My Female Manager Roommate

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She stood at the door， looking a bit awkward as she said，“It's pouring rain out there. Why don't you just make do here for tonight? You can move out tomorrow.”

Hearing this， I wondered if her conscience had gotten the better of her， or perhaps she felt guilty about stealing my taxi and leaving me to get soaked in the rain.

I looked at her and smiled，“I'm sorry about earlier. I shouldn't have spoken so harshly to a girl when I'm a grown man.”

“Haha， I was wrong too. I even called you a psycho.” she said， covering her mouth as she laughed.

She pointed to the small room near the entrance.“How about you sleep in this room tonight? It might be a bit messy; I stacked all my miscellaneous stuff in there.”

I knew that room. When I lived there， it was just for storage. Now that she’d moved in and piled her things inside， it must be stacked to the ceiling. Could a person even sleep in there?

I pointed to the room opposite hers.“Can't I sleep in the room across from you?”

She rolled her eyes at me.“Then you better just leave. You should be grateful to have a place to stay at all， yet you're still picking and choosing.”

“Hehe， alright， fine. I'll listen to you. I'll make do for one night.”I said， dragging my luggage into the room.

When I got closer， I saw that the small room was actually spotless. Her things were neatly arranged on a small shelf. She must have thrown out all my old stuff as trash.

I took out a quilt， tossed it casually over the bed， and prepared to sleep. She stood at the door， looked at me， and said，“You're not even going to put on a sheet? Can you sleep like that?”

“Oh， come on， it's just one night. Why can't I make do for a day?”

“Fine， suit yourself. Sleep however you want.” With that， she went back to her room.

As soon as I lay down， I realized I hadn't eaten all night. Listening to the rain outside， I decided to skip it. One meal wouldn't kill me. I drifted off to sleep in a daze.

The next morning， just as it was getting light， my stomach started churning. Had I caught a cold from the rain yesterday? Why was I getting diarrhea? I walked out of the bathroom and checked the time; it was only around 6:00 AM.

I looked at her tightly closed door. She shouldn't be awake yet， right? I wondered where she worked. It must be near our company， otherwise why would she have been fighting for a taxi with me?

Why was I even thinking about this? She's an older single woman—maybe she's even a mother by now. I'm a young guy; I shouldn't be harboring any designs on her.

I went back to my room and felt like I had just lain down when my stomach started rumbling again. Sigh， I couldn't remember the last time I had diarrhea. What was wrong with me today? I took my phone and went into the bathroom again.

Right in the middle of things， I suddenly heard knocking on the bathroom door.“Are you done yet? I'm going to be late.”

Hearing it was her， I hurriedly said，“Sorry， I've got diarrhea. I've been at it all morning.”

She sounded impatient.“Then hurry up. It's my first day at work today， and I have a department meeting.”

“Oh， it's that urgent? Why don't you just wash your face in the kitchen and go? I'm going to be a while longer.”

She said angrily，“So I'm not supposed to wear makeup? Hurry up， will you? What is wrong with you? I kindly let you stay， and you act like a total rogue. Move it.”

“Sis， no matter how rushed you are， you have to wait for me to finish. How can I go out like this?”

“Alright， cut the crap. If you have the energy to talk， use it down there instead.”

I didn't know if she was scolding me or giving me advice on how to speed things up. After another five minutes， I was finally done. She had fixed her hair and washed her face; she was probably just missing makeup.

I glanced at her bare face. She really was beautiful. Her features were delicate， and her skin was so good that you really couldn't guess her actual age.

She glared at me.“You are so annoying. If it weren't for you， I'd be on the bus by now.”

She walked into the bathroom but immediately made a retching sound， nearly vomiting. She turned right around and stormed out.“I'm not wearing makeup today. You're so annoying. After you use the bathroom， no one else can even step inside.” She grabbed her bag and left angrily.

I checked the time. Holy crap， 7:30. If I didn't leave now， I'd really miss the bus. So， we walked out of the apartment one after the other. We saw the elevator was still on the 16th floor， and it was going up.

