My Roommate Is a Dirty Talker (GL) - Chapter 45

The last few days at work were just going through the motions. Shen Weixiao occasionally checked Weibo and Green Station, noticing subtle but unmistakable signs that the negative trend against her was finally reversing.

Just as Shen Weixiao received notice from her company, anticipating a triumphant return home with a heart full of joy, she received a new assignment from Sister Min she and Ling Qing were to be in charge of organizing a team-building event in early March, involving the entire branch office.

This was Shen Weixiao’s first time truly planning something, and she felt both thrilled and terrified.

Carrying this important task, Shen Weixiao finally went home for the holidays.

Shen Weixiao’s home in G City was conveniently located just a three- or four-hour bus ride from Loxin Road in B City.

However, she stubbornly used the excuse of writing her thesis to delay her return until January 28th, the day before Lunar New Year’s Eve.

With March fast approaching, Shen Weixiao was genuinely anxious. Fortunately, she had already reviewed a substantial amount of literature for her thesis, making the compilation process relatively straightforward. Still, drafting the initial proposal took an entire day. Only after submitting it to the academic committee representative did she finally collapse into a nap at home.

Since Mu Xinran usually left around noon and returned by nine in the evening, Shen Weixiao spent her days at home without makeup, lounging around in her pajamas.

At five in the afternoon, Shen Weixiao, starving and still dizzy from washing her hair, stumbled out of the bathroom only to find Shi Xuan standing before her, carrying two bags of groceries. Her eyes barely open, Shen Weixiao’s legs went weak, nearly causing her to crash into the doorframe. After a moment of delayed reaction, she stared at Shi Xuan with a bewildered expression, opened her mouth to speak, then abruptly turned and locked herself back in the bathroom.

Shi Xuan frowned, surveying the room. Shen Weixiao’s phone lay abandoned on the sofa, an unopened cup of instant noodles sat on the coffee table alongside two empty snack boxes, and the trash can overflowed with snack wrappers. Even the fruit bag Shi Xuan had specially restocked before coming home was nearly empty.

Ahem, Shi Xuan cleared her throat, reluctantly entered the kitchen, and peered at the bathroom door, where Shen Weixiao’s silhouette flickered behind the frosted glass. If you don’t come out now, I’m kicking the door down.

Shen Weixiao hugged herself tightly, her breath catching in her throat. She wiped the steam from the mirror, revealing her flushed, youthful face, and finally exhaled in relief. Glancing down at her outfit—a knee-length, oversized gray long-sleeved shirt she’d thrown on since no one else was home—she realized she hadn’t even bothered with a bra when she went into the bathroom. She shifted her legs, suddenly gripped by an inexplicable fear.

Shen Weixiao relaxed a bit, tugged at her collar, and rolled her eyes at the ceiling light, remembering how Shi Xuan had once bullied her in the bathroom.

But today she looked so disheveled, not at all pretty, her appearance completely ruined.

She recalled a drama where Lady Ling’s face was scarred. Rather than lose the Emperor Hanyuan’s favor, she refused to ever see him again, fearing that her fading beauty would lead to waning affection. Should she, too, wait until her messy hair dried before venturing out, to preserve her goddess-like image?

If you keep overthinking, I’m coming in, Shi Xuan warned, pushing the door. Huh? Locked.

Shi Xuan waited by the door for a long moment before Shen Weixiao awkwardly peeked half her face through the crack. Seeing Shi Xuan, she recoiled as if she’d seen a ghost.

Why are you hiding in there instead of coming back to the room? Shi Xuan grabbed Shen Weixiao and dragged her inside. Noticing her odd gait, Shi Xuan’s gaze traveled from Shen Weixiao’s toes to her chest, then up to her head. Suddenly, as if she’d uncovered a major secret, Shi Xuan calmly stated, You’re not wearing panties or a bra.

