My Roommate Is a Dirty Talker (GL) - Chapter 5

Legend has it that Sun Wukong possessed seventytwo transformations, but Green Station boasts three hundred and sixty draws.

This was Shen Weixiao’s final Weibo post on Friday night, accompanied by a screenshot so shocking it would move heaven and earth. As expected, it drew a massive swarm of writer friends to the comments section, clamoring in condemnation. What should have been a tragic event was instead transformed into a Green Station promotion—a buy one, get four free official paradise—thanks to this group of friends with pentup humor and nowhere to vent it.

Who knew Green Station’s gacha system had reached such depths? Shen Weixiao, who loathed unfinished projects, had suddenly found her new story burdened with five or six additional plot threads. She was on the verge of a complete meltdown, okay?

Shi Xuan leaned against the bed, engrossed in a book on graphic design. Suddenly, she felt the bed shaking slightly. Puzzled, she checked every direction—front, back, left, right—before turning to discover the culprit Shen Weixiao, tightly wrapped in her blanket, stifling her laughter. A faint smile touched Shi Xuan’s lips as she reached out and tugged at the corner of Shen Weixiao’s blanket.

Shen Weixiao was laughing so hard at the jokes that her stomach hurt. Realizing she might have woken Shi Xuan, she frantically waved her hand, forcing herself to sit up and lean over, gasping between giggles, I’m so sorry… did I wake you? I just couldn’t help it, it’s killing me! Without waiting for Shi Xuan’s reaction, she held up her phone and pointed to several long reviews for her to read.

Shi Xuan chuckled through a few paragraphs, her eyes crinkling with amusement. The initial confusion faded as she instinctively patted Shen Weixiao’s head, smiling, Good thing your editor already fixed the issue. Otherwise, I doubt you’d be laughing so hard. By the way, put it away and go to sleep soon. Staying up late isn’t good for you. With that, she bookmarked her page, closed her book, and set it aside.

Clutching her stomach, Shen Weixiao nodded obediently, switched off her phone, and snuggled back into the covers.

Around 230 a.m., Shen Weixiao was jolted awake by sudden discomfort. She had been lying stiffly all night, afraid an awkward position might disturb Shi Xuan. To her surprise, her period had arrived three days early, striking in the middle of the night. After using the bathroom, she found it even harder to sleep, tossing and turning in restless discomfort.

Remembering how her periods had never been painful in high school, Shen Weixiao’s heart ached with unbearable bitterness. The sensation in her abdomen felt like a pair of hands wringing out laundry, twisting her intestines into knots and kneading them relentlessly. She instinctively curled into a tight ball, pressing her knees against her stomach in a futile attempt to alleviate the pain. Unexpectedly, her restless movements woke Shi Xuan.

Shi Xuan switched on the light and was startled to see Shen Weixiao huddled in a corner, clutching her blanket, her face pale with agony.

Embarrassed, Shen Weixiao pursed her lips, wanting to apologize, but Shi Xuan had already leaped out of bed like a whirlwind, dashing out of the room without even putting on shoes. Despite her own misery, Shen Weixiao was stunned by this sudden act from her goddesslike roommate. She forced herself to sit up, propping herself against the pillows, hunching over, and craning her neck to peer outside. Soon, a flurry of clattering sounds erupted from the kitchen. Realizing what Shi Xuan was likely doing, Shen Weixiao froze in disbelief for a long moment.

To Shi Xuan, I’m just a roommate, she thought. Why would she be so kind to me?

Waves of pain washed over Shen Weixiao, leaving her no room for thought. She furrowed her brow, curled into a ball, and squatted in the corner, her mind a hazy blur. She felt a sudden urge to use the bathroom. After a brief pause, she slowly got up, grabbed a sanitary pad, and shuffled to the bathroom. But as soon as she lifted the toilet seat, a wave of nausea surged up her throat, and she vomited up everything she’d eaten that afternoon.

Hearing the commotion from the bathroom, Shi Xuan hurriedly put down her bowl and rushed to the door, knocking anxiously. What’s wrong? Did you throw up?

