My Straight Roommate

Chapter 6 (End)

He rubbed his head against my ear and said, "How about we just ignore him?"

Confirmed, these two are definitely hiding something from me.

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**Zhou Miao's Side Story**

**1**

My name is Zhou Miao. Today is the start of university, and as I dragged my luggage into the dorm room, one of my roommates was already tidying his bed.

He turned around and smiled at me.

"Hi, I’m Shen Mo."

He looked really good, and his smile was even more captivating.

I stared for a moment, my mouth automatically responding, "Hi, I’m Zhou Miao."

He nodded and continued making his bed.

As he bent over, his T-shirt lifted slightly, revealing a glimpse of fair skin at his waist.

I quickly looked away, but that scene stayed in my mind.

I felt it was a bit strange and rude, so I deliberately avoided him, trying to erase that image from my head.

Before I could forget, I heard that he liked men.

This made me a little scared.

**2**

When I graduated from middle school, a male classmate confessed to me and even tried to force a kiss.

He lunged at me, his body giving off an unpleasant smell.

Though I managed to dodge, the feel of his grip on my arm and that scent made me nauseous all summer.

Since then, just hearing the word "gay" made me feel disgusted.

So, I kept my distance from Shen Mo.

Maybe my actions were too extreme, and the whole class started to think I hated Shen Mo.

To clear up the misunderstanding, I openly admitted that I was homophobic.

But as I got to know Shen Mo, my fear gradually faded.

Shen Mo was always clean and smelled nice.

His smile was beautiful.

He was always quiet and attentive when listening to others.

Sometimes, he could be a bit forgetful.

Occasionally, he’d play small tricks.

Whenever I saw him, my heart would race, and I couldn’t help but want to run away.

**3**

Until that day, we played Truth or Dare.

I drew the dare to kiss him.

My heart felt like it was going to leap out of my chest.

Shen Mo was staring right at me.

My mind was filled with one thought—

I want to kiss him. I really want to kiss him.

I couldn’t control myself, so I rushed over.

My tone was stiff, but I couldn’t stop myself.

After the kiss, all I could think about was how soft his lips were. I licked my lips, tasting a lingering sweetness.

I wanted to kiss him again.

But my habit of avoiding him only got worse. I kept stealing glances at him.

Then, one night, he suddenly grabbed me and asked why I was always so mean to him.