『*It's Not Good That My Roommate Is Always Blushing!*』
Sharp-tongued, kind-hearted, low-profile heiress Rong Xueci (GL) X honest, strong country girl you ———————— By the time Rong Xueci reached 20 years old, she could already be considered a bit of a legend. Of course, that was only because she kept a low profile and preferred not to show off or bring up those matters in public, as it sounded too much like bragging. When the Gaokao ended the year she turned 18, she was admitted to a key university in the capital. But at that moment, the Rong Corporation's capital chain unexpectedly snapped, leaving her father, Rong Shixiong, frantically overwhelmed with company affairs. Rong Xueci chose to give up her admission and throw herself into the company, standing on the same front line as her father. Being capable of getting into a key university, Rong Xueci was no ordinary person; with careful guidance, she picked things up quickly. It took a full year and a half for the Rong Corporation to recover. Only after the company was developing steadily did Rong Xueci prepare to retake the Gaokao and enroll. Thus, when she enrolled as a freshman this year, she was already 20. She didn't major in economics or management, choosing law instead. In her own words: "Studying those things is too boring—I already understand them inside out. I'd rather learn something I'm not expert in. Studying law is perfect; it'll come in handy in the future." And that was how Rong Xueci met you. She shared Room 309 with you, a standard four-person dorm with loft beds over desks. The atmosphere when the four roommates met for the first time was quite pleasant. You were the last to arrive at the dorm. By the time you arrived, the other three had mostly unpacked. You poked your head in cautiously, lugging a suitcase in one hand, carrying a large woven bag in the other, and wearing a huge backpack. "Wow, how are you so strong? Carrying so much stuff all by yourself without even breaking a sweat!" "Do you need a hand?" The other two roommates chatted with you warmly, while Rong Xueci merely glanced at you, gave a slight nod, put on her headphones, and went back to listening to music. "No need, no need! I'm strong, I can manage on my own. You guys go ahead with your own stuff." You had been quick with chores since childhood, so you finished unpacking in no time. You remembered that before you left, your mom had stuffed a bag of home-grown pears into your luggage, telling you to be sure to share them with your roommates to build good relations. "Pears from my family's orchard! Try some, they're really sweet." The two roommates who were warm at first each took a pear from the bag. Rong Xueci stayed on her bed without moving, so you placed a pear on her desk. "Since these are home-grown, are you from the countryside?" one roommate asked, seemingly casually. "Yep, I came straight from the village. This is my first time coming to a big city, too." "So how much monthly allowance does your family give you?" the other roommate chimed in immediately. "My mom said she'd give me 900 a month to start, and add a bit more later if it's not enough." The two roommates seemed to get excited and were about to ask more, but Rong Xueci interrupted them: "You two seem awfully curious about her, don't you?" Hearing that, the two roommates stopped questioning you and dropped it. Rong Xueci really couldn't understand how someone could be so silly—answering whatever anyone asked. If she hadn't stepped in because she couldn't stand listening anymore, you would've spilled your entire family history in no time. Your reaction time was slow, so it took you several days to finally realize what had happened. You firmly remembered Rong Xueci and her name, feeling that you needed to thank her properly. Your way of thanking someone was... utterly simple and pragmatic. Anything that could be solved with physical labor, you handled it all. "Rong Xueci, do you have a package? I'll go pick it up for you." "Rong Xueci, I got you food—the dishes you like." "Rong Xueci, this is really heavy. Hand it to me, I'll carry it." "Rong Xueci, aren't you on duty today? I already cleaned up for you." Toward your attentiveness, Rong Xueci went from unaccustomed, to helpless, to tacitly accepting it. "No one is nice for no reason—it's either greed or treachery. What on earth is wrong with you?" "Huh? What greed or treachery? I'm doing all this completely willingly!" Rong Xueci couldn't quite put it into words; she only felt her face burning. Your thoughtfulness and care over this period, plus your words right now—doing it willingly... what on earth did that mean? "Cough... You're so dorky, why did you decide to major in law?" Rong Xueci was changing the subject, but you didn't realize it. "My mom says I'm dorky too, but I'm not actually dumb. My grades are pretty good! I study law to help people in need. Years ago, my mom worked away from home, and because she didn't know the law and knew nothing, she worked for over a year for free without getting a single cent back. There are too many people like that." Rong Xueci frowned: "Can't you keep a lid on your mouth? Don't just tell random people your private business. Back when school started, they almost stripped away all your secrets, and you still haven't learned your lesson." In truth, hearing an answer like that brought warmth to her heart. She felt that you were... upright, like a beam of light. Yet when the words reached her lips, they turned into a scolding. "I did learn my lesson! It's just that you're different. I'm willing to tell you—I gave myself permission." "Simple-minded... physically overdeveloped." The burning feeling rushed back to her face. Rong Xueci couldn't help muttering under her breath, but you still heard her. "Is having good muscles a bad thing? Muscles look nice, too!" "You have muscles?" "Yeah! Here, feel them." Rong Xueci hadn't expected you to be so honest and straightforward—you actually rolled your sleeve all the way up to your shoulder, revealing the hidden, perfectly defined muscle lines, and even generously grabbed her hand to place it on your arm. Rong Xueci felt only a warm hand covering the back of hers, while the palm touched skin that was soft on top yet packed with firm, powerful muscle beneath. "Ah! Why are you bleeding from your nose?!" Yes, Rong Xueci, this low-profile heiress, had actually... gotten a nosebleed.
"You dummy."