Chapter 3My Online Boyfriend is My Annoying Roommate?!

We were practically trauma bonding!

Chatting away, I excitedly sat up to type.

I casually typed out a few-hundred-word essay complaining about Julian.

After I hit send, I worried I might be too annoying.

But Z's reply showed zero impatience.

Not only did he provide immense emotional support, he also transferred me $520.

I expertly accepted it, even though I wasn't short on money.

Z was very wealthy.

When we first met playing games, he was always gifting me rare skins and items.

After we started dating, he'd just send me money all the time.

At first, I wouldn't accept it, but he'd send a pitiful voice memo:

"Baby won't even spend my money... Do you not love me anymore...?"

My heart would melt hearing that, and I'd accept it immediately.

Now, after being thoroughly comforted by Z, the frustration in my chest was greatly soothed.

A smile finally returned to my face:

[Love you, ლ(°◕‵ƹ′◕ლ).]

Z replied quickly.

[（づ￣3￣）づ╭❤～]

Ending the chat, I casually looked up, and my eyes met Julian, who was just about to walk out the door.

He dropped his smile, quickly looked away, his expression turning cold.

The upward curve of my lips instantly vanished too.

Tsk, that deadpan face again.

Just looking at it annoyed me.

Honestly, we weren't at each other's throats when we first met.

I'm a sucker for good looks, and Julian is handsome.

Deep-set eyes beneath thick brows, a high-bridged nose, and thin, slightly pursed lips.

The first time he introduced himself as my new roommate with that face, I pathetically stared in a daze.

Damn.

He was exactly my type.

But I quickly snapped out of it.

After all, I only liked Z.

But as we interacted, I realized Julian really only had that face going for him.

His personality was venomous and overly particular.

With that face, I'd never even seen him smile.

Plus, there was that one time in the dining hall. I accidentally overheard him hanging out with his frat bros, discussing intersex people.

The jokes they were making were very explicit.

"Julian, what do you think? Would you be into that?"

I quietly perked my ears up nearby.

And I heard Julian's icy tone:

"Stop talking about something so disgusting."