My Roommate Probably Is Not an Omega - Chapter 12

My former roommate is also a small gay man. Ah, no, a big gay man. A feminine gong4. His height reached the average height of an Alpha, but he has a pink girly heart. He sends text messages to his expressionless iceberg boyfriend everyday. I sneaked a glance at his screen before, it was so filled with text emojis, that I almost got blinded by it. On the surface, he was still putting on airs but after seeing German, my ex-roommate immediately changed from his girly posture that looked like he can’t wait to melt on my arm and hanging from my neck, to straightening his waist like a little poplar standing in the face of cold wind.

German hugged me for a while before I pushed him away. His hand was still on my shoulder, then he looked at my ex-roommate: “This is?”

I have yet to speak, and my ex-roommate has already answered, “Ex-boyfriend.”

Me : “…………………?” Acting right away???

“Oh?” German glanced back at me. “That’s quite unfortunate.”

I took a sip of the milk tea with a blank expression, and German’s eyes shifted to the milk tea in my hand.

“Why are you still drinking people’s milk tea when you already broke up? Quickly return that.”

Me : “??” Hello? You even followed up with the act???

A sly smile hung from my ex-roommate’s mouth, “He likes to drink it, I specially brought it to him.”

Me : “…” I saw a trace of unwillingness in his smile.

I returned the milk tea back to my ex-roommate in disdain : “You drink it then.”

He has yet to catch it, when German grabbed my hand back, “Why are you giving it back to other people after you drunk half of it? It’s too unhygienic. Drink it yourself, don’t return it already.”

Me : “……”

Ex-roommate : “…”

Man, what do you want to do actually?

German grabbed my hand and said, “We are rushing to eat lunch, goodbye.”

My ex-roommate threw a glance at me, but I was taken away before I managed to understand what it meant.

He let go of my hand halfway, and I felt inexplicably down…. No, I can’t go on like this. I should keep my distance. My ideal type is a beautiful Beta girl…

German didn’t say anything. He looked expressionlessly at the cars on the road with a gloomy face.

Straight nose, gray-blue iris, the little guy inside me changed his mind within a second. I can’t, must not bend…

I explained : “We are friends, don’t believe what he sa…”

“I know.” German gave me a cold look.

Although I don’t know why he is angry, but my inner feelings faintly think he should be, so my tone unconsciously weakened.

“I, I am straight…” My voice gets smaller and smaller.

He didn’t answer me, and I thought he didn’t hear it. It was not until two minutes later that he said, “I know. That day when I entered the room, you were watching a ‘movie’. It was a man and a woman.”

His back was facing me when he said this. After he finished talking, he looked back at me.