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Saving the Heartthrob Frenemy-Chapter 43: "Why are you finding trouble with my date?"
"Oh my gosh, you actually brought them," exclaimed Bo Ailun looking at the big box in the gym locker.
Qie Xieling turned around sharply and closed his mouth. "Shh shh shhhh... do you want us to get caught?" he said and Bo Ailun shook his head vigorously.
Qie Xieling let him go and whispered, "Let’s go," before picking up the box.
Bo Ailun whispered loudly, "Wait wait wait, what about that?" talking about the cameras.
Qie Xieling looked in the direction Bo Ailun was pointing at and said, "I already took care of it. Let’s go."
Bo Ailun didn’t want to know what ’take care of it’ meant but Qie Xieling had access to a whole lot of things that a boy his age could only dream of. He picked up the other end of the box and like two burglars they snuck out of the locker room heading towards the main hall.
"We have to show our faces at the dance so we can have some sort of alibi. I am not going down for this," whispered Qie Xieling like a full-fledged criminal with a professional career in this line of work.
"It’s going to be a lot of fun though," replied Bo Ailun as they turned the corner. Qie Xieling immediately noticed Lee Ya standing near their class seeming like she was looking for someone.
"Shit shit shit," he mouthed before pushing Bo Ailun back and hiding behind the wall.
"Um... Who is there? Lin Lin, is that you?" she called out and Qie Xieling shut his eyes with a deep sigh. He pushed the heavy box they had been carrying together into Bo Ailun’s hands and the sudden full weight of the box made No Ailun almost lose his balance.
"I will deal with her. Just put it in my locker once she is gone," he whispered and Bo Ailun nodded his head his face red from struggling with the heavy weight.
Qie Xieling fixed his suit jacket and walked into the hallway while raking his fingers through his hair. "Yah what’s up?" he asked and Lee Ya’s body froze on the spot seeing this charming handsome young man walking towards her.
The suit was specially tailored for Qie Xieling because in it he looked so breathtaking. "Aren’t you coming to the main hall?" she asked her voice a pitch higher which she didn’t even notice. Her cheeks and ears were stained red and she couldn’t help but play with the corsage on her wrist.
"I am coming. Shouldn’t you be with your date?" he asked walking fast ahead to leave sooner and let Bo Ailun put the box in his locker.
Lee Ya felt slight annoyance hearing this. She thought Qie Xieling would ask her to the dance but instead, it was Deming who asked. Afraid that she won’t find anyone to go with she decided to agree but she was still resentful especially when she found out that it was Deming who sabotaged her.
Qie Xieling opened the door and stepped aside letting her enter first but she opened her mouth about to say something. She wanted to ask him if they could stand outside for a moment longer and talk but he didn’t look like he was in the mood.
In the end, she gave up and walked in first. Just as he stepped in after her Deming suddenly stood in front of him blocking his path. He was silent but his face and posture said everything.
He was being possessive of Lee Ya and seeing them walk in together was quite disrespectful in his eyes. Luo Muchen noticed this little conflict from afar and if he noticed it then it meant it won’t take long before the teachers noticed.
A wave of numbness spread through his entire body from the anxiety, dread and excitement bombarding him all at once. He pushed through the crowd leaving behind a confused Bi Yu.
When he reached them he immediately pushed Deming away without thinking it through. His actions deescalated the situation fast because Deming could deal with Qie Xieling but he couldn’t handle both of them at the same time.
"What was that for?" asked Deming glaring at Luo Muchen.
Before Luo Muchen could respond, Bo Ailun appeared out of nowhere and hugged Qie Xieling while saying, "Why are you finding trouble with my date?"
Luo Muchen’s muscles stiffened as a familiar suffocating sensation resurfaced. He wanted to look back but he was afraid he would be impulsive. Clenching his fists he averted his gaze from Deming with his jaw clenched tightly.
"Imagine. Instead of taking care of his date, he is coming after me. You already won so don’t project your insecurities onto me," replied Qie Xieling with a sneer. He patted the class president’s shoulder before he and Bo Ailun left.
Lee Ya, "..."
She wasn’t happy at all. She liked the feeling of the guy she likes fighting for her like in those romantic dramas she had been watching lately but Qie Xieling wasn’t interested at all. He just gave up without even putting up a fight and the person who pushed Deming away wasn’t even him.
She couldn’t help but glance at Luo Muchen’s departing back her gaze soul-piercing. If she could skin him alive she would.
Luo Muchen’s gaze was focused on Bo Ailun’s hand that was resting on Qie Xieling’s waist and he didn’t even notice the burning gaze coming from behind him. He clenched his jaw tightly to the point that it might snap while struggling to fend off the urge to remove that hand and replace it with his.
Bo Ailun had no idea that his hand would have been broken by now. He was making fun of Qie Xieling’s waist calling him skinny.
Qie Xieling, "..."
"Call me skinny again and I will send you to greet your ancestors for a minute or two," he said while pushing away Bo Ailun.
Bo Ailun laughed before beckoning the class president to touch as if Qie Xieling’s waist was part of a sensory experiment.
For once Luo Muchen didn’t mind that Bo Ailun touched his hand guiding him to touch Qie Xieling.
With his attention riveted on his fingers touching Qie Xieling, he pursed his lips unable to contain the thrill coursing through his veins. Qie Xieling was completely unaware of what sort of fire he was messing with. He didn’t know whether it was an electric fire, a gasoline fire or perhaps a wildfire. In fact, he had no idea that there were burning flames.
He was eager for Luo Muchen to refute what Bo Ailun said so he pulled Luo Muchen’s other hand to touch the other side.