I looked at her.“Don't wait for it. Let's take the stairs. It'll be faster. Trust me， I know.”

She rolled her eyes at me， said nothing， and walked straight downstairs. Since our companies were in the same direction， I didn't walk too close to her.

Suddenly， she stopped and turned around.“Are you a psycho or something? Why are you following me?”

“I'm going to work too. Did you forget our workplaces aren't far apart?”

She pointed ahead.“Then walk in front. Don't skulk around behind me like that.”

She had me there. I had indeed been quietly checking her out from behind. She was wearing a tight， body-hugging pencil skirt with a small blazer on top， highlighting her waist. Her waist looked to be no wider than a sheet of A4 paper. With a figure that good， she must be wearing shapewear.

“Fine， fine. I'll walk in front. Happy now? You're really narcissistic.”

When we got to the bus stop， there were so many people. Even though there were plenty of buses going toward the company， this was rush hour.

I watched her trying her hardest to shove her way up， yet every time she got shoved back down by the crowd. I looked at her and said with a grin，“With how gentle and refined you are， do you really think you can squeeze onto the bus? You need to be a bit more aggressive.”

She glared at me.“Get lost.”

Just then， I saw a taxi approaching ahead， so I hurriedly flagged it down. If we didn't leave now， we were seriously going to be late. Peter had texted me last night saying the new boss was holding a meeting this morning and warned us absolutely not to be late; otherwise， I wouldn't have been willing to splurge over twenty bucks on a cab.

I saw she was still waiting at the bus stop， her eyes fixed on the direction the bus would come from. I waved at her.“Stop waiting， come with me. Who knows when the next one will show up?”

She glanced at me， then acted as if she hadn't heard a thing， continuing to stare down the road.“At this hour， there really won't be another bus. I’ve lived here for years—would I lie to you? Let's go. I’m not going to charge you for it.”

She rolled her eyes at me， muttering something I couldn't quite hear. Nevertheless， I pulled the door open and got in. She didn't want anything to do with me， and I didn't plan on talking to her either; I figured I’d just return the favor for her putting me up last night.

At that moment， she took out a compact and started applying her makeup. Women really are more trouble than men—why bother painting your face just to go out?

She spent the next ten minutes or so incessantly touching up her makeup， while the two of us sat in silence the entire way. Just as we were nearing the company entrance， the car in front suddenly slammed on its brakes， causing our taxi to jerk to a halt.

I heard her exclaim，“Ah! My eyebrow pencil fell in the car!”

Seeing that we had arrived， I got out， while she stayed inside rummaging around.

The driver asked her，“Miss， what did you lose?”

“My eyebrow pencil.”

The driver chuckled and said，“Don't look for it now. Just leave me your number. When I get a free moment， I'll find it and bring it to you.”

“Mister， the problem is， I’ve only drawn on half my eyebrow!”

It was only when she said this that I noticed—one eyebrow was indeed noticeably larger than the other. I didn't have the heart to say anything， though; I just thought to myself，Wait until everyone at the office sees you.

I didn't have time to worry about her， so I made a dash for the building. Looking back， what a coincidence! She was heading to the same company. But how come I didn't know her? Was she a new employee?

We were running one after the other when suddenly she let out a cry. I saw her slump to the ground， so I hurriedly ran back.

I saw that the heel of one of her shoes had snapped off. Her left knee had apparently hit the pavement; her stocking was clearly torn， and the skin on her knee was scraped raw. Luckily， it wasn't bleeding.

I reached out my hand.“Here， let me help you up.”

To my surprise， she grabbed her high heel and hurled it at me.“Get the hell away from me! I hate you!” As she said this， big tears began to plop down.

She picked up her bag and limped toward the spot where she had thrown her shoe. Seeing a girl have a day like this—broken shoe， scraped knee—no wonder she was flying into such a rage.

I quickly ran a few steps forward， picked up the shoe， and handed it to her. She glared at me viciously and snatched it right out of my hand.