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The Call Boy I Met Become My Roommate

The Call Boy I Met Become My Roommate

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Chapter 1 Let's Talk

Word Count: 2095    |    Released on: 16/03/2025

dy stayed up late wat

with no truly terrifying scenes-bland as plain water. Due to her obsessive

e closed her eyes, and drowsiness immediately wrapped around her thoughts. Jus

a

yes snap

ard the door. Outside, she could clearly hear the thick, slurred voice of a

und of a door op

was most

he door for a f

went completely silent

, feeling a delayed

ad this happened

off again. She turned over, closed her eyes again, and idly l

m

a ghost

flick that thought i

.

ce from the movie inexpli

second

ly and switched on

. In her half-conscious state, she kept feelin

lled the room that she finally ma

dy was woken up

d throbbed with a fine, needling pain. Irritated,

od friend, Sara, came throug

..

hed, her brain lagg

ken up by a sud

at was w

en the main even

iness exploded in

inish, the call wa

d let out a muffled sigh of frustration. After lying in bed for a

st 2

round, grabbed a jack

d into th

one rang again. She freed a hand to s

gh school classmate. My hair's all greasy, an

d through a mouthful of foam, her words barely

o out tonight? Andy, my dear journalist, you've been working overtime f

Where

ker said there's a bar there, and the owner is ridiculously-" Sara paused, then s

"Washi

cked, "You j

d lazily i

eaks are over." Sara was puzzled.

a horro

s it c

ng to Se

ovie and choked, "You ca

sm. She grabbed a towel and wiped the water off her face. "Then in the middle of

..

he whole nigh

are you suddenly bringing

eyebrow. "How i

f fight last

..

Let's go fool around with men." Sara gri

dy picked up her phone and walked out o

ost money? We can hav

y,

use ou

..

cebook, bringing up last night's incident again. After a moment of hesitat

had moved from Chica

except that it was a shared rental. The landlord had divided an 80-square-meter apartment i

he rent

es, the location was convenient, and the surrounding ar

pened to run into the man n

everything sta

ss. The city's lights gradually flickered on, illuminating the

e, Andy changed her outfit a

bing her with mes

message, "Heading out now." She stepped outside, instinctively glan

ed to meet at th

ed across from Red Square. Passing through an alleyway, they were soon

only came a

r street, often referred

quite some time searching until they finall

uite interesti

te letters glowing against it. Among the gaudy, flamboyant neon signs surrounding it, it sto

ent before commenting. "A hair salon in a bar street-guys c

she dragged Andy inside

nterior was not as deser

peak hours, yet more than half

a soft, soothing voice. At the bar, a blond-haired bartender was skillfu

seats, Andy ordered the

appointment. "Is the owner not here? I

alm and replied absentmindedl

lleague, who basically lives on Degenerate Street

ust calls h

?

Andy sat up a little straighter

huf

"By the way, I ran into my high school vice class president at lunch. He also went to C

Andy's fingers st

d casually before suddenly locking onto the bar. "Hey, check te

dy heard someone call

d Sara's li

an had appeared be

the bar, head tilted slightly as he spoke to the bartender. He wore a simple black jacket, his tall frame car

ips tugging into a fa

lights traced across his face, l

ized him in

up in pitch, equally stunned. "

.

s... Do you still remember? Before y

nish, a sudden clat

bumped into someone. The tray in their hands ti

t onto Andy's

d into her loose-knit sweater, seeping throu

rply and instinc

was loud, the commoti

ale with fright, re

ing ice off Andy's clothes

e chill, but she wasn't angry. She turned to the w

id, "I'm going to the

speaking, she

d eyes wi

dable, and

s met for

st, striding toward

her sweater, leaving only a f

e liquid had been absor

to the sink, dabbing a tissue with wa

s done, she

ye, she noticed someone

vely looked o

een his lips, his posture lazy and relaxed. Unlike before, he

-shirt remaine

years since th

ognized her. And she didn't kn

deciding to pretend she hadn't recognized him either. She

ular patterns reflecting the scattered light. From here, she could s

rew c

out to wal

at mo

ey

languid, alm

turning her

ossed his jacket at her, c

ore pulling it

wering his gaze, he stubbed out hi

f them sp

stretc

d his eyes, meeting her ga

talk,"

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