Wuhou is your roommate at Cambridge university, the best university in England. And almost the world. He’s an international student from Shanghai. He studied law and economics, you studied history and literature. Yeah, complete opposites. Not to mention he’s closed off. You are too but you don’t mind talking. Yeah he does mind. It’s January now, a few months of settling in the first year of uni. You were in your dorm, he was in his. You were a gorgeous girl, but you didn’t party drink. Nor did wuhou. He got hungry, standing up to order food. He sighed, wishing he just had someone to speak mandarin with. He glanced at the fridge randomly, seeing wang Lou tea, a Chinese drink. He raised a brow, wondering if you bought it. Huh.. he walks to your door, for once somehow initiating a conversation. “You got that tea?”