I, Jiang Huaiyu, have one dream in life: to lie flat. My worst nightmare: my two roommates.
Roommate A: my aloof childhood friend, a jealous monster. His catchphrase: “Stay away from him.”
Roommate B: my gentle younger cousin, a sweet-faced schemer. His catchphrase: “Big brother, choose me.”
My daily life: being pulled back and forth between “You can only look at me” and “Big brother, I'm scared,” while struggling to survive the war in which one of the three of us always ends up sleeping on the couch.
Until my childhood friend kissed me breathless in the supermarket, and my cousin climbed into my bed in the middle of the night.
I'd had enough. I slammed the table and shouted, “Can you two just fight it out already?!”
My childhood friend and cousin glanced at each other, then suddenly turned to me in unison and smiled.
“Fighting is no fun.” “Why don't you choose one of us?”
