Entangled After Mistakenly Adding My Aloof Roommate

Liang Zhixia was one of the hottest danmei comic artists online.

His bold art style and intensely twisted expressions of love packed a massive punch of sexual tension, often leaving his fans screaming in delight.

The protagonist of his new comic was a damp, obsessive male ghost secretly in love with his neighbor—but Liang Zhixia didn’t quite grasp the character’s vibe.

So he placed an order online for a roleplay chat service.

After adding the other person, he typed out a message in the chat window.

“Hi, looking forward to the next three months together! QAQ”

No reply came.

Assuming the other guy had slipped into character, he sent another message.

“Baby, talk to me. Don’t talk to anyone else.”

The response: ?

From that day on, the two of them dove into full roleplay mode—though the other guy occasionally broke character.

Like right now.

After Liang Zhixia sent his message, the reply was a voice note.

He tapped it open, and a low, husky male voice laced with drunkenness filled his ears.

“Call me Hubby.”

Lu Quan was A University’s campus heartthrob, a top student in the School of Finance. He had money, spoke little, stood tall and handsome, with eight-pack abs and a killer V-line waist.

Countless admirers had confessed to him, but he’d turned them all down.

Some said he had someone he liked.

No—he’d never like anyone in this lifetime.

Until a stranger popped up in his contacts.

Calling him “Baby” right off the bat and telling him not to talk to anyone else.

Lu Quan: ? What a nutjob.

He went to delete it, but his finger slipped and hit play on the next voice message.

“Doesn’t Baby like me?”

The voice was clean and smooth, carrying a faint coquettish lilt. Against his better judgment, Lu Quan kept the contact.

Before long, he was reporting his outings and sharing every little detail of his day.

His friend: “Dude, you haven’t been PUA’d, have you?”

Lu Quan glanced down at his phone as he typed back: “You wouldn’t get it.”

But not long after, the guy said: “Sorry, I added the wrong person QAQ.”

Liang Zhixia would never forget his first glimpse of his new roommate—just as aloof and distant as everyone described, cold and abstinent.

But later, he saw the man’s other side.

On the night the dorm lost power, fresh out of the shower, Liang Zhixia found himself pinned by the waist in the arms of his aloof roommate.

Lu Quan pressed close, his gaze twisted with obsession and madness. His warm fingertips brushed lightly over Liang Zhixia’s lips.

“Why’d you run, Baby? I’ve done everything you told me to.”

“No talking to others.”

“No smiling at others.”

“Keep your distance from everyone.”

In the darkness, Liang Zhixia slapped him across the face in fright.

But his aloof roommate just kissed his palm, voice thick and sticky.

“The other cheek too, Baby.”