I texted my boyfriend: "Go to the convenience store downstairs and buy a box of gloves, hurry up." He replied instantly: "???" "Stop pretending. I just sent you the picture, don't you want to eat it? Hurry." He replied: "Are you sure? Are you alone at home?" "If I'm not alone, am I half a person?" "What's with all the uncertainty? Do you not want to buy them? Are we going to go without? That's unhygienic and uncomfortable." "Are we really not using them? My hands will get sticky." He was silent for a long time. "Are you sure?" "Okay, stop dilly-dallying. If you don't want to eat, I'll call someone else." This time he replied fast. "Don't call anyone else. I'm coming right now." Fine, fine, I'll wait. I added a reminder. "Buy the large size, don't get ones that are too tight." My hands aren't small. If the size isn't right, I can't put them on, so I couldn't help but remind him. "......" "I know my own size." "Bought them. XL. Coming up." Psycho, why does he need XL gloves? Just as the message sent, there was a knock on the door. I flew to open it and saw a tall, long-legged hottie standing there, slightly out of breath, holding two small purple boxes. He looked like he had sprinted here. Our phones beeped with a notification at the same time. The handsome guy glanced at his phone and raised his voice: "You wanted me to buy disposable gloves?" I looked at my phone, then at the hot guy in front of me. My phone rang again. My boyfriend, Jason, was still messaging me. "Babe, Julian got dumped and dragged me out to drink. He's wasted. I have to carry him back to the dorm." "I won't be coming over tonight. Probably have to take care of him all night." ... 1 The handsome guy outside the door was the "Julian" my boyfriend mentioned. Julian and I sat on opposite sides of the dining table. On the table sat a huge bowl of crawfish and two boxes of... condoms. Let's put aside the fact that Jason lied to me for a second. How do I break this awkwardness? Why did Julian throw two boxes of condoms on the table? I braced myself and held up my phone to show Julian. "Look, you both have black profile pictures, and your WeChat names both start with J. Sending it to the wrong person is understandable, right?" "Understandable, sure. But why did you say buy condoms... and say you were flowing..." Julian paused. I froze too. When did I say buy condoms? I looked at the message I sent him. Crap! This stupid input method! I clearly wrote "buy a box of gloves" (shou tao), why did the "hand" (shou) disappear? Leaving just "tao" (condom/glove/cover)? And this... I clearly typed "I'm drooling" (liu kou shui), why did the "mouth" (kou) disappear? Leaving just "liu shui" (flowing water/wet)? This... This is too shameful and awkward. I feigned calmness and explained: "I meant to say, looking at this bowl of crawfish, I'm drooling. It's an autocorrect issue." Julian said coolly: "So when you said 'not wearing it is unhygienic and uncomfortable, hands will get sticky'..." I interrupted: "Eating crawfish without gloves is unhygienic and uncomfortable! Oil gets everywhere, sticky and gross." ... How did this turn into such a massive misunderstanding? Wait, even if I sent the wrong message, why didn't he explain? Why did he buy two boxes of that? I don't believe he doesn't know his roommate Jason is dating me. What does he mean? 2 Julian said, "I'm already here. Can't have come for nothing." I leaned back, looking at him warily. He's a university student; surely he won't try anything funny. I stammered, "I have a boyfriend, you know." Julian's phone dinged. He sneered and swiped open the message. "Julian, remember I took care of you all night tonight." "Best bros for life." Me: ... "Your boyfriend is 'taking care' of me right now." "Guess whose bed your boyfriend is in right now." I honestly couldn't guess. "You tell me." I figured since they're roommates and best bros, he must know Jason better than I do. After all, Jason and I have only been official for a month, haven't met much, and are still practically strangers. Julian didn't answer. He went straight to wash his hands, then started eating the crawfish. Halfway through, he asked if I had anything to drink. I took some cold beers out of the fridge. We ate, drank, and chatted. The atmosphere gradually relaxed. Julian wasn't a total stranger. My only two dates with Jason were group hangouts with his dormmates. There are four guys in their dorm, all handsome. Jason brought me along to eat, drink, sing karaoke, and play