My Reclusive Roommate Thinks He Hypnotized Me

Blurb:

I had a college roommate named Chen Qie.

He was fair and neat, smart, delicate-looking, and very clean. He was an orphan and had applied for student loans to pay for school. I heard he'd been bullied throughout high school, and he still had a deep scar on his wrist.

Aw, he's got the whole tragic backstory. What a poor little thing.

I helped wherever I could, taking my solitary roommate out to have fun and helping him fit in with the group. Gradually, we became good friends.

One morning at five-thirty, I was so sleepy I could barely function. He was wearing nothing but a pair of white briefs, his long pale legs on full display, and shoved some ancient phone right in my face. The screen was filled with pink-and-white spirals, as if the phone had a virus.

The next second, Chen Qie blinked his doe eyes and whispered, "Hug me."

What kind of person climbs onto their roommate's bed at five-thirty in the morning just to talk? I had no idea what had gotten into him, but all I wanted was for this young master to settle down, so I hugged him. Less than three seconds later, I was snoring away in dreamland.

After that, he loved showing me his glaringly bright phone wallpaper and kept making strange requests. I was easygoing, so I agreed to all of them.

Later, I don't know what got into him this time, but he clutched his phone and burst into tears. He shoved a box of condoms into my bed, his eyes swollen, and demanded that I fuck him.

At that moment, I felt like I'd been royally screwed.

I'd been so devoted to him, like a parent doting on a child (I don't know if that's the right way to put it, but I'm going to say it anyway), and he had improper designs on me! Even if he's Chen Qie, that doesn't make me the king!

Theme: Sometimes even the unlucky get a bit of kindness from heaven