfway, revealing his round, pale shoulders.

The music grew more explicit, and Shen Qingci's movements became increasingly sensual and bold.

His clothing had already slipped loose down to his chest, the vermilion markings on his pale body faintly visible, his fingertips gliding over Jin Chen's abs—who wore only a bathrobe—as his body twisted to the rhythm.

Three minutes later, the music stopped.

The room fell silent again.

Only Jin Chen's heavy breathing and the two of their heartbeats remained.

Shyness welled up as the music faded; Shen Qingci dared not meet his lover's eyes, lowering his lids and breathing lightly.

Bao Bao…

Jin Chen spoke, his voice low, whispering near Shen Qingci's ear, sending a tingling sensation to the bone.

His palm rested on Shen Qingci's soft waist, then he pulled him hard into his embrace; the other hand, gripping possessively, pressed against his neck as he lowered his head to kiss his lips.

The moon hung high, the gauze slowly slipping onto the bed; through the curtain's reflection, one could faintly see the entwined figures in the bedroom.

——

Since the night before last, Shen Qingci swore he would never again use a striptease to provoke Jin Chen.

Shen Qingci leaned in the passenger seat, half‑asleep, with a faint soreness in his lower back.

He hadn't gotten out of bed all day yesterday, but fortunately there was no class on Sunday.

Jin Chen felt refreshed and clear‑headed, his fingers tapping happily on the steering wheel.

He had no classes today; he was merely taking Shen Qingci to school and moving house on the side.

Art Building Dance Room

Lin Le shook off the lethargy of the past few days, regained his spirits, and no longer cared at all about others' opinions.

He closed the chat window with Mou Yuan, and a sweet feeling welled up in his heart.

Without Qi Ze, he still could have a backer just the same.

Mou Yuan's help in the dance world is something that Jin Chen and Qi Ze, who merely rely on family wealth, can't compare to!

Obviously, Lin Le, who had been bailed out by Mou Yuan a few days earlier, had no idea what had happened at the inter‑school friendship competition.

He only learned today upon arriving at school that Jin Chen had held a grand confession for Shen Qingci on the spot.

After what happened with Qi Ze, Lin Le had completely moved past such petty romance; he aimed to attach himself to Mou Yuan and become a dancer even better than Shen Qingci—that was the true way.

Seeing Shen Qingci walk into the classroom, he grinned smugly and provoked him.

Shen Qingci's gaze lingered on him for only a moment before he boredly looked away.

Shen Qingci! Your competition the day before yesterday was amazing!

Many classmates came over, happily congratulating him.

Yeah! Now other schools are saying our Didu University Dance Department is outstanding!

Shen Qingci smiled faintly, also feeling happy.

Everyone's abilities are also great; they can all shine brightly at the summer evening party.

"We still need you, the lead dancer, to take the lead!" the class monitor exclaimed, as if recalling something, "Right, today we'll switch to a classical dance instructor."

Although it's almost the end of term, whether we change or not doesn't really matter, but I heard the new instructor is from the Didu Dance Troupe!

Amid the crowd's sighs, Mou Yuan had already walked into the classroom.

"Hello, classmates."

He stands tall and straight, his expression cool and aloof; he is indeed noticeably better than Qi Ze.

Shen Qingci lowered his gaze, recalling Jin Chen's admonition.

I just don't know how it will be biased toward Lin Le; as long as it doesn't affect the other classmates, it's fine.

Hello, teacher, teacher is so handsome!

Several classmates chimed in.

Mou Yuan chuckled lightly, took off his coat, exchanged a glance with Lin Le, saw his shy expression, and a hint of indulgence flickered in his eyes.

Starting today, I will teach you all classical dance; please give me your guidance, everyone.

He clapped his hands, "Everyone, warm up first; let me check the basics."

Shen Qingci then went to a corner to practice the party dance.

The summer vacation party is an activity the school holds before summer break each year to let the colleges relax; each major must prepare at least one performance, and the arts majors need at least three.

As for the Dance Department, besides their class's group dance performance, they also arranged a solo dance by Shen Qingci.

Originally, Shen Qingci had planned to perform a classic piece, but after being together with Jin Chen, he gained new inspiration.

He wanted to give Jin Chen an original dance.

He had already thought of a name for it.

Moon Knows Your Intent

He then danced following his inspiration, his body stretching, expressing his feelings through his movements.

Mou Yuan's gaze swept over the students in the class, then settled on Shen Qingci.

He couldn't help but be drawn in by his professional, extremely lively and spirited dance, and nodded to himself.

Although he had no fondness for Shen Qingci because of Lin Le, he couldn't help but admit that this person's ability was already at a professional dancer's level.