TL: Hua
Extra 17: Campus Life 11
When the package was delivered, Qin Chaoyan happened to be out.
Out of curiosity, Ye Rongxu signed for it and immediately unwrapped all the packages.
The shop he ordered from didn’t have suitable sizes for Qin Chaoyan, and some even sold one-size-fits-all, which would be even less appropriate. Ye Rongxu specifically negotiated with the seller, paying extra to customize the size for Qin Chaoyan.
Coincidentally, the shop he ordered from was a direct manufacturer, and given the generous payment, they readily agreed.
So Ye Rongxu hesitated for a while, then asked, “Can the front crotch be made looser? Or just make it a men’s style directly?”
The other side was silent for a long time before replying with a sweating emoji.
After opening the package, Ye Rongxu immediately picked up the leggings and shook them out, then fell into silence himself.
He couldn’t tell if they were intentionally made looser, but this type of leggings usually has good elasticity, so even if they were made looser, it might not be visible from the outside.
Also… even with good elasticity, they were still too narrow and thin. Seriously? Could they really be worn?
Ye Rongxu’s mind unconsciously conjured Qin Chaoyan’s… and then, looking at these narrow “bare leg artifacts,” his face suddenly flushed.
He tugged at the leggings in his hand, testing the elasticity, thinking: It seems alright, but it still feels a bit thin.
Maybe he should try them on first? If he can’t wear them, Qin Chaoyan definitely can’t either.
Besides, he was very curious about the warming effect of these leggings.
It just so happened that Qin Chaoyan wasn’t home, and it wouldn’t be embarrassing to try them on alone.
Ye Rongxu’s gaze wandered. After thinking for a moment, he unwrapped all the packages and then carried the leggings back to the bedroom.
He chose a pair close to his skin tone. After taking off his cotton pajamas, he pulled the so-called “bare leg artifacts” onto his legs with a flushing face.
He had bought the fleece-lined and thickened version, expecting them to be very difficult to put on, but to his surprise, they slid onto his legs with unexpected ease.
Perhaps it was because the manufacturer had custom-made the size for him, or perhaps his legs were too slender.
Two minutes later, Ye Rongxu stood up and pulled the leggings up to his waist. It felt… not bad. They didn’t sag or pinch. It was just… because they were tight, the shape was a bit awkward.
Fortunately, he was alone in the room, so after some mental preparation, it was fine.
He cleared his throat twice, stood up, walked around, and lifted his legs, feeling well-adapted. He then put on a pair of dress pants over them and stood up again. The pant legs were straight, with a nice drape, and not bulky at all. It was completely impossible to tell that he was wearing a pair of leggings underneath.
It was truly amazing.
He took off the dress pants and noticed a slight wrinkle where the socks met the ankle. He reached down to smooth it out, and now it looked completely smooth.
Ye Rongxu could only discern the knitted texture when he observed it closely. Once he pulled a little further away, he noticed that the joints of his skin-colored leggings had a shadow-like effect, as if he weren’t wearing any pants at all.
It was too magical.
He couldn’t help but lift his leg, his slender, fair fingertips lightly touching his ankle joint, inching upwards to his calf, to the bend of his knee, and then to…
Suddenly, his movements stiffened slightly, sensing that he was being watched.
His mind buzzed, and he stiffly turned his head, then realized with despair that the bedroom door had been pushed open by a third at some point. Qin Chaoyan was standing in the doorway. It’s unknown when he had returned or how long he had been standing there.
After his despair, Ye Rongxu quickly put his leg down. Remembering how tight these pants were, he hastily pulled the nearby dress pants in front of him to cover himself and chuckled dryly, “When did you get back? How long have you been standing there? Why…”
He walked like a cat, making no sound at all.
Qin Chaoyan, with his suit draped over his arm, fully pushed open the door and walked step by step into the bedroom, his voice slightly hoarse. “When your finger touched your ankle.”
As he spoke, he had already reached the bed, throwing his dark handmade suit onto it. He propped his arms on either side of Ye Rongxu, his dark eyes deepening as he stared intently at the other, asking in a husky voice, “Are your legs uncomfortable? Is it because you’ve been walking a lot lately, and you’re too tired?”
