My Roommate Is a Dirty Talker (GL) - Chapter 9

In reality, Lao Xue had always been known for her aloofness. This was the first time she had ever interacted so openly and flirtatiously with Shen Weixiao on Weibo. Puzzled, Shen Weixiao stroked her chin and continued typing Though I have a harem of three thousand, I only desire one! So don’t be mad, Wife, my heart has always belonged to you

Just as she finished typing, her phone vibrated violently. Shen Weixiao tapped open the notification bar and saw Shi Xuan’s name. A sudden, almost urgent desire to open the message surged through her. Her finger hovered over the screen, her mind exploding with a silent shout Holy sh1t! Am I really getting bent? Why am I so obsessed with this roommate?!

The notification bar vibrated again, insistent. Shen Weixiao opened the three messages. They were all from Shi Xuan, reminding her to drink the gingerbrown sugar tea and eat the dumplings and fruit she had bought yesterday, under the guise of they’ll go bad if you don’t.

Because Shi Xuan wouldn’t be home for the next three days.

Shen Weixiao felt a sudden pang of loneliness. Lao Xue’s group must have started rehearsals, she thought, realizing how long it had been since she’d heard from them. Glancing out the window at the deepening twilight, she hesitated before grabbing her bulky black cottonpadded coat and wrapping a thick woolen scarf tightly around her head. She was going out to find something to eat.

After all, a weekend alone was destined to be spent at home.

During her period, Shen Weixiao was particularly cautious about her diet. Still unfamiliar with the area, she habitually opened her phone to scan for nearby restaurants. After scrolling through the options several times, she decided on a congee shop known for its health benefits.

A twostop bus ride brought her to the south entrance of Loxin Road, where the congee shop claimed to be a centuryold establishment.

Stepping inside, Shen Weixiao saw nothing that suggested such a long history—just a bustling crowd.

The servers were overwhelmed, and some impatient customers were already grabbing menus from the counter themselves. Shen Weixiao headed straight to the second floor, which proved much quieter and warmer than the chaotic first floor. After enjoying a nourishing bowl of multigrain congee, she sent a quick text to her family to let them know she was safe before getting up to leave.

There were many supermarkets nearby, but Shen Weixiao had virtually no cooking skills. A typical northern girl, she could occasionally manage some noodles, but when it came to actual dishes, the thought was simply unthinkable.

So, no matter how fresh and tempting the vegetables looked, Shen Weixiao completely ignored them. She casually grabbed a few packs of instant noodles and some bread, then raided the snack aisle before heading downstairs.

As she rode the elevator down, Shen Weixiao made a mental plan bread for breakfast this weekend, takeout for lunch, Shi Xuan’s dumplings for dinner tomorrow, and a few days of junk food to satisfy her cravings once her period ended. The instant noodles could be saved for a lazy weekend next week.

Lost in her thoughts, she spotted a brightly colored, steaminghot batch of candied hawthorns right by the main entrance. The stillliquid sugar dripped from the sesame seeds, hanging in midair from a fully loaded skewer.

It was utterly irresistible! These were Shen Weixiao’s absolute favorite—her number one obsession, with no close second!

Returning home, satisfied and laden with treats, Shen Weixiao found it was snowing again. Large, feathery flakes swirled through the air like the fringe of a dancer’s skirt. The night was hazy, and the streetlights cast a warm, amber glow. Shen Weixiao stopped at the entrance to her residential complex, squinting at the long line of cars ahead. Without hesitation, she pulled out her phone and snapped a photo.

While many people keep diaries, Shen Weixiao preferred to piece together her memories with images. Almost every day, she would take a photo and add a few lines of text—sometimes simple and clear, sometimes profound, and sometimes so cryptic that even she herself would later struggle to recall what she had been complaining about. These snapshots and captions filled her phone’s photo album.

The central heating in her apartment was cranked up high. Stepping inside felt like transitioning from winter to summer. After changing into a light, adorable set of pajamas, Shen Weixiao decided to take advantage of her roommates’ absence to do a load of laundry. As the washing machine rumbled, she turned on the computer’s speakers. On her third day in B City, still unsure of her roommates’ personalities, Shen Weixiao felt like the happiest person alive at that moment.

The end of the month was approaching, and a prominent holiday marker on the calendar reminded Shen Weixiao of something important.

Oh no, I haven’t even started my thesis! Shen Weixiao groaned softly, immediately texting her university roommates to check on their progress. Her roommates echoed her misery, either still busy preparing for the national exams or, like her, stuck in grueling internships.

Still, Shen Weixiao had it worse. Her sudden transfer to a new internship unit two months in meant a project that should have been completed in three months would now drag on until after the New Year. Yet, after weighing the pros and cons, she still felt it was worth it. While her previous unit was decent, it simply didn’t suit her interests. The same position in B City offered far more opportunities for growth.

Ahem, and the pay was better too, of course.

Shen Weixiao, who had been happily watching Lao Xue’s videos, was startled by a frantic doorbell ring. Who could be back at this hour? Could it be Shi Xuan? Or had the young couple returned early? But they had keys, didn’t they? Without time to ponder, she scrambled to her feet, quickly tidied herself up, and shoved the scattered snacks into the refrigerator before answering the door. Who is it? she called out.

The middleaged man’s voice crackled through the intercom, jolting Shen Weixiao awake. She blurted out, Delivery! Your package is here!

Shen Weixiao froze for a moment, then mumbled an Oh, pressed the buzzer to unlock the door, and quickly turned to grab a jacket.

Before leaving, the delivery man handed Shen Weixiao a business card with a phone number, saying she could contact them anytime for returns or exchanges if there were any issues with the goods.

Such good service? Is this really for me? Shen Weixiao racked her brain but couldn’t recall ordering anything. Still, she took the package inside and tore open the plastic wrapping. Beneath it were three layers of thick kraft paper. When she peeled them away, the wooden box that emerged startled her. Then it dawned on her This must be the dress Lao Xue sent me!

But after examining the entire garment, Shen Weixiao couldn’t find a price tag.

Staring at the elegant, sophisticated cocktail dress, Shen Weixiao felt uneasy. She silently dialed Lao Xue’s number and called her directly.