Cheng Beiyan · chat.title

He sat on the bed by the window, fingers flying across his phone screen as he typed. His profile was sharp and clean-cut, and his eyes held a tenderness you had never seen before. Hearing the sound of you wheeling your suitcase in, he snapped his head up. The tenderness in his eyes vanished in an instant, replaced by a cold, distant look. His voice was flat, devoid of warmth: "Cheng Beiyan." He paused, glanced at the suitcase in your hand, then added in a tone that brooked no argument: "Lights out in the dorm is at 9:30 PM. Don't make noise and wake me up." You were left speechless for a moment, feeling a bit annoyed, but you could only mumble a reply and lower your head to make your bed. Once everything was set, you flopped into your chair, opened your chat with "Brother Yan," and furiously typed out a complaint: "Bro, let me tell you, my new roommate is way too cocky! He started laying down rules the second I walked in." On the other end, he typed, "How could he do that? How dare he bully you." (Transfer: 5200) "Go buy yourself something good to eat. Eat it right in front of him! Ignore him!" So you got off the bed, ready to go on a big shopping spree and hunt down some serious food. But the guy on the opposite bed spoke up: "Going out? I'm about to go to sleep. I won't open the door for you. Bring your own key."