Shen Weixiao forced an embarrassed smile and hastily tugged at her collar again. But then Shi Xuan’s grip tightened, and with a sudden, forceful yank, she dragged Shen Weixiao toward the door.

Ah—!

Shen Weixiao huddled in the corner of the bed, clutching her blanket and bracing herself for Shi Xuan’s wrath.

Shi Xuan stared in shock at the crimson stain on the bedsheet, pointing at Shen Weixiao and demanding, Whose is this?

Mine, Shen Weixiao replied, her eyes pleading. I slept with the blanket over my head last night, and I woke up with a nosebleed this morning.

Huh? A nosebleed? Shi Xuan scrutinized Shen Weixiao’s innocent face, her expression skeptical. Are you sure it’s not your period?

Does period bl00d come out of your nose? Ugh, gross.

Clutching the blanket, Shen Weixiao knelt before Shi Xuan, begging, Sister I’ll wash the sheets right away! Right now! With that, she scrambled off the bed, grabbed her clothes, and bolted toward the bathroom. Shi Xuan’s hand shot out, seizing her wrist. You didn’t even take the sheets, she glared. What are you going to wash?

Aaaah, I’m going to cry! Shen Weixiao clutched her collar, her heart pounding. Though Shi Xuan’s words were harsh, her hand continued to probe downward. Having skipped meals all day, Shen Weixiao couldn’t withstand the torment. Sister, I’m sorry! Do whatever you want, just let me get dressed first, okay?

Oh, Shi Xuan nodded hesitantly. Alright. She turned, lifted the bedsheet, and muttered, Since there’s no auntie, we’ll just kneel outside and wash this. She reached out to gently touch the trembling Shen Weixiao, pinching her cheek affectionately. I’ll make you something delicious to help you recover. We’ll talk more tonight.

The two girls hurried out, carrying the soiled bedsheet. Shen Weixiao clutched her underwear, while Shi Xuan followed quietly behind.

Just then, Mu Xinran suddenly entered, carrying several gift boxes and locking the door behind her. Her eyes widened in surprise at the sight of Shi Xuan, but her gaze quickly shifted to Shen Weixiao’s disheveled appearance—no underwear, hair in disarray, clutching the bedsheet… and, upon closer inspection, faint bloodstains.

A million grass mud horses stampeded through Mu Xinran’s mind, but she merely flushed slightly, lowered her head, and hurried inside.

Shen Weixiao hadn’t felt particularly embarrassed earlier, but when she caught sight of her disheveled reflection in the mirror, she suddenly understood Mu Xinran’s b1tch-slapped-a-dog expression. Should I explain? No, no explanation… Ah, whatever. It’s not a big deal.

The generous and kind white angel comforted Shen Weixiao, but the cruel and heartless devil reminded her, What was Mu Xinran thinking just now? Anyone would misunderstand seeing you two like that, especially someone with experience like her. Heh heh heh.

Shen Weixiao stopped, picked up the laundry detergent and brush, and slowly began scrubbing the bloodstains while quietly pondering Why panic? Why get flustered? We’re a couple, after all. Even if Mu Xinran finds out, so what? My cousin knows too. Hmph, I’m not scared, not at all. She pressed harder with the brush, and suddenly something sharp grazed her fingertip.

Ouch! Shen Weixiao hissed. Shi Xuan, her hands still wet from the kitchen, poked her head out and saw Shen Weixiao staring blankly at her bleeding hand. Instantly, she grew angry. Idiot! she snapped, grabbing a tissue to wipe Shen Weixiao’s hand dry before bandaging it. Stay here. Just soak the sheets for now and throw them in the washing machine later.

Shen Weixiao obediently sat on the sofa, her heart swelling with warmth. Shi Xuan carried the basin aside, examined the brush, and immediately frowned again. From now on, just buy a new brush when this one breaks. Using wire to fix it is bound to cause scratches.

Mu Xinran awkwardly peeked her head out. That brush is mine.