Chapter 2My Beautiful Roommate

The next morning, I squeezed onto the rush-hour subway. Just as the doors were about to close, a beautiful woman boarded and stood right in front of me.

We locked eyes for a moment, then both instinctively looked away.

It was my roommate!

Thinking of last night’s utterly humiliating and steamy scene, I lowered my head slightly, trying to make myself as inconspicuous as possible.

But the morning subway was impossibly crowded. She only came up to my neck, and the soft curve of her chest kept brushing against my stomach with every lurch of the train, igniting a fire in me.

As if that wasn’t enough, my gorgeous roommate was wearing a professional miniskirt, and her smooth legs occasionally brushed against my calves, sending a tingling sensation through me.

I tried to squeeze further back, but there was a large Black man standing behind me. His fierce gaze swept over me, and I didn’t dare even twitch.

“Hey, roommate, maybe you could stand back a bit? I feel like I’m practically molesting you in this position.”

She slowly looked up, frowned, glared at me, then turned her gaze elsewhere.

Who would’ve thought that this cool, aloof woman I saw in public could have such a soft, sweet voice, dripping with that captivating charm, when she told me to shut up last night?

My eyes darted around, trying to distract myself from the insistent pressure against my abdomen.

Suddenly, I noticed a man furtively taking out his phone, positioning it under my roommate’s skirt.

I couldn’t just stand by when I saw injustice, especially when it was my own roommate.

“Excuse me!” I said, then quickly turned, shielding my roommate in my arms, my back facing the pervert.

My beautiful roommate seemed oblivious to what was happening, her innocent eyes looking up at me.

I leaned down, whispered into her ear, “Someone was trying to take an upskirt photo of you just now. I apologize if my actions offended you.”

She flinched like a startled deer, shrinking further into my embrace. It was adorable.

After we got off at our stop, I was about to say goodbye, but to my surprise, she followed me off the train.

There was only one major company near this station. Could it be... my beautiful roommate worked at the same company as me?

I assessed her outfit. She looked like she could be our company’s receptionist.

Honestly, having a receptionist like her would definitely make coming to work more pleasant every day.

We walked past the front desk, and just as I thought she’d wave goodbye, she got into the same elevator as me.

“Could you press the tenth floor, please?” Her sweet voice chimed, and I nearly jumped out of my skin.

Wait, the tenth floor? I was on the tenth floor too, and the tenth floor only housed the design department, no other departments.

She couldn’t be the cleaner for our design department, could she? That would be such a waste of talent.

I returned to my workstation and sat down. Looking back, my beautiful roommate had just walked into the Chief Designer’s office!