I Fell in Love With My Cold-Hearted, Flirtatious Roommate (GL) - Chapter 29

On the way back, Rong Ting held the flowers, unconsciously smiling several times.

After a while, Ran Jiu leaned closer to look at her curiously: “Why are you so happy? Haven’t you ever received flowers from someone before?”

Rong Ting’s smile gradually receded.

She had actually received flowers before. People sent her flowers at every stage of her life, especially at graduation ceremonies, where she would receive flowers from parents, teachers, and classmates, but none had ever made her heart flutter like this.

She lied: “No.”

The person who was usually so honest told a serious lie, making it impossible to tell that she was lying.

“Then am I the first person to send you flowers?” Ran Jiu’s pitch went up, and the lilt in her voice showed she was very happy, “This is also the first time I’ve sent flowers to anyone. We are both firsts.”

Rong Ting pressed her hand to her forehead. Please stop talking nonsense, stop flirting, okay?

It was already nine o’clock in the evening when they got home. Rong Ting cut the base of the flower stems diagonally to help them absorb water, filled a glass bottle with water, and placed the flowers in her bedroom.

After dealing with the flowers, she remembered Ran Jiu was probably still hungry and asked her what she wanted to eat.

Ran Jiu counted on her fingers, listing a bunch of dishes: “Coke chicken wings, beef with potatoes, spicy fried veal would also be good. For vegetables, we can have corn with pine nuts, or dòuchǐ língyú (fermented black beans with dace fish) and yóumàicài (oilseed rape leaves). As for soup, anything is fine; you decide!”

Rong Ting was silent for a while, then reminded her: “We have coke but no chicken wings, we have peppers and potatoes, but no beef. We don’t have corn or pine nuts. We have yóumàicài, but no canned dòuchǐ língyú.”

And so, Ran Jiu fell silent with her, puffing up her cheeks on both sides in annoyance, looking like a chubby cat face.

Finally, Rong Ting decided to at least satisfy half of her requests. She made spicy shredded potatoes and yóumàicài with garlic, and conveniently brewed two bowls of soy milk powder.

Even though Cat Ran Jiu was very unhappy internally, her mouth was honest. While pushing the rest of the yóumàicài into her own bowl, she muttered: “This won’t do. I gave you such beautiful flowers, you owe me a good meal as compensation.”

Rong Ting, uncharacteristically, didn’t talk back: “Okay, I promise.”

“Then you must remember, don’t forget.”

Rong Ting poured her some water: “I won’t.”

After eating, Ran Jiu reciprocated as usual, eagerly washing the pot. After washing, she loudly complained about sweating and was the first to claim the right to use the bathroom.

Rong Ting was originally boiling tea in the kitchen. She had steeped a few slices of lemon and chrysanthemum to reduce internal heat, boiling a full pot of tea. She looked up as if waking from a dream when she heard the trickling sound of water from the bathroom.

Her towel was still in the bathroom, so she could only wash her hands in the kitchen, quickly wipe them with a tissue, and return to the living room.

It was hot in the summer. Their bedrooms faced the sun, and only the living room was slightly cooler. She had originally planned to sit on the sofa and wait for the water to boil.

The bathroom door was a sliding door. Opening and closing it required manually pushing and pulling the handle. It couldn’t be locked at all. If one just slightly pushed the handle, everything inside could be clearly seen.

Ran Jiu seemed to feel it was too stuffy inside and deliberately left a small gap. Two white flat flip-flops were placed at the bathroom door. Passing by, one could feel a slight mist of water vapour and even hear her light humming.

A warm, orange light shone through the frosted glass, occasionally revealing the dim outline of a long, slender body.

Rong Ting stood outside for a long time. Later, hearing the water boil, she returned to the kitchen, poured two cups of heat-reducing tea, placed one on the living room coffee table, and went back to her bedroom.

No sooner had she opened her computer than she heard a voice calling her from outside, “Ting Ting!”

Rong Ting initially thought she had misheard, but the next “Roommate!” finally confirmed that Ran Jiu was calling her.

She went out but saw the bathroom door was still closed, which was why Ran Jiu’s voice sounded muffled.

“What’s wrong?”

Ran Jiu said tragically: “My towel fell into the toilet! Do you have a new one?”

Rong Ting didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Their bathroom was small, containing a counter, a toilet, and only a small corner for the showerhead. The towel rack happened to be sandwiched between the two.

She guessed Ran Jiu must have knocked the towel into the toilet while reaching for it.

“I do. Wait a moment.”

Rong Ting ran back to find a new towel. She had brought a few spares from the dormitory when she moved in. She picked out a clean dark green towel and went back.

“Here you go.”

Rong Ting deliberately stood on the left side of the doorway, handing the towel through the crack so Ran Jiu could grab it by only sticking out her arm.

The door shook for a moment, then slid fully open with a shua la sound.

Rong Ting froze, seeing the person completely exposed before her eyes.

Ran Jiu looked like she had just finished showering. Her hair was twisted and coiled behind her head, the ends still dripping water. Loose strands clung to her cheek. Her amber eyes were moist with steam, the corners faintly red, giving her an air of freshness and seductive charm.

She was only wearing very short black hot pants below, covering her upper body with two slender arms, but not very conscientiously.

Her collarbones were glistening, her cleavage slightly exposed. The light floated in the steam, instantly focusing on those two mounds…

She took the towel from Rong Ting’s hand, blinked her eyes innocently, and said in a wet voice, “Thank you, Ting Ting,” then quickly pulled the door shut again.