Ye Rongxu was enveloped by his clean, cool scent, his body forced to lean back until he could barely support himself, then suddenly softened, but his slender, resilient waist was timely embraced.
“Or…” Qin Chaoyan pulled him closer, his soft, pleasant voice sounding in his ear: “Did you miss me?”
Ye Rongxu’s waist softened even more from the embrace. He awkwardly pushed him away and stammered, “Don’t think too much, I… I was trying on pants for you.”
“For me? Trying on pants?” Qin Chaoyan’s expression was strange. After being pushed away, he looked down at Ye Rongxu’s slender legs and only then realized he was wearing pants, not what he had just imagined.
“But… cough
His gaze became even stranger. He said, “I probably can’t wear something that short.”
He was much taller than Ye Rongxu, and these pants… the length looked like it was just right for Ye Rongxu, and the width also… fit very snugly, even outlining the beautiful lines of the other party’s calves. No wonder when he stood at the door just now, at first glance, he thought Ye Rongxu wasn’t wearing anything.
“No, these kinds of pants have good elasticity; they’re very stretchy. They only stretched to this length because I’m wearing them. They’re called ‘bare leg artifacts’ and make you look like you’re not wearing anything. If you search for them online, you’ll understand,” Ye Rongxu explained.
He then extended his calf and kicked it in the air to show him, asking, “What do you think?”
Qin Chaoyan looked at his well-proportioned and beautiful calves, his eyes dark, and he said hoarsely, “I think… not wearing them would look even better.”
Compared to these pants, Xuxu’s calves were fairer and more beautiful.
Ye Rongxu: “???”
“Not wearing them isn’t warm. These are supposed to be very warm for winter,” he widened his eyes slightly, with a “What are you thinking?” expression.
Qin Chaoyan let out a slightly regretful ‘Oh.’
Ye Rongxu rolled his eyes, got up, and wanted to get other pants for him to try as well. But just as he stood up, the suit pants he had been holding in front of him to cover himself fell.
He immediately froze.
Damn, he forgot about that.
He instinctively wanted to cross his hands, but that action was too awkward. For a moment, covering wasn’t right, and not covering wasn’t right either.
Qin Chaoyan almost simultaneously lowered his gaze. After a long time, he asked hoarsely, “Doesn’t it squeeze?”
Ye Rongxu’s face was flushed, his head almost steaming, and his voice was muffled: “It doesn’t squeeze.”
Qin Chaoyan’s eyes deepened. Just as Ye Rongxu was flustered and about to say, “You go out first,” he hugged him tightly, and they tumbled together into the soft bedding.
“Mmm, mmm.” Ye Rongxu thrashed about wildly but was held by a large hand pressing on his calves.
Ye Rongxu instantly froze, his breathing gradually quickening.
The warm early spring sun shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows, refracting beautiful light and shadows.
Ye Rongxu’s slender white fingers tightly gripped the bedsheet, and the back of his hand was moist with sweat. A broad hand covered him, stretching out his fingers and tightly interlocking with him.
The other hand pressed the switch for the electric curtain, blocking out the warmth of the room.
—
The next morning, Ye Rongxu, with slightly perked-up hair, had a resentful look on his face.
Qin Chaoyan, in a cheerful mood, carried him to the dining room, showering him with kisses on the lips.
“Dad asked when we’re going back for the Qingming Festival. We’ll go sweep the graves for Mom and Grandma together then,” Qin Chaoyan said, serving Ye Rongxu some steamed dumplings.
Ye Rongxu was stunned for a moment before realizing that “Dad” referred to Ye Boxuan, “Mom” probably referred to both his mother and Qin Chaoyan’s mother, and “Grandma” was naturally Qin Chaoyan’s grandmother.
“Why the sudden change in address?” he asked, taking a sip of congee with a puzzled face.
Although Qin Chaoyan had called Ye Boxuan “Dad” in front of him before, it was mostly to tease him. At least, in front of Ye Boxuan, he didn’t seem to call him that, nor would he casually do so in daily life.
Qin Chaoyan’s lips curved slightly, as if he couldn’t suppress a smile. He said, “Dad said that when we go back this time, we’ll finalize the wedding arrangements. If you’re willing, we’ll have the wedding after you graduate in June.”
