My straight roommate is so good

The accommodation environment at Lan City University is among the best in the entire university town.

The Art Department, due to its high tuition fees, also has the best accommodation conditions.

Previously, Qiao Song and Shen Qiuyuan shared a dorm room, living in a two-bedroom apartment with each having their own bedroom, and shared a bathroom and living room. It was spacious and quiet.

In contrast, the Soft Engineering Building’s conditions are somewhat inferior, with a 50-square-meter one-bedroom apartment for four people, although there is an independent bathroom.

Qiao Song followed Ling Jianshu through the relatively tidy living room to the well-proportioned bedroom.

There were four single beds: two by the window and two near the corridor, all with the upper bed and lower desk layout.

The bed near the corridor was left empty for him.

Ling Jianshu put down the suitcase on the floor, then straightened up, patted the empty bed’s iron railing, and briefly introduced the dorm situation to him.

“This is your spot. I stay opposite you. The bed by the window is Cheng Yuan’s; you’ve just met him. The other is Liu Junming, a local who doesn’t stay on weekends. You’ll meet him tomorrow night.”

Qiao Song nodded slightly, “Okay.”

“I’ve already wiped the desk, chair, and wardrobe. Do you need me to wipe them again?”

Qiao Song had a cleanliness obsession with a noticeable exclusivity.

Specifically, if someone else had cleaned a surface, no matter how clean it was, he always felt it was insufficient and needed to personally wipe it with alcohol wipes to consider it truly “clean.”

He understood this was his own psychological issue and that it might make him seem unfriendly.

So sometimes he chose to hide his true thoughts and usedkind lies to maintain surface-level harmony.

“It’s fine, it’s very clean as it is. Thank you,” he replied, his peach blossom eyes looking at Ling Jianshu with sincerity and honesty.

Ling Jianshu didn’t notice anything unusual, only that his eyes were so beautiful, as if holding the spring water of April, and even a glance seemed full of affection. It was no wonder his previous roommate was infatuated with him.

After a moment of eye contact, he looked away first, lowering his gaze, “We’re roommates, no need to be so polite.”

Qiao Song agreed, “Okay.”

“Do you want me to help you with your luggage?”

“No need to trouble yourself; I can manage on my own,” Qiao Song’s voice was clear and cool, carrying a natural sense of distance, as if he could get along with anyone but remain emotionally distant.

Ling Jianshu quietly observed him, reflecting silently in his mind.

Stray cats on the roadside often avoid humans out of nervousness and fear; it’s not the cat’s fault.

Similarly, a new roommate not fitting in quickly isn’t the new roommate’s fault. It must be that he and Cheng Yuan haven’t been friendly enough, which puts pressure on him.

Comparing him to a stray cat made things easier to understand.

He thought that a stray cat needs its own space to adapt to a new environment for a while.

So he didn’t insist on helping, following Qiao Song’s wishes, “Then you go ahead, I’ll take a shower.”

Qiao Song nodded, saying “Okay,” standing still and watching him enter the bathroom before finally sighing in relief.

It should be a good thing for a roommate to be enthusiastic.

But the enthusiasm of a straight roommate towards him, a gay man… no matter how he looks at it, he couldn’t be happy.

Hearing the water running in the bathroom, he took out a pack of alcohol wipes from his suitcase and, with no one else around, meticulously cleaned his desk, chair, wardrobe, and even the crevices of the bed board.

After wiping off the dust, he took off his dirty clothes and planned to change into a loose, clean white T-shirt.

Ling Jianshu came out of the bathroom just as he was putting on the T-shirt.

For a brief moment, the slim waist of the boy became visible, with a hint of pale white at the waistline, tightening downward in a way that stirred an inexplicable sensation.

Ling Jianshu stopped drying his hair and paused at the bedroom door for a couple of seconds.

Qiao Song noticed the presence behind him and immediately adjusted his clothes, turning to look at him.

From a distance of one meter, they gazed at each other in the quiet air.

