Help! My hunky roommate is begging me to touch his abs!

"You jinx! You killed your parents, and now you're trying to harm me!"

"Gan Jinbao, can you stop being so selfish? Even PhD students are delivering food these days, what's the point of you going to university?"

"Jinbao, we can't just think about ourselves. You should be considerate of your aunt and uncle. Don't go to university. Go out and work as soon as possible to help support the family."

……

"Passengers, welcome to Beijing North. This flight is about to conclude..."

As dreams and reality intertwined, Gan Jinbao suddenly opened his eyes.

Gan Jinbao was an orphan who was adopted by his aunt's family.

My aunt is a rural woman, and my uncle used to work on a construction site in the county town, but after breaking his leg, he stayed home to do farm work.

My cousin and I started university in the same year—because he skipped two grades, everyone thought he was the best student. Although we both got into the same city, his university was actually better than my cousin's.

But just because his cousin is his aunt's biological son, he is eligible to go to university, while he has to work to support his family.

But he was Gan Jinbao, and he was unwilling to be buried in obscurity. He was determined to leave that suffocating home.

After the college entrance examination, he went out to work and worked for three months. With the help of the national student loan from his hometown, after deducting the cost of the airfare, he had 5500 yuan left out of the 6000 yuan he earned from working.

That should be enough for living expenses during college. If not, you can do some part-time jobs.

Thinking about all this, the flight attendant had already opened the cabin door.

Jin Bao'er picked up her luggage and went outside.

The airport in northern Beijing is very large, even larger than the airport in his hometown of Kunming.

As he walked out of a passageway, he saw a sign in the distance that read "Caution: Slippery Floor".

But before he knew it, he slipped and fell backward.

Just when Jin Bao'er thought he was about to fall hard to the ground, a warm, thick hand suddenly held his waist tightly, and the burning heat of the body came through his white T-shirt.

Immediately afterwards, he felt himself being pulled into a strong, powerful arm.

In the instant he looked up, he saw a strong, handsome, and muscular man.

Yes, he's a real macho man!

Be careful.

The muscular man helped him steady, then picked up his suitcase and quickly left, as if he were in a hurry.

Jin Bao'er watched his departing figure.

The man, wearing a work vest, pulled a suitcase with his strong, muscular arms, looking like a walking embodiment of masculinity.

That's right, Jin Bao'er is a lesbian. She knew it in high school and even fell in love with her deskmate. Like most people like her, she was deeply involved, but in the end, she was discovered and ended up in a messy situation.

Jin Bao'er watched the figure disappear with lingering reluctance before pulling her suitcase and continuing forward.

……

In September, northern Beijing still felt the heat of summer.

As soon as Jin Bao'er stepped out of the airport, she felt a wave of heat hit her face, making her sweat profusely.

Before coming, he did his research. The airport was far from the school and there was no direct subway line. The cheapest way to get there was by airport bus.

So Jinbaoer followed the navigation to the bus station, asked the driver for the destination, paid 50 yuan for the fare, and got on the bus.

There weren't many people going in the direction of their school; we waited for almost an hour before the bus was only half full.

Many passengers were urging the driver to leave, but he said he would only start when the bus was at least half full.

The passengers didn't plan to change vehicles, since the airport bus was the cheapest option. The school was dozens of kilometers away, and a taxi would cost at least a hundred yuan.

Jin Bao'er leaned against the window seat, half asleep.

"Sir, my phone was stolen. Here's my watch as collateral for your fare, okay?"

A tall, muscular man walked from the bus door to the driver with his head down.

The driver looked him up and down, his wrinkled face expressionless: "No."

Don't be fooled by this man's respectable appearance; there are all sorts of scammers out there these days.

He thinks he can get 50 yuan for a watch? He's not that easy to fool.

The man was rejected again, his face betraying his disappointment: "Master, this watch is genuine, the very expensive kind."

He hurriedly took out the watch, ready to hand it to the driver.

"I don't want to look, I don't want to look, you just need to leave, you need to leave."

The driver waved impatiently, nearly knocking the meter to the ground.

The man felt even worse seeing the driver's aloof attitude.

God knows how many people he asked for help, but not a single one believed him.

It seems I have no choice but to swallow my pride and ask the police for help.

Just when he was at his wit's end, the most beautiful sound he had ever heard in his life rang out.

"Wait a minute, sir, let me pay for him."

Jin Bao'er, who had already woken up and was silently observing everything, stood up, picked up her phone, and scanned the QR code in front of the driver.

"50 yuan received via WeChat!"

