My Dangerous Superstar Tenant

The soundproofing in this old apartment building at the city center is insanely terrible. I thought I'd scored a bargain renting a cheap single room, but it turned out my roommate was Duan Xuan, a dancer with millions of followers on social media. He always wore all black, sleeves casually rolled up to his forearms, moving with the stride of a wildcat patrolling its territory. And me, He Xiaoxing, I was just a motor mouth with way too much energy who had just moved in. I couldn't control my tongue, let alone my heartbeat, which went completely haywire every time I saw him. Until that one night, when he came back reeking of alcohol, and the wall I had built so high around myself crumbled completely.