My Roommate Is a Dirty Talker (GL) - Chapter 13

Shi Xuan’s aura was like a gentle spring breeze, yet Shen Weixiao couldn’t help but feel she was being a bit distant. Seeing Shi Xuan’s pale, wan face, Shen Weixiao’s nose stung and her eyes welled up. Have you eaten? I’ll order some porridge for you, she offered, remembering how Shi Xuan had cared for her during her own illness. Shen Weixiao tried to mimic her goddess’s nurturing manner.

Oh? Shi Xuan’s eyes turned slightly cool as she accepted the medicine. You go ahead and do your thing, she said calmly. I’ve already ordered takeout.

Shen Weixiao had always sensed Shi Xuan’s exceptional independence, but she hadn’t realized just how resilient she was. Hiding her guilt, Shen Weixiao sat beside Shi Xuan and, as if chatting with family, said, When I was sick, my sister-in-law always took care of me. If you keep pulling all-nighters, your body will definitely give out. I can help you a little this time, but what will you do next time when you’re alone?

Shi Xuan had words she wanted to say, but they caught in her throat. After a long pause, she simply nodded, her voice hoarse but her gaze slowly sharpening. Actually, I rarely get sick. It’s just been a bit hectic lately.

Even when you’re busy, you can’t work day and night! Shen Weixiao exclaimed, jumping to her feet and pacing as she brainstormed. You’re a girl! Your boss is being so heartless! If it’s really that bad, you should find another job—at least one that guarantees you proper rest!

Shi Xuan smiled faintly, her pale face making Shen Weixiao’s heart ache. Shen Weixiao softened her tone slightly, then suddenly knelt before Shi Xuan, tilting her head up with a confident grin. Girls like you should be cherished and pampered, not working this hard!

Shi Xuan’s heart fluttered faintly. Her gaze drifted to Shen Weixiao’s profile, the soft curves partially obscured by wisps of hair. Her fair skin glowed with a gentle radiance under the lamplight, and the delicate rise and fall of her collarbones resembled willow branches swaying in the breeze, awaiting the arrival of a sparrow.

I was wrong last night too, Shen Weixiao admitted after a moment’s thought, settling back onto the sofa. She paused, organizing her thoughts before continuing, I was in a bad mood and didn’t consider how the sound of your mouse might be bothering you. She paused again, then mused, If only I could help you, you wouldn’t have to work so hard. You must have gone to bed very late that night, right?

Shi Xuan shook her head. Shen Weixiao was always like this—once she calmed down, she would take all the blame upon herself. It was clearly me who woke you up with my noise. You didn’t do anything wrong. But if you want to learn something, I can teach you. They’re all really interesting.

Shen Weixiao exclaimed excitedly, Really? But when Shi Xuan coughed, her expression turned anxious again, regretting having kept her talking for so long. Just as she was thinking about the food delivery arriving, Shen Weixiao took the meal and turned around to find Shi Xuan smiling at her. The gaze made her feel so flustered she almost forgot how to walk. She shuffled closer and asked awkwardly, Why were you… looking at me like that just now?

Shi Xuan reached out to pat Shen Weixiao’s hair, then took the food container with a meaningful smile. Xiao really likes Daxiong, doesn’t she?

Shen Weixiao tugged at the corner of her pajamas, a faint longing in her eyes. She giggled, Daxiong and I are a lot alike. Plus, he has Doraemon. I’m waiting for my own Doraemon too.

Hmm, Doraemon, huh? Shi Xuan gazed at Shen Weixiao with a gentle smile. You’ll get one, she said softly.

After finishing her meal, Shi Xuan took a short walk before crawling into bed. It was the first time Shen Weixiao had gone to sleep after Shi Xuan. Lying perfectly still on her back, face up, legs pressed together, and hands resting on her stomach, Shi Xuan slept with textbook-perfect posture. Her stuffy nose from the cold caused occasional sniffling, and when she coughed, she instinctively tucked her chin down.

Around nine o’clock, the young couple from the neighboring room returned, their voices booming as they discussed the plot of a new movie. Shen Weixiao closed the door and gestured for them to quiet down, which they promptly did. Wang Qiao, who rarely spoke to Shen Weixiao, simply nodded in greeting before heading into his room. Mu Xinran lingered in the living room, chatting with Shen Weixiao for a few minutes before glancing at Shi Xuan’s room and whispering, Is she already asleep?

Yeah, Shen Weixiao replied softly. She has a slight fever.

A fever? Mu Xinran’s voice rose slightly in surprise. She nodded abruptly. The flu’s been going around lately. You should be careful too. After a moment’s hesitation, she asked, Isn’t her name Shi Xuan? She seems so aloof. I haven’t even spoken to her yet. How is it sharing a room with her? If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask.

Huh? You’ve never spoken to her? Shen Weixiao looked at Mu Xinran in surprise. She seems pretty approachable, not at all aloof. Seeing Mu Xinran’s skeptical expression, she quickly added, We’re all living under the same roof, so we should look out for each other. You two should get some rest. I’m going to take a shower.

Mu Xinran didn’t reply. She leaned back on the sofa, watched TV for a while, and then went to her room. By the time Shen Weixiao finished her shower, it was almost 1030 PM. Her wet hair draped over her shoulders, the room still warm. She sat down at her computer, her gaze sweeping over Shi Xuan’s sleeping form. She tiptoed over and turned off the light.

After years of writing, touch-typing was second nature to her.

Shen Weixiao used to enjoy writing late at night, but her current job had made it difficult to stay up. Tonight, however, she felt surprisingly alert, so she decided to outline her new novel. Xianxia stories had been trending for years, leading to inevitable overlaps in themes and tropes. My Master Refuses to Take Disciples was a fresh concept she’d conceived—a classic master-disciple story, but with an unconventional pairing a persistent, clingy disciple and a fickle, unreliable master. As for the demon realm, Lan Chi, the blue-tailed fox spirit, was the most adorable. The first essential element was spiritual energy.

The main plotline of the outline slowly took shape, resembling the skeletal framework of a dragon. Shen Weixiao loved this structure and had no intention of granting the female leads any significant golden fingers. From the very beginning, she planned for a relentless, genuine pursuit, but to avoid clichés, she also explored various narrative directions.

After finalizing the main characters’ profiles, Shen Weixiao couldn’t help but yawn repeatedly. She finally turned off her phone and crawled back into bed.

Shi Xuan was sleeping deeply, her breathing heavy. Afraid of disturbing her, Shen Weixiao carefully climbed over her, pulled back the covers, and settled in with a sigh of relief. Considering it, they had only known each other for less than a month, yet Shen Weixiao always felt a strange sense of familiarity around Shi Xuan. It was indescribable—mysterious and uniquely comforting.