The driver and the passenger next to him looked at Jin Bao'er as if she were an idiot.

"Please sit down."

Jin Bao'er tilted her head back indifferently and smiled at the tall man.

The tall man was the same one who had helped Jin Bao'er earlier, but she didn't recognize him at the moment.

The two eventually sat down together.

"Thanks, bro! Don't worry, I'll pay you back double once I get the money from the bank."

The man was filled with excitement and emotion. Heaven knows, as a rich second-generation heir, he had fallen to the point where he couldn't even borrow 50 yuan from anyone. And the person in front of him was his savior who saved him from his predicament!

"Hello, my name is Zhao Yuheng."

Zhao Yuheng extended his hand to Jin Bao'er with a serious expression.

Jin Bao'er was a little embarrassed, as this was the first time he had shaken hands with a stranger, but he still instinctively extended his hand: "Gan Jinbao, you can call me Jin Bao'er or Jinbao."

"Jinbao? Is it the same as the 'Jinbao' in 'gold ingot'?"

Zhao Yuheng asked.

Jin Bao'er smiled and nodded.

This guy was a real social climber. After putting down his luggage, he immediately put his arm around Jin Bao'er's shoulder and patted her hard twice.

"Let me tell you, there are so few honest and kind people like you these days..."

Zhao Yuheng's embrace was surprisingly strong.

Jin Bao'er felt a weight on his shoulder, and then a scalding heat flowed through that broad palm, penetrating his skin without any obstruction through the thin white T-shirt.

That was the explosive body temperature unique to adult men.

Jin Bao'er's body froze instantly, as if she had been frozen in place, and she even forgot to breathe.

He was forced to get close to the other person, his nose almost brushing against Zhao Yuheng's sweaty neck.

A faint, masculine scent, mixed with the smell of sunshine, wafted over him, domineeringly taking over all his senses.

"...People these days are so cold-hearted. Jinbao'er, you're such a good friend!"

Zhao Yuheng was completely unaware of the stiffness in the person's arms. Instead, he became more and more excited as he spoke, tightening his grip on the arm that was holding him. His thick arm muscles were taut, almost pulling Jin Bao'er's entire body into his embrace.

This damn, suffocatingly intimate distance!

Jin Bao'er's face flushed instantly, turning red from her ears to the roots of her neck.

He could clearly feel the rise and fall of the other person's chest, the firm muscle lines faintly visible through the fabric, full of power.

This guy is straight...

Jin Bao'er wailed in despair in her heart.

He instinctively tried to shrink to the side, attempting to create some distance.

But the bus seats were already cramped, and Zhao Yuheng was a tall, strong, and muscular man. Once he sat down, he took up half of the space.

Jin Bao'er's shrinking back didn't dodge; instead, it seemed as if she was actively moving closer to Zhao Yuheng.

His thigh accidentally bumped into the other person's leg.

The scalding heat emanated from through the pants once again.

Jin Bao'er's eyes involuntarily darted downwards out of the corner of her eye.

Because Zhao Yuheng was sitting, his legs had to be slightly apart.

Those were long, imposing legs, the muscles on their thighs taut beneath their work pants, trembling slightly with the bumps of the vehicle.

Along the edge of the loose trouser leg, a patch of thick leg hair could be vaguely seen...

Jin Bao'er suddenly closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Gan Jinbao, Gan Jinbao, can't you be a little more capable?

This is a public place, what kind of nonsense are you thinking about?

Zhao Yuheng was still talking non-stop about his "tragic experience," and as he spoke, he excitedly slapped his thigh with his free hand, making a "thump thump" sound.

With each pat, the trembling of the muscles seemed to travel through the air to Jin Bao'er's heart.

"Jinbao'er, why aren't you saying anything? Why is your face so red? Is it too hot in the car?"

Zhao Yuheng suddenly lowered his head, brought his face close to Jin Bao'er's, and looked at her with concern.

Their noses almost touched.

Jin Bao'er looked at the rugged, handsome face so close to her.

Looking into those clear, innocent eyes, I felt my heart pounding like thunder, as if it were about to leap out of my throat.

He hurriedly turned his head away, avoiding that burning gaze, his voice barely audible.

"No...no, it's probably just a bit hot."

"Oh, then I'll open the window wider for you."

As Zhao Yuheng spoke, he actually went to open the window.

The hand that was holding Jin Bao'er never let go; instead, it seemed like a natural habit.

Jin Bao'er felt the weight and warmth of the large hand on her shoulder, feeling ashamed, angry, and helpless.

These damn straight men, can't they have any sense of boundaries?!