My Roommate Is a Dirty Talker (GL) - Chapter 4

Shen Weixiao’s burning ears rapidly cooled. Had she heard correctly? Shi Xuan said she liked reading stories on this website?

Oh my god! What kind of world is this?! Shen Weixiao raised her head meaningfully to meet Shi Xuan’s gaze, a nearly lewd grin spreading across her face. Most girls go to Q Station for romance novels. Our site hasn’t even been around for three years. How did you even find out about it?

Shi Xuan analyzed earnestly, The domestic literary website landscape has been reshuffling and consolidating over the past two years, showing a clear trend toward a threeway split of the market. Green Station’s focus on pure romance at this time is a bold move. Even if it doesn’t become a hit right away, building brand recognition is inevitable. In my opinion, daring to sacrifice is the key to ultimate victory, and Green Station has shown remarkable courage in that regard.

Shen Weixiao silently observed Shi Xuan. Her primary motivation for writing was personal enjoyment, and she knew nothing about websites, IDs, or anything of the sort. The girl before her was truly eyeopening.

You know so much about this! Are you an author too? Shen Weixiao relaxed her guard, pulled her chair closer to Shi Xuan, and leaned in to investigate, her eyes shining as she met Shi Xuan’s gaze, her smile widening.

Shi Xuan’s brow twitched slightly, her eyes darting sideways as she chuckled awkwardly. No, not at all. I just have a habit of digging into things. When I read articles, I naturally look into the websites behind them. She paused, then added mischievously, Besides… I could never write those melodramatic… um… BL plots.

The faint, dry laughter lingered in Shen Weixiao’s ears, making the atmosphere feel indescribably strange. She definitely saw what I wrote, Shen Weixiao thought, a sense of mortification rising in her chest. This is too much!

But if the goddess read BL novels, that meant she had a hidden side. Maybe… Shen Weixiao grinned wickedly at her own thoughts. Maybe I could help her explore that side from time to time. Heh heh heh.

Shi Xuan, unnerved by Shen Weixiao’s sinister expression, paused briefly before retreating to the bathroom to dry her hair. If she knew what Shen Weixiao was plotting, she would have laughed until she cried. As fate would have it, Shen Weixiao’s foolish decision would forever brand her with the label of ultimate uke.

The young couples seemed set to spend their weekend traveling. Shi Xuan returned to the room and handed her phone to Shen Weixiao. In the group chat, Qun Lixinxinran had been typing furiously, proposing a trip to the neighboring city. Shen Weixiao blinked, admitting she didn’t quite understand the world of young couples, and casually replied with OK using Shi Xuan’s account.

Aren’t you going to wash up? It’s already past nine, Shi Xuan said, turning her head to remind Shen Weixiao as she opened her laptop. Hurry up so we can rest early. I’ll take you out tomorrow to explore.

Shen Weixiao stood up, but seeing Shi Xuan’s enthusiastic expression, she still pouted, unimpressed. Go out? How boring. I’m too lazy for that. I’d rather stay home and write or watch videos. Then, with a genuine smile, she added, I’ll go shopping with you next time, though. I need to stockpile chapters this week, or I’ll run out of content.

So, you’re not going to North Courtyard Lane?

Shi Xuan casually logged into her QQ account, flicking away a stray strand of hair. Her peripheral vision caught Shen Weixiao’s drooling expression. West Sheep City’s offal soup, Lao Li’s soup dumplings on Middle Street, spicy and sour noodles on Qin Jiu Street… I heard North Fifth Lane even has a snack street—a combination of Guang’an Gate and Muslim Street.

Shi Xuan sighed regretfully. Then I’ll just pack my things tomorrow and bring them over. I won’t go either.

Go! Go! Go! Who said you’re not going?!

Shen Weixiao suddenly popped up behind Shi Xuan, startling her so badly that her hand jerked violently on the mouse. Shi Xuan turned to see Shen Weixiao’s eyes shining brightly, her words sounding like she was swallowing her saliva, her excitement so intense it seemed she wanted to devour Shi Xuan whole.

Shi Xuan instinctively scooted away. Shen Weixiao, unable to contain herself, began gesticulating wildly as she recounted her past culinary adventures, as if opening the door to a new world for Shi Xuan—a living, breathing Taste of China. Her hands and feet moved in tandem as she spoke, her rapturous expression making Shi Xuan couldn’t help but feel drawn in.

Though Shi Xuan knew Shen Weixiao was a diehard foodie, she hadn’t expected this level of fervor. Smiling, she took a sip of plain water and patiently listened as Shen Weixiao explained how to steam, roast, and glaze a fish to perfection. When she described pouring sizzling hot chili oil over the tender, roasted fish, the pungent, savory aroma seeping into the flesh with a sizzle, Shen Weixiao suddenly remembered something crucial and dashed to the computer.

Shi Xuan glanced at the screen, puzzled. It turned out to be a food review for a lamb barbecue restaurant. She chuckled softly, watching Shen Weixiao’s fingers fly across the keyboard. Suddenly, she found Shen Weixiao even more endearing when she was focused than when she was being mischievous.

The clock’s hour hand had already struck ten. Shi Xuan slowly returned to the bedside, pulling back her blanket. She suddenly frowned. Weixiao, can I sleep on the outside?

Shen Weixiao froze, her mind still tangled over Shi Xuan’s earlier nickname. She completely ignored the question and turned back, her expression puzzled. What did you just call me?

She remembered that only Xi Pi had ever called her that before. Unexpectedly sensitive, she grew flustered. Shi Xuan calmly replied, Ah Xiao! Noticing Shen Weixiao’s suspicion, she added, You don’t like that nickname? I grew up in the South, where we often use ‘Ah’ when addressing people. If you prefer, I can call you Weixiao from now on.

So that’s how it is, Shen Weixiao thought, suddenly recalling a joke she’d seen online. As her initial surprise subsided, a faint sense of disappointment crept in. She quickly smiled and said, No, no, I actually really like the nickname! It’s just that only one person has ever called me that before, so hearing you say it was quite a pleasant surprise.

Mm, good to hear you like it, Shi Xuan replied, her lips curving slightly upward. Then I’ll sleep on the outer side. I wake up early, and I wouldn’t want to disturb you if I slept closer to the wall.

Only then did Shen Weixiao fully register Shi Xuan’s words. She waved her hand dismissively. Sure, sure! Just give me a moment to check something online, and then we can make the beds together. With that, she fixed her gaze on the Green Station’s backend, hastily opening a new draft titled My Master Refuses Disciples.

But it seemed Green Station was acting up again.

Shen Weixiao refreshed the page—captcha error. Refreshed again—captcha error. After four or five frustrating attempts, the post finally went through. She let out a long sigh of relief and leaned back in her chair, finally satisfied.

Hey, are you missing a cover image here?

Shen Weixiao had grown immune to Shi Xuan’s sudden appearances behind her. Without even turning around, she replied, Yeah, I haven’t asked the art shop yet. My Old Article is almost finished, so I need to get a cover up first.

Shi Xuan confidently declared, I can handle that for you. Five minutes, and you’ll have a unique cover that won’t clash with anything on the charts!

Wow, having a multitalented roommate is amazing!

Shen Weixiao mentally nudged Shi Xuan affectionately. Her gaze suddenly froze on the backend page, and her smile vanished.

Holy sh1t! What the hell is this?!

Intrigued by Shen Weixiao’s outburst, Shi Xuan leaned over to look. The Green Station’s backend management page showed Shen Weixiao’s two completed articles at the top, followed by her ongoing series, and then…

Oh my god! What a mess!

Shi Xuan was clearly stunned by the chaotic scene.