I, Jiang Huaiyu, have an ideal life: lie down. Life nightmare: my two roommates.
Roommate A is an aloof and aloof lover, and his attributes are: becoming a spirit in a vinegar vat. Quote: "Stay away from him."
Roommate B, gentle cousin, attribute: white cut black green tea. Quote: "Brother choose me."
My daily life: repeatedly jumping between "You can only look at me" and "Brother, I'm scared", struggling to survive in the war of "three people must sleep on the sofa".
Until Zhuma kissed me until I suffocated in the supermarket, and my cousin climbed into my bed late at night.
I couldn't bear it anymore, I slapped the table and shouted angrily: "Can you two just have a fight?!"
Zhuma and my cousin looked at each other, suddenly looked at me simultaneously, and smiled:
"Fighting is so boring." "How about you choose one?"
