1

The sun was shining brightly, it was a perfect day for a confession.

The young handsome guy was crouching by the roadside with a cup of milk tea, waiting for his roommate.

His roommate was a true heartthrob, the kind who drew cheers from crowds just by playing basketball.

When his roommate left the court holding a basketball, a group of girls swarmed over, and he disappeared in an instant.

The young handsome guy bit on his milk tea straw, took out his phone, and typed away.

“I like you. Let’s start dating.”

After sending the text message, he quietly pulled out the key hanging around his neck.

If he got rejected, he’d run away with the only key to his home.

2

The roommate neither rejected nor accepted him. He didn’t even return home that night.

The young handsome guy silently folded his own quilt from his roommate’s bed.

And climbed back into his own bed.

He was used to sleeping with someone.

Now his bed felt a bit cold.

The young handsome guy curled himself into a ball and nuzzled the pillow.

He closed his eyes and fell asleep.

3

The young handsome guy did not initially like his roommate.

The roommate didn’t like the Little handsome guy either.

However, both of them had similar inclinations.

The young handsome guy was a Zero.

The roommate was a One.

Logically speaking, fate had brought them together, so they should be a match.

But there was no spark between them.

The young handsome guy found the roommate too difficult.

The roommate thought the young handsome guy was too ugly.

Chapter 04

In fact, the young handsome guy only recently found out that his roommate thought he was ugly.

Standing at 1.8 meters tall, with wheat-colored skin and Korean-style phoenix eyes, the young handsome guy angrily questioned his roommate why.

The roommate awkwardly rubbed his nose and rattled off a series of capricious demands.

“Are you 1.85 meters tall?”

“No.”

“Are your eyes big?”

“Not really.”

“Is your skin fair?”

“…”

“That’s why you’re ugly.”

“…” What a convincing argument, he find himself speechless in response.

Seeing the young handsome guy fall silent, the roommate finally breathed a sigh of relief. He unwrapped a piece of candy and stuffed it into the young Handsome Guy’s mouth, raising his eyebrows as he said, “Isn’t it perfect? From the start, neither of us liked the other. Why mind that I find you ugly?”

The young handsome guy pushed the candy into his cheek, looking troubled.

This doesn’t make sense, does it? Normally, someone being called ugly should be angry, right?I like my roommate, but when they called me ugly, it still hurt. Shouldn’t I be angry, no matter how I feel about them?