mahjong with them. I was still curious. "Where do you think Jason is right now?" "If you're so curious, call him." I took a sip of beer and sighed comfortably. "Nah, what if he's in the middle of something important? A call might scare him." Julian clinked his beer can against mine. "You're quite understanding." "Average, average." The crawfish were gone, and a dozen beers were empty. I was a bit tipsy. I volunteered: "I'll clean this up. You should go, the dorms will lock soon." Julian looked at me ambiguously. Honestly, being stared at by such a hot guy, I was a little flustered. I quietly adjusted my breathing, telling myself to stay steady. "He cheated on you. Why not break up? Saving him for Christmas?" "How do you know he cheated? Maybe he got hit by a car and is dying but doesn't want me to worry, so he lied." It's not totally impossible, right? "Dying and still texting you?" Julian laughed. "Just shows he's strong." Julian ignored me. He was using a wet wipe to slowly clean his long, jade-like fingers, one by one. Watching his movements, my mouth suddenly went dry. I poured myself a glass of water and drank half in one go. Julian finally finished cleaning. He looked at me and said lightly: "Not wearing them is indeed uncomfortable. Gets your hands all sticky." Me: ... He finally left. But he didn't take the two boxes. I thought about it and stashed them in my nightstand. 3 The next day at school, in a lecture hall, Jason waved at me. "Babe, come here! Saved you a seat." Jason was sitting on the inside of a row of three. Julian was next to him, and there was an empty seat next to Julian. Their other two handsome roommates were in the row behind. The classroom was full. I walked over expressionlessly. "Julian, let your sister-in-law in." Julian stood up and let me sit in the middle. Jason tried to hold my hand, but I dodged. I put both hands on the desk, one writing, one turning pages, focusing on the lecture. During the break, Jason said: "The crawfish photo you sent yesterday looked so good. Did you finish it?" I kept a straight face: "Finished it." "Okay, I'll make some tonight and go over to eat." Class resumed. I didn't say more to Jason. But as time went on, something felt off. Julian's foot touched mine several times. His elbow bumped my arm repeatedly. I turned to look at him, but he looked like he was listening intently. But then, he "accidentally" bumped me many more times. ... After morning classes, I packed up, ready to break up with Jason. Julian stood up to let me out. Then he suddenly stood back, blocking Jason inside. "Bro, hurry up," Jason urged. But Julian was slow. Only the three of us were left in the room. I thought about it and spoke: "Jason, let's break up." "We were fine, why suddenly break up? Is it because I didn't come for crawfish last night?" "Shen Li, don't be so petty. I said I'd come tonight." Jason pushed Julian. "Bro, say something for me. Didn't I take care of you all night?" Julian looked at me, tone ghostly: "Yeah, Sister-in-law." I ignored the teasing in his eyes. "Jason, please don't contact me again. Goodbye." I turned and left. Jason's anxious voice came from behind. "Shen Li, don't go! I don't agree to break up!" "Bro, what are you doing? Don't block me!" 4 I thought Jason and I had broken up. And peacefully, too. I felt that by not exposing him, we both saved face. But I was wrong. Since that day, Jason came to my apartment several times, lingering outside for half an hour or more each time. Begging me. At school, whenever I appeared, he'd cling to me immediately. At first asking why I insisted on breaking up, then just constantly coaxing me. It was annoying. I had to expose him. But he started apologizing, saying he really did get hit by a car that night, almost died, went to the hospital alone, and lied because he didn't want me to worry. Okay, fine. My problem is I hate trouble. I didn't accept Jason's pursuit because I liked him that much. It was purely because he was so patient and persistent. I was annoyed into agreeing, thinking I'd leave when he got bored. Just like now, he was annoyingly persistent, so I agreed not to break up. I only had one condition: stop clinging to me 24/7. I figured with Jason's looks, plenty of people would chase him. I'll just wait for him to have a change of heart. Jason and I returned to that routine: officially dating, but rarely meeting, chatting occasionally online. I breathed a sigh of relief.
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