Ye Rongxu: “…”
He was dumbfounded for a long time, then let out an “Oh,” staring at a small tuft of hair sticking up, and continued to drink his congee.
The next second, his chin was lifted. Qin Chaoyan’s dark eyes gazed steadily at him, his tone suddenly adding a touch of solemnity as he asked, “Then are you willing?”
Ye Rongxu still had congee in his mouth, his cheeks puffed out like a little squirrel gnawing on a pinecone. After swallowing two gulps of congee, he hummed, “I’m willing.”
Qin Chaoyan’s dark eyes immediately showed a smile again, and he couldn’t help but kiss him on the lips once more.
Ye Rongxu dodged dismissively, but then suddenly thought of something and revealed a mischievous smile: “No, this is a matter of lifelong importance, so I still need to think carefully.”
Qin Chaoyan didn’t expect him to suddenly change his mind and was stunned for a moment, pondering, “It’s… not that big of a deal. We’ve already registered our marriage. This is just a formality, I think…”
“No, no, no, we still need to consider it carefully.” Ye Rongxu held up a finger and wiggled it, then pretended to be serious, though his tone couldn’t hide his mischievousness: “But if you try on the pants I bought for you yesterday, I might agree.”
Qin Chaoyan: “…”
This little rascal, was he trying to bargain?
“You’re using this to negotiate terms?” His voice was faint.
Ye Rongxu was surprised: “How could that be? This is pure love; I specifically bought them for you.”
Qin Chaoyan: “…”
“Will you wear them? Will you wear them…” Ye Rongxu used both soft and hard tactics, starting to tug on his sleeve again and shake it gently.
A vein throbbed slightly on Qin Chaoyan’s forehead.
No one could resist their wife’s coquettish offensive, and President Qin was no exception, although Ye Rongxu would never admit this was him acting coquettish.
Qin Chaoyan closed his eyes. After a long while, he gritted his teeth and said, “Okay.”
Forget it; he’ll just wear it at home to please his wife, especially since it’s for the wedding.
After breakfast, Ye Rongxu looked excited, and Qin Chaoyan looked… as if he was about to be executed, as they returned to the bedroom together.
Five minutes later—
“How do they feel?” Ye Rongxu’s voice was expectant.
“I feel… very tight,” Qin Chaoyan’s voice was stiff.
“How could that be? They weren’t tight when I wore them.”
“…Maybe your legs are thinner.”
“Then pull them up higher; try wearing them completely.”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Stuck.” A tone of utter despair.
“How could that be? They didn’t get stuck in the crotch or feel tight when I wore them.”
“Maybe you…”
“Shut up, don’t say it.”
“…”
“Why aren’t you talking again?”
“You told me to shut up,” a faint tone.
“Alright then, let’s try another pair… what are you doing?”
“Courtesy demands reciprocity; it’s your turn to try.” Qin Chaoyan pulled him into his arms with a black line on his head.
…
In the end, because the size wasn’t right, Qin Chaoyan couldn’t wear them, so these pants were essentially bought for nothing. But… not entirely for nothing.
Because Ye Rongxu tried them all on, and Qin Chaoyan seemed to especially enjoy him trying on these pants. Ye Rongxu had originally wanted to discuss with the manufacturer about custom-making larger sizes, but later…
“I never want to see those pants again,” Ye Rongxu gritted his teeth as they boarded the plane back to Jiangcheng.
Qin Chaoyan said calmly, “I think they’re still very warm for winter.”
“Did you wear them? I was the one wearing them,” Ye Rongxu bristled.
But they were indeed warm.
However, did Qin Chaoyan make him wear them for warmth? They didn’t even leave the house.
“Alright, alright, don’t wear them,” Qin Chaoyan, knowing he was in the wrong, quickly coaxed him.
Back in Jiangcheng, Ye Rongxu received a call from Ye Boxuan and had the car driven directly to the Ye Group building.
At the same time, the lawsuits against the previous online rumors also began to be heard in court.
Yun Yang was the first to be sued, and the result was as expected: Ye Rongxu won the case, and the other party was ordered to compensate for various losses and issue a public apology.
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Of course xuxu ended up wearing those leggings 😂😂😂 I hope the extras will include a wedding 🥹