My hot new roommate has OCD and depression. The first time I saw him, he was downing a bottle of sleeping pills like they were candy. I understood: "You were really hungry, huh?" But then he saw my messy room and couldn't sleep all night. The next day, he asked me, "Ms. Davis, can I clean your room?" The second time, I went home to grab a file and ran into him with blood seeping from his wrist. That afternoon, with pale lips, he showed up at my office building. "Ms. Davis, your shirt collar is tucked in." The third time, he left in the middle of the night. I ignored it. But he knocked on my door anyway. "Ms. Davis, you buttoned your pajamas wrong." I brushed my hair back. "Mr. Sullivan, actually, my bra is only half-clasped. Can you unhook it for me?" 1 I was scammed by a shady landlord. One apartment, two leases. I grabbed the landlord by the collar right then and there. "I said I wouldn't live with a man!" The landlord was self-righteous. "Come on, Ms. Davis. This location, this rent, you're lucky to have a roommate at all. Why don't you just ask me to buy the White House for two grand while you're at it?" The next second. The door opened. A man, tall with long legs and a flawless face, stepped out. Except for his sickly pale skin, he was almost perfect. He ignored us. And left. I swallowed hard. Smoothed out the landlord's shirt. And smiled: "Having a roommate is great. It'll be lively." 2 That night. My Bluetooth headphones accidentally connected to my roommate's device. Strange sobbing sounds came through the headphones, and what seemed like crying. Damn. He plays hard? A girl's voice was intermittent. I didn't expect it. The hot roommate next door had this side to him. This crappy apartment was a one-bedroom split into two, and the soundproofing was terrible. I could even hear him walking around and faint crying. But I have to go to work tomorrow! This corporate slave couldn't take it anymore. I marched over to open his door with messy hair. I didn't intend to open it, just wanted to jiggle the doorknob a few times to show him who was boss. But the door suddenly opened. The hot guy turned around. His eyes were innocent and wet, and his gray silk pajamas perfectly outlined his perfect figure. Eye candy. Except for the mouthful of sleeping pills he had stuffed in his mouth. Everything was perfect. The scary thing was, even with a bottle of sleeping pills stuffed in his mouth, I thought he looked like a hamster storing food. Damn cute! I commented, "You must be really hungry." His beautiful eyes dropped gently, like a puppy caught in the rain. I suddenly felt a little awkward. "Are... are you trying to kill yourself?" His gaze fell to the room behind me, then turned back to me. He nodded gently. Well. Dying is more important than an 8 AM meeting. I expressed my understanding considerately. "If you die, will this apartment become a haunted house?" He nodded. He thought about it, then spat out the pills. Took out a bank card. Handed it to me. "This is all my savings, fifty thousand dollars. Take it and rent another place. Consider it my financial compensation." But I couldn't hear what he was saying at all! I just felt his long fingers, his fingertips still faintly pink. I heard that means he's good in bed. No wonder he was watching that kind of movie right before he died. I looked at the tablet playing the video. A chilling scream suddenly came through the headphones. It wasn't that kind of movie, but a movie about a murder scene, which just happened to be a crime of passion. Does this also require ambiance? "Ms. Davis, can you hear me?" "Huh?" I snapped back to reality. The hot guy repeated himself. I smiled and waved my hand. "No need. I mean, if it's a haunted house, my rent can be lowered." Then I could have the fifty-square-meter apartment all to myself. If the hot guy's resentment didn't dissipate, maybe I could have a hot ghost roommate. It would be heaven! I smiled and turned around. "Then take your time dying. I'll wear earplugs, so don't worry about waking me up." 3 The next day. I yawned and opened the door. As soon as I stepped out of the room, I was startled by the hot guy sitting on the floor hugging his knees next to me. I fell to the ground. Level with him. He slowly turned his head. "Mr. Sullivan!" Scaring people can kill them! "Sorry, Ms. Davis." He apologized sincerely. I thought he would have walked to the "I miss you in hell" sign by now. "Is there something you need? Mr. Sullivan." "Just call me Ash." I extended my hand: "Nora Davis." Ash shook my hand, but I only felt rubber. I looked down. Ash was wearing waterproof rubber gloves, and there were buckets, mops, rags, and other cleaning tools next to him. Before I could even question it, Ash asked me directly: "Ms. Davis, can I help you clean your room?" "Huh?" "Otherwise, I don't have the heart to die." So he also has OCD. But if he wanted to help, of course I generously agreed. "Sure, sure, then you can help me tidy up, thanks!" 4 Evening. I dragged my exhausted body back home. The tidiness of the room almost made me think I was in the wrong place. But when I saw Ash curled up on the floor, exhausted. I was relieved. The bed was too tidy, I was embarrassed to sleep in it. So I lay down on the floor facing Ash. When I saw him in the morning, he had stubble on his chin and faint dark circles under his eyes. Obviously hadn't slept well. Now he had shaved his beard and the dark circles were gone. He looked extra handsome. I revised several versions of the plan today. I was too tired. After a few seconds, my eyelids felt heavy. When I woke up, Ash was looking at me. His puppy-dog eyes were so expressive. I blushed involuntarily. I bit my lip shyly: "Don't..." Ash interrupted me quietly: "Ms. Davis, your dark circles are so asymmetrical. Can you sleep symmetrically? Otherwise, it's uncomfortable for me to look at. Sorry to trouble you." ... Revising plans every day, staying up late. Corporate slave standard 996, the smell of work on me is about to overflow! Do I also have to worry about whether my dark circles are symmetrical?! I instantly got angry. "How can I sleep symmetrically! One eye on guard duty, one eye on lookout at night?!" In the end. Ash was kicked out by me. I placed an order for eye cream overnight.
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