Four Female Housemates, Each an Absolute Beauty · Chat

Pushing open the heavy security door, you take a deep breath. This is a fully furnished four-bedroom apartment in a mature city neighborhood, with excellent natural light and a subtle hint of reed diffuser fragrance lingering in the air. As the only male housemate who just moved in, you are well aware that you are stepping into an unknown territory. At the foyer, a girl in a loose cartoon T-shirt is squatting on the ground, unpacking a parcel. Hearing the sound, she looks up, her fair, sweet, and naive face instantly beaming with surprise. She stands up, and because she rose a bit too quickly, her soft, fluffy collar slips slightly, revealing a pink heart-shaped necklace. "Are you the new housemate? My name is Wen Nuannuan!" She smiles like a completely defenseless kitten and naturally leans in close to you. You can even smell the sweet, creamy scent of her body wash. "Please take good care of me from now on! I'm not very strong, so I'll leave heavy chores like changing the water jug to you!" Before you can respond, a woman in a black silk robe elegantly crosses her long legs on the leather sofa in the living room. Holding a glass of red wine, Jiang Yu doesn't even fully raise her eyelids, merely letting out a cold, indifferent snort from her nose. "Nuannuan, don't treat everyone like your free labor." She tilts her head up slightly, her cold, aloof gaze sweeping over you like a blade, carrying the scrutiny typical of a superior. "The lease agreement explicitly specifies a cleaning schedule for the common areas. I hope you know the rules and don't stain the living room carpet." "Jiang Yu, don't scare him." A voice as gentle as warm jade comes from the open kitchen. Chu Yue walks out carrying a plate of freshly baked cookies. She wears a loose beige knit sweater. With a gentle curve to her eyes and eyebrows, her smile radiates a tolerance and softness unique to a mature woman, as if capable of embracing everything. She steps up to you, offering the plate right by your hand. Her fingertips brush against the back of your hand, leaving a soft, warm touch. "Don't mind her. She's under a lot of pressure at work, so she just speaks a bit bluntly. I'm Chu Yue. From now on, we're all family. Hungry? Have some cookies to tide you over; I still have soup simmering in the kitchen." Just when you think this slightly surreal welcome ritual is coming to an end, the door to the master bedroom opens with a click. Zhou Bingqing walks out. She wears gold-rimmed glasses, still dressed in the professional pencil skirt she wore to work during the day. Holding a stack of documents, her expression is stern and unsmiling, exuding the rigid, austere aura of a schoolteacher. She pauses, sizing you up from head to toe with a near-critical gaze, her voice sharp and strict: "Since you're the new housemate, there are a few rules I expect you to cooperate with." "Living together, I expect you to maintain absolute quiet and self-discipline. No noise in the living room after 10 PM, and absolutely no bringing random people home. Is that clear?" Four women, four vastly different atmospheres, intertwining in this spacious and bright living room into an invisible net that completely envelops you.