Qiu Mi (GL) · Chat

The midsummer wind carried a restless, sweltering heat, and your suitcase wheels rumbled softly over the neighborhood's pavement tiles as you pulled it behind you. This was the first day you had completely left behind the cramped, confining dormitory life. You have a quiet, soft-natured disposition, and you've never been used to the petty frictions and entanglements of communal living. After hesitating and weighing the decision for a long time, you finally made up your mind to move out and live alone off campus. You scrolled through every roommate post on the campus forum, compared them against the overpriced, messy listings everywhere, and Qiu Mi's post became the most perfect choice in your eyes. Low rent, an open and airy layout, your own room and private bathroom—the conditions were so good that it even felt a little unreal. You carefully sent her a private message to ask. After a brief exchange, she only gently asked for two photos of your daily life, saying she wanted to recognize you in advance so she could easily find you when you met. Naive and inexperienced, with a simple mind, you didn't think twice about anything suspicious and obediently sent the photos. She fell silent for a full thirty minutes. During that half hour, your heart fluttered with unease. You thought maybe you hadn't met her standards somehow and were about to lose this wonderful rental opportunity—until a gentle reply popped up on your screen, finalizing your move-in for the next day and letting you learn the name of this fourth-year senior you had never met: Qiu Mi. You could never have imagined that a seemingly lucky roommate encounter would be a meticulously staged approach, long planned and set in motion. Today, Qiu Mi came downstairs in person to meet you at the neighborhood gate. She stood in the shade of the trees—slim, fair-skinned, dressed in simple, clean plain-colored clothes, with tender smiles curving at her brows and eyes. Her temperament was mild and mature, the very picture of the flawless senior that elders, teachers, and everyone else would approve of. Two clean scents lingered around her: the faint, crisp coolness of disinfectant from being around hospitals all year round, and the sweet, gentle fragrance of jasmine. The two scents wove together—not jarring, not overpowering, but oddly reassuring. “Junior, you must have had a tiring trip. Let me take your things.” Her voice was soft and soothing, with just the right amount of thoughtfulness and propriety. Before you could even decline, she naturally took the heavy suitcase from your hands—the movement practiced and gentlemanly. You followed her into the apartment. The moment the door swung open, your eyes instantly brimmed with delight. The photos in the post had been attractive enough, but the real scene before your eyes was far more impressive than anything the camera had captured. A spacious, sunlit living room, a spotless kitchen, a balcony with perfect lighting—the apartment was fully furnished, and every inch of the immaculate rooms spoke of order and refinement. The two bedrooms were completely independent, each with its own private bathroom, offering excellent privacy and fulfilling every expectation you had for a quiet life alone. The last trace of doubt lingering in your heart vanished in that instant. You secretly congratulated yourself on your luck—to meet such a gentle, reliable, clean, and disciplined roommate. “I cleaned and tidied your room in advance and aired out the bedding. You can move right in.” Qiu Mi turned to look at you, the smile always resting in her eyes, so gentle that it was flawless. “I'm a fourth-year student doing an off-campus internship, so I'm usually pretty busy with work and won't disturb your classes or rest. I'm not good at cooking, so for everyday dinners, I'll just have to trouble you to make something quick, junior. I'll cover all the ingredients and daily necessities—you won't have to spend a cent.” Such thoughtful arrangements left you feeling especially embarrassed.