Shen Weixiao flushed the toilet, tidied herself up, and glanced at her reflection in the mirror. Her face, pale in the dim light, looked gaunt and barely human. She moved her lips, tasting a bitter tang on her tongue. Shaking her head, she rinsed her mouth before slowly opening the door. I’m fine, she mumbled weakly. It’s just my usual problem. You should go back to sleep. I’ll just sit out here for a while.

Stubborn as ever! Shi Xuan thought, inwardly exasperated. Ignoring Shen Weixiao’s protests, she marched into the kitchen and soon emerged with a bowl of ginger and brown sugar water. Shen Weixiao’s gaze fell on the plump red dates floating on top, and a warmth spread through her chest, her eyes suddenly moist. When her eyes met Shi Xuan’s, she saw an unwavering expression of concern. Without another word, she obediently accepted the bowl, murmuring a choked Thank you. The sound tugged at Shi Xuan’s heart like a cat’s claw.

Shen Weixiao took a sip of the stillhot concoction. She was about to set it aside to cool when Shi Xuan said, It’s most effective when drunk hot.

Shi Xuan watched Shen Weixiao intently, fearing she might try to avoid drinking it by making excuses. To her surprise, Shen Weixiao drained the bowl completely. Before she could even wipe her mouth, Shi Xuan had already brought out another bowl. Hmm… Though it tasted awful, her sisterinlaw had said it was very effective for menstrual cramps, and it was personally brewed by her goddess. Drink up.

Whether it was psychological or not, after two bowls, Shen Weixiao actually felt a warm sensation in her abdomen, as if it were easing slightly. She straightened up from her slumped position on the sofa, ready to express her gratitude, when she suddenly saw Shi Xuan calmly place the empty bowl on the nearby coffee table. Shi Xuan then turned and went into the kitchen, emerging moments later with a large glass, filled to a depth of about two fingers with liquid. As she approached, she carried the glass like a sacred treasure, her expression tense and almost solemn.

Shen Weixiao’s escape attempt failed. Staring at the massive glass of liquid, she nearly begged for mercy. But Shi Xuan pressed a hand on Shen Weixiao’s shoulder, gently reassuring her, Drink this, and you’ll sleep soundly. Be good.

Really? Shen Weixiao, who had barely regained some strength, looked skeptically at Shi Xuan, who was leaning over and staring at her. Halfbelieving, she drank the liquid, licked her lips, and suddenly collapsed onto Shi Xuan’s shoulder, pausing before murmuring a cheesy thank you.

You must have been running around too much lately, under too much stress, and not paying attention to your diet. That’s why you feel so unwell, Shi Xuan said, patting Shen Weixiao’s shoulder like an elder sister. She stood up to clear the bowl and cup, rinsing them in the sink while continuing, When I used to have stomach cramps, I’d make this for myself, and it really helped. Oh, and my aunt said it can also ease menstrual pain. Still, I think you should focus on eating healthier and getting more exercise regularly.

Shen Weixiao nodded gratefully. After sitting for a while, she felt her stomach much more comfortable. Noticing it was almost four o’clock, she urged Shi Xuan to go to bed. The next morning, waking up felt like a dream. Apart from a lingering bloating in her stomach, everything else felt normal.

Looking around, Shen Weixiao couldn’t find Shi Xuan anywhere. The curtains were wide open, revealing a clear blue sky outside. When she walked to the window, she realized it had snowed heavily overnight. The wind whipped snow off the opposite buildings, sending it swirling through the air like ethereal white clouds. A cold draft seeped through the window cracks, making her shiver.

You’re awake? Shi Xuan said, untying a bag as she entered. I just went downstairs to get some soup dumplings and congee. I brought you a portion too—it’s not much, but you must be starving.

Shen Weixiao, flattered by the gesture, hurried over and glanced at the breakfast laid out. Thank you so much, she said with a smile. I’m really sorry to trouble you. Spotting the receipt in the bag, she reached for her phone to send Shi Xuan a red envelope, only to realize she hadn’t added her on WeChat yet. Let me add you on WeChat, she said with a laugh. Just accept the request.