My Roommate Is a Dirty Talker (GL) - Chapter 7

For Shi Xuan, Shen Weixiao’s presence was like a warm sun, appearing during her most painful and lonely times and steadfastly accompanying her through the most difficult year.

She knew better than anyone that beneath Shen Weixiao’s seemingly naive exterior lay an exceptionally sensitive heart, one that still carried a deep, unhealed wound.

The incident occurred during Shen Weixiao’s junior year, second semester. That day, instead of her usual punctual updates, Shen Weixiao suddenly sent Shi Xuan several pages of tearful voice messages, then went completely silent.

Shi Xuan only dared to listen to the first message before stopping. After hesitating for a long time, she ran to the author’s Weibo page to investigate, then, without consulting Shen Weixiao, logged into her own Weibo account and tagged the author

Lao Xue Fei Tan Fei Zhan, do you have any evidence to support your claim that author Chunmian Bujuexiao plagiarized your work? If not, please instruct your book fans to immediately cease their verbal attacks against the author. Thank you.

For four agonizing days, Shen Weixiao dared not log onto Weibo. Even with her eyes closed, the platform’s relentless stream of accusations and insults—directed at her character and her work—haunted her. This is my story, she thought, so why are they calling me a plagiarist? Tears of injustice streamed down her face, tracing a cold path from the corners of her eyes to the pit of her heart, growing more intense with each passing moment.

The incessant buzzing of her phone only deepened her fear.

In the midst of this crisis, she didn’t know who to turn to. Her roommates sensed her distress but dared not ask what was wrong.

As Shen Weixiao calmed down, she realized that crying wouldn’t solve anything. Just as she resolved to confront the situation headon and gather evidence to prove her innocence, she discovered that someone had already done it for her.

Lao Xue had not only created a detailed color palette comparison between Shen Weixiao’s work and the original text but had also meticulously analyzed the outlines, chapter summaries, and the contested passage from Shen Weixiao’s published story. This comprehensive rebuttal was widely shared by her bestie and many unfamiliar authors, gradually spreading encouraging messages across Weibo and online forums. The earlier accusations and insults slowly faded away.

Before Shen Weixiao could even react, she found herself basking in the warm afterglow of the storm’s passing. The original author later issued a clarifying statement on Weibo, acknowledging that Shen Weixiao had merely been a fledgling newcomer to Green Station at the time. With the truth revealed, the controversy finally subsided.

Afterward, Lao Xue analyzed the situation and discovered that the author had merely stumbled upon a similar plot outline as Shen Weixiao. However, meddlesome readers had seized on the coincidence, eager to champion Shen Weixiao’s cause, sparking a minor online skirmish.

Yet Shen Weixiao stubbornly refused to continue updating her story. Despite pleas from her bestie and readers, she refused to post it on Green Station. Instead, just as the story was about to be published, she deleted all her works.

Since that incident, Shen Weixiao had never spoken of it again, nor had she written another romance novel. Overnight, everything seemed to have changed, and she and Lao Xue had become inseparable bestie Xi Pi.

Only Lao Xue knew the true reason Shen Weixiao refused to revisit the incident. That story was the most tender part of Shen Weixiao’s heart—350,000 words, each meticulously crafted and polished countless times. Though not a trendy genre, every scene had been torn raw from her soul.

Many urged Shen Weixiao to submit her work for publication, but she always refused.

How could I allow my story to bear the marks of another’s hand?

Shi Xuan still remembered the unwavering conviction in Shen Weixiao’s voice back then.

Nearly a year had passed. Shen Weixiao had become a darling of the pure romance community, her column now devoid of any traces of romance or sorrow. Everyone seemed to have forgotten in the passage of time, as if she herself had truly forgotten.

iWuli Lao Xue I’m sorry. Will you blame me?i

Shen Weixiao felt something soft collapse within her heart. Tears suddenly fell onto the back of her hand. The video continued to play, each frame a searing pain. Finally, the most prominent line of subtitles displayed her name, the two characters piercing her eyes like needles.

In this world, if anyone could understand her, it would undoubtedly be Lao Xue.

After sobbing quietly for a while, Shen Weixiao quickly wiped away her tears and sent Lao Xue a formal thank you. Then she typed a long message, deleted part of it, added over a hundred more words, paused, and deleted another section.

A few minutes later, Shen Weixiao scratched her head in frustration, sighed at Lao Xue’s grayedout profile picture, then suddenly smiled faintly. She tossed aside her mouse and burrowed under the covers as if nothing had happened.

Shi Xuan returned home and put the groceries in the refrigerator. After setting down her things, she pushed open the door to find the table in complete disarray. The breakfast dishes and takeout plastic bags from the morning hadn’t been cleared away. Shen Weixiao’s laptop was wide open, but Shen Weixiao herself was wrapped tightly in the quilt, sprawled across the bed, snoring loudly.

Shi Xuan poured herself a glass of water. As she set the glass down, it bumped the mouse, and the laptop screen suddenly lit up, revealing a long, cheesy, and sentimental confession in the chat window. Shi Xuan glanced at it just as she heard Shen Weixiao roll over, now lying face down across the entire bed.

Shi Xuan approached the bedside, gazing at Shen Weixiao’s small ear peeking out from her messy hair. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. With an indulgent sigh, she casually pulled up the corner of the quilt to cover Shen Weixiao’s exposed bottom.

Still lost in her dream, Shen Weixiao suddenly felt something like hands moving across her butt. She jerked awake, grabbing the offending hand and opening her eyes. She saw Shi Xuan staring at her with wide, watery eyes, while Shen Weixiao’s hand was clamped firmly on her butt.

After an unknown stretch of silence, Shi Xuan was the first to withdraw her hand, casually remarking, I was just tucking you in. Why are you such a light sleeper? She peered closer and added, Why are your eyes so swollen?

Eyes? Shen Weixiao touched her cheek and suddenly sat up in bed, stammering, Oh, uh… probably because I slept too much. That’s why they’re swollen. By the way, didn’t you say you wouldn’t be back tonight? What changed?

Shi Xuan pointed to a large gift box beside the wardrobe. My package arrived, so I came back to pick it up. I need it tonight.

Shen Weixiao forced a casual glance at the box, then smiled brightly. Oh, is that a formal dress? I recognize the brand—it’s so expensive!

Mm, it is. I need it for the company’s yearend gala in a few days, Shi Xuan replied nonchalantly, quickly putting the dress away. She then gestured to the table with a smile. You haven’t cleaned up your breakfast yet. You lazy thing.

Shen Weixiao chuckled sheepishly and hurried out of bed to clear the table and tidy up. Spotting the computer, she suddenly remembered something, slammed the lid shut, glanced around the room with satisfaction, and headed into the kitchen.