Rong Ting’s hand remained suspended there, then slowly dropped. Finally, she frowned and returned to her bedroom.

She covered her face in frustration.

After all, if a person is completely unreserved toward someone of the same s3x, it means that person has absolutely no messy, romantic thoughts in their mind.

She sighed. Ran Jiu, this person, looked as shrewd as a fox, occasionally possessed by an inner drama queen, yet how open-minded she must be towards her!

After a while, the bathroom door was pulled open again, and the sound of a mop dragging across the floor could be heard. Ran Jiu called out to her again: “Ting Ting, do you want to take a shower?”

Rong Ting replied listlessly: “No, thank you.”

The outside fell silent, with only faint movements occasionally coming from the bathroom… The sound of the shampoo bottle dropping, the mop being put away, and the light turning off intertwined, and then silence suddenly returned.

Rong Ting forced herself to calm down. Just as she was writing two lines of text, there was a knock on her bedroom door again.

Throwing down her pen, Rong Ting thought despairingly, Her notes for today would end here. The rest would have to wait until tomorrow.

She opened the door. Ran Jiu had changed into loose pyjamas. Her cheeks were still flushed pink, and her eyes looked cunningly at her.

This cunningness made Rong Ting briefly think she had discovered something, and she hastily avoided her gaze.

But suddenly her chin was pinched. Ran Jiu’s other hand abruptly reached out. Her slender fingers were spread open, holding a rabbit folded from the green towel. Every corner and angle was distinct, and it stood vividly on her hand.

She didn’t deliberately change her voice, but her speaking tone was much cooler than usual: “This Moon Rabbit Goddess has descended to earth, specifically to comfort Little Friend Rong Ting. You’ve had a hard day.”

Seeing no reaction from her, Ran Jiu shook the green rabbit in her hand again: “Thank you for your towel. I just used it to wipe my face, and it’s already clean. Do you still want it back?”

What she said was cheeky. There was no reason to take back a towel that had been given away, but Rong Ting subconsciously felt that if the person speaking was Ran Jiu, it didn’t feel inappropriate at all.

She couldn’t figure Ran Jiu out. Sometimes she felt she was childish and innocent, sometimes she felt she was as cool as a snow mountain in the fog, yet she possessed a delicate heart, always able to tell if others were happy or unhappy, even saving her from awkwardness and embarrassment under the guise of decorum…

Rong Ting naturally refused and pushed it back: “I don’t lack one. You use this one.”

Ran Jiu hummed and slowly lowered her hand. The originally fluffy towel rabbit flattened as her hand closed. Rong Ting instantly felt a pang of distress, “Hey, can you fold the rabbit back again? I want to take a picture.”

Ran Jiu: “…”

After she saved the photo to her album, Ran Jiu muttered again: “I knew you wouldn’t want it. You always dislike me. Last time you wouldn’t let me sit on your bed after I showered, and this time you dislike the towel I used.”

Rong Ting didn’t know how to explain, only denying: “I don’t dislike you, I just… I just don’t lack a towel.”

“Oh.” Ran Jiu looked like she had seen through her, “Don’t explain. You’re just placating me anyway.”

Fine, Rong Ting compromised, pointing to her chair: “Want me to blow dry your hair?”

It was Ran Jiu’s turn to be stunned this time, as if she had seen the sun rise from the west: “You’re going to blow dry my hair?”

Rong Ting nodded: “Mhm.”

While blow drying her hair, Ran Jiu restlessly spun around in her chair: “Your chair is more comfortable than mine.”

Rong Ting was carefully holding and drying a lock of her hair. The moment the hairdryer shifted direction, she picked up another lock, her focus comparable to handling a precious piece of artwork. Hearing Ran Jiu’s comment, she said: “Well, want to switch?”

Ran Jiu: “…No need.”

Rong Ting thought she was embarrassed: “We can switch.”

“No switching.” Ran Jiu shook her head, realizing her hair felt much lighter and fresher. Besides, she knew her hair was tangled in some places, but Rong Ting hadn’t hurt her at all while drying it for the past half hour.

“My chair has been adjusted; it’s a bit higher than a normal chair,” she explained.

“Oh, alright.” Rong Ting continued drying, not dwelling on this brief moment.

Ran Jiu’s hands resting on her lap suddenly curled up. She remembered making many unreasonable requests to Rong Ting before, some of which were just jokes, but the other person genuinely considered them and often agreed to her requests.

Her temper was unbelievably good.

She hesitated a little: “Ting Ting, are you too nice to people?”

Rong Ting’s hand paused: “Why do you say that?”

“I just feel like you indulge me too much. Actually, I’m very casual.” She had been serious for a moment, but her tone became playful again: “Let me tell you, people will become arrogant when pampered. Don’t be too good to me, or I might end up clinging to you.”

When she finished, Rong Ting put the hairdryer back in the cabinet. Ran Jiu stood up, bent halfway, and tossed her hair while looking in the wall mirror. The fabric at her waist slipped down as she bent, revealing a section of her slender, porcelain-white waistline. Her long legs were completely exposed.

She enthusiastically showered Rong Ting with compliments: “You blow dried it so well! My mom no longer has to worry about my hair getting tangled. It’s comparable to the $38 service at a shady salon’s Tony teacher! When I become famous, I’ll hire you as my exclusive hair dryer!”

Her mood changed so quickly. She seemed to be able to detach from past emotions quickly, and her attention shifted to other things.

Only Rong Ting recalled what she had just said.

Actually, it wouldn’t be so bad if she ended up clinging to me.