My Roommate Is a Dirty Talker (GL) - Chapter 12

Shi Xuan’s return had largely enriched Shen Weixiao’s monotonous life, like a perfect cover added to a bland manuscript, suddenly transforming the plain interface into something exquisite and grand.

However, as time passed, Shen Weixiao began to notice aspects of Shi Xuan that displeased her. What had initially seemed novel and intriguing gradually escalated into a disturbance that disrupted her normal rest.

In mid-January, Lao Xue suddenly messaged that she had been assigned to N City for a week and would likely miss the awards ceremony. After discussion, it was decided that Shen Weixiao would attend alone. Following the second rehearsal, she intensified her efforts to familiarize herself with the procedures, knowing the live broadcast was just a week away.

This was a nearly flawless plan. After over two months of training, Shen Weixiao had developed a decent understanding of event planning.

Lao Xue’s sudden absence left her deeply disappointed. Returning home to find Mu Xinran doing her weight-loss exercises only deepened her irritation, and she stormed straight into her room. Shi Xuan usually came home early but always stayed up until two or three in the morning, secretly working on something she wouldn’t reveal.

Shen Weixiao finally finished writing her drafts at eleven o’clock, hastily sketching out the outline for her new novel with only one thought in mind So tired, so tired, so tired.

The bright glow of Shi Xuan’s computer screen cut sharply through the pitch-black night. Shen Weixiao had hinted countless times before, and Shi Xuan had always agreed to turn it down, but now, just as she was about to sleep, the incessant clicking of the mouse and keyboard began again.

Shen Weixiao felt an inexplicable surge of irritation.

Could you dim the screen a little? Shen Weixiao asked, tilting her head slightly. Her voice was hoarse and low, with a hint of impatience in her eyes. I’m tired.

Shi Xuan replied as usual, The resolution will be affected if it’s too dark. I can’t see the true colors.

Shen Weixiao bristled at Shi Xuan’s matter-of-fact tone, but remembering how kind Shi Xuan usually was, she decided to let it go. She gripped the edge of the blanket, rolled over, and resentfully buried her head under the covers, forcing herself to sleep.

Shi Xuan frantically finished recording the voiceover for the final video clip, closed Audacity, and quickly exported the file. She breathed a sigh of relief—just thirty minutes left to add subtitles, and the project would be complete. Phew All this late-night work was worth it.

A smug smile curled Shi Xuan’s lips as she turned around, only to find Shen Weixiao huddled at the edge of the bed, her head buried under the covers, looking utterly annoyed. Shi Xuan glanced at the computer, then back at Shen Weixiao, pursed her lips, and silently dimmed the screen to its lowest setting.

When Shen Weixiao woke up in the morning, Shi Xuan was already gone. The unpleasantness of the previous night had vanished with a night of peaceful sleep.

Me Wife, how’s that thing I asked you to help with a few days ago coming along?

The company’s year-end summary required a promotional video. Shen Weixiao was responsible for coordinating technical support and arranging the filming location. In a moment of desperation, she had turned to Lao Xue.

Lao Xue initially said she was too busy and probably wouldn’t have time.

Shen Weixiao had to plead relentlessly to finally get her to agree. The rest was just following procedure. As for Lao Xue’s final compensation, Shen Weixiao had no idea she simply felt relieved to have Lao Xue’s help, which would make the whole process much easier.

Wuli Lao Xue Link sent to your Penguin.

Shen Weixiao eagerly logged into Penguin. The video was six minutes long. Considering the limited resources available, she hadn’t expected much. But the moment she clicked play, a wave of Hollywood-level grandeur washed over her.

Perfect! Sister Min exclaimed after watching it, immediately grabbing her laptop and rushing into the CEO’s office.

Shen Weixiao was overwhelmed with gratitude for Lao Xue. Lao Xue simply replied with a few perfunctory 嗯 and 哦 before going offline. Sensing something was off, Shen Weixiao quickly asked, Are you exhausted? You seem so listless.

Due to the tight schedule—just three days for the video—and the fact that most external technical staff were part-time, meaning they could only work overtime in the evenings, it had been nearly impossible to find someone suitable to take on the project.

Lao Xue had saved Shen Weixiao from immediate crisis, but she unexpectedly found herself in a new predicament.

Shi Xuan lay in her dormitory, coughing intermittently, her body alternating between chills and fever. The doctor’s prescription inexplicably included licorice tablets, the mere scent of which made her nauseous.

When Shen Weixiao returned home from work and found someone already there, she was surprised. She was usually the first one home. But when she saw Shi Xuan lying in bed, her face flushed and fast asleep, she began to panic.

Is she running a fever? Shen Weixiao leaned closer to Shi Xuan, who was uncharacteristically sprawled under the covers. She reached out to touch her forehead and gasped, Oh my god! She’s burning up! Has she taken any medicine?

Frantically shaking Shi Xuan, Shen Weixiao cried, Shi Xuan, wake up! Don’t sleep! She was terrified that her goddess might be delirious or even unconscious from the fever. At the same time, she swiftly located the medicine on the table, poured water, and prepared to give it to Shi Xuan.

Before Shi Xuan even opened her eyes, she was already on the verge of vomiting. Fortunately, Shen Weixiao reacted quickly, preventing her from getting sick on herself. Shi Xuan looked so miserable that Shen Weixiao almost forgot she was still holding a trash bag filled with vomit. With one arm, she helped Shi Xuan sit up.

Forcing herself to focus, Shi Xuan waved weakly, gesturing for Shen Weixiao to bring her the medicine. She gulped down a glass of water, which seemed to help her recover slightly.

I’m allergic to that medicine, Shi Xuan mumbled, her words slurring slightly. Could you… could you go across the street and get me something else? Her eyes were half-closed, her voice thin and airy, as if a gust of wind could scatter it.

Shen Weixiao grabbed the trash bag and hurried out of the apartment.

There was a pharmacy in the supermarket across the street. Shen Weixiao rushed over, bought fever-reducing medication and a thermometer, and hurried back home. By the time she returned, Shi Xuan had already dragged herself to the sofa, wrapped in a blanket.

Take this first, Shen Weixiao said, frantically sorting the pills. She darted into the kitchen for hot water, only to hear Shi Xuan say, The thermos is right here. I already boiled some.

Faced with a patient who remained so lucid despite her fever, Shen Weixiao couldn’t help but admire her. After watching Shi Xuan swallow the medicine, she said, I got some rubbing alcohol. It’ll help you feel a bit better. Let’s take your temperature first, then I’ll wipe you down.

Shi Xuan nodded, letting Shen Weixiao tie up her long hair and gently dab her forehead with a cotton swab. It was indeed very soothing.

After a sound sleep wrapped in her blanket, she felt much better the next morning. Though her stuffy nose had cleared, her throat was now slightly inflamed, and she ended up taking sick leave for the next two or three days.

During this time, Shen Weixiao came home early every day. When Shi Xuan was almost fully recovered, she leaned back on the sofa and chatted with Shen Weixiao, suddenly apologizing, I’m so sorry for disturbing you at night recently.

Shen Weixiao had almost forgotten about it until Shi Xuan brought it up. You must have gotten sick from working late too often and catching a cold. You really need to take better care of yourself and not push yourself so hard.

Mm, I’ll be more careful, Shi Xuan said, lowering her gaze and smiling. Next time I have urgent work, I’ll go back to my place to work overtime. That way, I won’t bother you at all. You don’t have to worry.

Shen Weixiao met Shi Xuan’s watery eyes, feeling utterly unable to explain herself. I… I didn’t mean it like that…