My Roommate Is a Dirty Talker (GL) - Chapter 1

The winter nights in B City were like a veiled beauty, perpetually shrouded in an indescribable smog that dulled even the moon’s brilliance.

Shen Weixiao strolled along the sidewalk, dragging her large suitcase. To an outsider, she might have seemed to be enjoying a leisurely walk, but her true exhaustion was hidden beneath a calm expression.

The blue notification light on her phone pulsed rhythmically. Almost instinctively, she swiped open the screen, her face falling into disappointment as she tapped out a few lines Wife, I was just one white dress away from transmigrating to Penglai and becoming an Immortal God!  The smog is so thick! And! I start work tomorrow. I can’t possibly stay in a hotel again tonight! If this keeps up, I’ll be broke! Broke! 

Despite the plaintive tone, Shen Weixiao remained optimistic, believing that every cloud has a silver lining and that she would find a place to sleep tonight. She sighed softly, feeling the discomfort of wearing her mask for too long. After touching her ears, she finally removed it.

The reply came swiftly. Before Shen Weixiao could even frown, a message flashed across her screen I saw a post in the group chat about a place on Le Xin Road. Three people already, just need one more. Wanna join?

Since arriving in B City, Shen Weixiao had spent a week searching for housing. Her initial pickiness had completely dissolved, leaving her in a give me a cowshed and I won’t complain state of mind. When Xi Pi sent her this message, her mind exploded with eagerness Yes, yes, yes! As long as it’s safe, I’ll take anything!

The past few days had been a nightmare. Every place she’d seen was either too small, poorly equipped, unhygienic, or unsafe. The endless calls and website scrolling had driven her to the brink of despair.

But Xi Pi was reliable. Shen Weixiao felt completely at ease. She grabbed her suitcase, ready to burn her bridges and take a taxi straight to the address. While contacting the local agent, she mentally lit incense, offering fervent thanks to Xi Pi.

After sending the message, Xi Pi suddenly vanished. All of Shen Weixiao’s messages showed as unread. Fortunately, the agent called back just then, explaining that they needed one more person for the master bedroom, though it meant sharing a bed. After anxious inquiries, Shen Weixiao arranged for the agent to meet her at the entrance.

Hearing there was still a bed available, Shen Weixiao hastily agreed. The floor plan she’d seen earlier had already satisfied her. She quickly confirmed the price details and finalized her movein.

The apartment was far better than Shen Weixiao had imagined—clean, tidy, and warmly decorated with a cozy, inviting atmosphere. It had two bedrooms, a living room, a kitchen, and a bathroom. The second bedroom was occupied by a senior college couple who seemed easy to get along with. After a moment’s thought, she immediately agreed and signed the lease with the agent.

After introducing themselves and exchanging contact information with her roommates, Shen Weixiao began a lengthy phone call with her brother and sisterinlaw that lasted over an hour.

As she prepared to go to bed around 10 PM, Shen Weixiao suddenly realized, Wait, why hasn’t my other roommate shown up yet? Could they have changed their mind halfway here?

The thought sent a shiver down her spine. Without a roommate to share the rent, she couldn’t afford the place alone. Her expression involuntarily twisted into something resembling a driedup loofah gourd.

The time on her phone read 1053 PM. After a moment’s hesitation, Shen Weixiao exited her contacts. The agent deserved their rest too. She decided not to rush things, mentally preparing for the worstcase scenario before finally lying down with a sense of resignation.

After weeks of frantic job hunting and interviews, this was the first time she felt a sense of belonging. Shen Weixiao drifted off to sleep, her dreams a blur. Suddenly, she was jolted awake by the sound of keys jingling in the lock, followed by the soft rumble of a suitcase being wheeled in—just enough to dispel her lingering drowsiness.

The alarm rang just in time. Shen Weixiao squinted at the clock and realized it was already seven. She jolted awake and scrambled out of bed to wash up. As she slipped on one slipper, she saw a young woman with halftied, waterfalllike black hair enter the room, pausing to catch her breath as she dragged a red suitcase.

Hmm… Shen Weixiao stood frozen, still holding the other cotton slipper. The grinning Doraemon on it seemed to mock her discomposure.

Shi Xuan cleared her throat and slowly set down the suitcase. Her slender, pale fingers deftly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, revealing an awkward yet apologetic smile. Sorry, did I wake you?

Perhaps Shen Weixiao’s disheveled appearance from just crawling out of bed was too revealing. Shi Xuan couldn’t help but glance at Shen Weixiao’s wideopen chest before instinctively looking away. Hello, she said. I’m Shi Xuan. We’re roommates now. Let’s get along well.

Shen Weixiao felt a mix of joy and apprehension at having such a beautiful roommate. Shi Xuan’s gentle tone immediately put her at ease. Taking a deep breath, Shen Weixiao flashed a dimpled smile. I’m Shen Weixiao, she replied, the ‘Xiao’ from ‘Spring slumber, unaware of dawn.’

Though the sight of the couple was tempting, Shen Weixiao firmly remembered that she couldn’t be late for her first day of work. She slid out of bed and began her morning routine, moving with fluid efficiency before the couple could wake up. But Shi Xuan’s voice stopped her midmotion as she was tying her apron.

Shen Weixiao paused, her wide eyes blinking twice as she looked uncertainly at the plate of three sandwiches Shi Xuan offered. They’re still warm. Want to try one?

Huh? Is the goddess actually this warm and generous? Or is she just trying to get on my good side? Shen Weixiao’s mind raced. Then she remembered she was unfamiliar with the area and didn’t know where to buy breakfast. Better to accept graciously, right?

Shi Xuan watched Shen Weixiao politely accept the breakfast, thanking her profusely, and secretly smiled with satisfaction.

The morning sun was obscured by dark clouds, making it impossible to guess the time without checking her phone. The commute to work wasn’t long—seven stops, about forty minutes if there was no traffic.

Her heart pounding with excitement, Shen Weixiao listened intently to the bus announcements while eagerly replying to Xi Pi’s messages. Don’t worry! I saw my roommate this morning. She’s a total babe w`. Seems pretty serious, so she should be easy to get along with.

Wife I smell infidelity! Not happy.

Me Sweetheart, get dressed first and let me explain.

The other party vehemently protested, flooding the chat with suggestive images of young girls to assert that Chunxiao belonged solely to her, her sovereignty sacred and inviolable.

Shen Weixiao forced a lewd grin, causing the boy standing beside her to subtly step away. Oblivious, she continued typing.

Me Little Sprite, Hubby’s earning milk money. I’ll flip your card tonight.

Wife Mmm, I want cuddles w

Me My back’s hurting. I took the day off. Cuddles another time.

The other party sent a protesting emoji. Shen Weixiao pursed her lips, her eyes curving into crescent moons. Suddenly, a notification popped up Mu Xinran has invited you to join Lumber Family 302.

It was the roommates’ group chat. Shen Weixiao tapped Accept and was immediately added. Just then, Mu Xinran added another member Wu Bushengxuan.

The group’s purpose was simple to track daily expenses, coordinate cleaning schedules, and foster casual conversation and bonding.

Mu Xinran sent a few brief messages, and the chat fell silent. Shen Weixiao checked the member list and decided it was essential to add Shi Xuan. Just then, the bus arrived at her stop. She quickly pocketed her phone, swiped her card, and hurried off the bus with the crowd, catching the green light just in time.