Chapter 4My Online Boyfriend is My Annoying Roommate?!

That word, "disgusting," pierced right into my ears.

Even though I'd been called a monster and disgusting by my parents since I was little, I should have been used to it.

But hearing Julian say it just pissed me off.

It wasn't like I wanted to date him anyway, yet here he was, acting disgusted.

The anger went straight to my head.

As I walked past him carrying my lunch tray, I deliberately "lost my grip" and spilled it all over him.

The soup dripped down his shoulder.

For a neat freak, this was undoubtedly the best revenge.

Julian looked up and glared at me, his eyes as cold as if he were looking at a dead man.

I took my time flashing a wicked smile:

"Oops, sorry about that, new roommate."

After that, our relationship completely deteriorated.

Whatever.

It wasn't like I cared about having a good relationship with him anyway.

Whenever Julian left the dorm, even the air felt fresher.

I was a junior with a light class schedule.

I had already applied for grad schools abroad, so I didn't need to study for the GREs.

Laying in the dorm feeling bored, I missed Z again.

I tentatively sent him a sticker:

[Miss you.]

He replied instantly:

[Baby, I'm here.]

Normally, when interacting with people, I'm not much of a chatterbox.

But with Z, I always had a million things to talk about.

Z would reply to every single message with infinite patience.

No matter what mood I was in, he always knew how to catch me.

I sent him a sticker:

[Shooting love biubiubiu~]

Suddenly, a message popped up from him:

[Baby, let's meet up.]

My heart skipped a beat, my grip slipped, and my phone dropped right off the bed.

Snapping back, I was just about to climb down and pick it up.

The dorm door opened.

Julian, with an ice-cold expression, closed the door, locked it, looked down, and saw my lit-up phone screen.

The screen was cracked in one corner, but it didn't affect the clarity of the chat log at all.

Me: !

Z's profile picture was a faceless torso shot of him wearing a black tank top, his muscle definition incredible.

Now, with the screen unlocked, Julian definitely saw all the sickeningly sweet messages between me and Z.

Damn it.

He found out I was e-dating a guy, and he's definitely going to use this to mock me.

But surprisingly, he didn't make a sound.

Julian stared down at the screen, looking like he had been paralyzed.

Then he turned his head, his dark eyes staring intensely at me.