Ling Jianshu looked into his clear and detached eyes, but his mind kept flashing the image of the slender waist…

As a straight man, he had never experienced anything like this.

He had never seen such a beautiful boy like Qiao Song and had never paid attention to any boy’s waist before.

But he seemed to have a special charm, and just a fleeting glance imprinted the image of that pale skin into his mind, hard to forget.

His heartbeat was uncharacteristically out of control.

To cover up his rising discomfort, he purposely kept a stern face, lowered his gaze, and walked into the room.

At 1.9 meters tall, he had just come out of the shower without wearing a shirt, displaying his well-defined chest muscles and eight-pack abs, with muscular shoulders and arms full of strength.

When not smiling, his jawline was sharp, and his narrow black eyes exuded a powerful and cold aura.

Qiao Song believed no one in the entire university town could be more handsome than the cold-faced Ling Jianshu.

Although he was indeed handsome, Qiao Song was still intimidated by his powerful presence. When he walked over, he instinctively took a half-step back and leaned against his desk.

Ling Jianshu noticed this and felt an inexplicable irritation.

He looked at him again, raising his eyebrows, “What are you hiding from?”

“…Nothing,” Qiao Song realized that avoiding someone might be impolite, so he made an excuse, “I just lost my balance, I wasn’t hiding from you.”

“Is that so?”

Ling Jianshu’s black eyes fixed on him, seemingly trying to verify the truth of his words.

Qiao Song was anxious inside but maintained his composure.

As the distance between them continued to shrink, Ling Jianshu’s mood escalated with each step he took.

It seemed Qiao Song wasn’t intentionally avoiding him. Ling Jianshu, with a stoic face, felt a hidden satisfaction.

However, as the distance further closed to less than fifty centimeters, thirty centimeters, even ten centimeters… things started to feel different.

He detected a faint orange blossom scent from Qiao Song, possibly from his shampoo or body wash, subtle yet captivating.

This scent blended with his thoughts, causing his heart to pound uncontrollably and restlessly.

In contrast, Qiao Song remained steady, seemingly unaffected, and continued to meet his gaze with an indifferent expression.

Ling Jianshu felt a sudden wave of frustration, not understanding why he was feeling this way or what reaction he wanted from Qiao Song.

Sticking to his principle of “never engage with straight men,” Qiao Song would not give any reaction.

He just smiled lightly and said to him, “See, I really wasn’t hiding from you.”

Ling Jianshu looked at his exquisite face for a moment, then nodded with a tight-lipped smile, saying, “That’s good.”

Qiao Song watched as he turned and walked to his own wardrobe to find clothes.

As a well-known campus heartthrob, he was not only handsome but also exuded a powerful, hormonal charm even from his back. His broad shoulders and defined muscles were exceptionally attractive.

Qiao Song thought to himself that he had a tough time.

As a gay man, facing him, a top-tier gay icon, it was impossible not to feel something.

It was a well-known fact in the gay community that a gay man naturally reacts to such a person.

It was embarrassing, but he was determined to maintain composure and distance, strictly following his principle of not involving himself with straight men.

It wasn’t easy to withstand, but he managed, avoiding both shyness and the instinct to get closer.

Fortunately, Qiao Song’s naturally aloof personality and strong self-control helped him stay resolute.

He didn’t continue watching him dress, instead focusing back on setting up his own space.

Having finished wiping off the dust, he now moved on to making his bed.

He picked up the heavy bedding and, on tiptoe, tossed it onto the bed, despite his 1.82-meter height and strong arms, it was still a bit challenging.

Ling Jianshu, having put on a T-shirt, heard the sounds coming from Qiao Song’s side and couldn’t resist helping him move the bedding onto the bed and spread it out.

They were very close, their exposed arms brushing lightly against each other, one pale as moonlight, the other a honey-like bronze.

The stark contrast in skin color was visually striking.

Ling Jianshu quickly glanced away, swallowing hard without showing it.

Qiao Song, however, thought the interaction was quite pleasant.

In the relationship between a straight man and a gay man, maintaining mutual respect was ideal.