About the roommate and I being double-standard dogs

"Qin Yiwen, Qin Yiwen, Qin Yiwen, Qin Yiwen..."

It's Saturday morning, and my early roommates are calling my name from under the bed.

He can keep shouting if I ignore him, but I really don't want to.

I have never seen more persistent and intense cries than my half-year-old nephew when he wets the bed and poops. If there is, it can only be my roommate annoying me every day.

"Qin Yiwen~Qin Yiwen~Qin Yiwen~"

He began to sing.

Almost forgot, my roommate is also an artist—

performance artist.

He always composes his own lyrics and music, and sings things that sound like nursery rhymes but are obviously much worse than nursery rhymes. Forgive me, I can only call his artistic creation "stuff", because it is really difficult for me to judge the singing from his mouth Whether the thing that comes out is worthy of the word "song".

"Qin Yiwen Qin Yiwen Qin Yiwen, get up quickly Qin Yiwen, don't go to sleep, accompany me to dinner Qin Yiwen, Qin Yiwen..."

Damn, it's really annoying.At this moment, his handsome face appeared in my mind, which relieved a little bit of my urge to tear his mouth open.

If handsome guys are divided into ten levels, there is no doubt that my roommate must be the handsome guy at the top of the tenth level.

But unfortunately, he has a long mouth.

When he called my name 367 times, I finally couldn't take it anymore.

"Are you in heat?" I asked coldly.

He immediately stopped making noise, and at the critical moment when the air was so quiet that I was about to feel guilty about "doubting whether I had hurt him", he said in the tone of answering the teacher's question in class:

"Yes, do you have the heart to stand by and watch Qin Yiwen?"

Damn, it's hard, my fist is hard.