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

If he and Zhao Yuheng continue to maintain this relationship.

Zhao Yuheng will always be good to him.

Similarly, Zhao Yuheng's social life will also bring him pain.

He couldn't guarantee that one day he wouldn't act impulsively and reveal everything to the public.

What will happen to Heng Ge then?

What should he do?

He did not go to see Zhao Yuheng.

After sending a message to Zhao Yuheng.

He placed his dishes in the washing area and left resolutely.

When Zhao Yuheng recovered and returned to his original spot, only his lonely lunchbox remained.

He searched for a while but couldn't find anyone. He took out his phone to make a call, only to find that Jin Bao'er had sent him a message.

Just three simple words: I'm leaving.

Zhao Yuheng felt a sudden emptiness in his heart, along with a sense of being neglected and wronged.

Normally, if he sneezes, Jin Bao'er would ask him a few questions anxiously. Today, he even vomited in order to answer Jin Bao'er's question. So why did he disappear?

Did my vomiting just now scare him away?

The more Zhao Yuheng thought about it, the more convinced he became that way.

I was thinking of quickly buying a cup of milk tea to apologize.

After thinking it over, Zhao Yuheng quickly finished eating.

After all, he just threw up most of his food. If he doesn't eat, he'll definitely be starving in the afternoon.

……

When Jin Bao'er woke up from her afternoon nap, she found that Zhao Yuheng had not returned.

She didn't speak to him either. Although she was determined to stay away, she still felt an indescribable sense of loss.

So he left the dormitory alone and went to the classroom.

As soon as he entered the classroom, Zhao Yuheng kept waving at him.

Then Jin Bao'er also saw the two extra-large cups of milk tea that were placed on his table.

It's still an auntie from Shanghai.

Jin Bao'er walked over expressionlessly.

"Jinbao'er, did I scare you when I threw up just now? I'm so sorry, please don't mind."

As Zhao Yuheng spoke, he stood up and gestured for Jin Bao'er to sit inside.

Because Zhao Yuheng's legs are relatively long, he has to stretch them out outside the aisle, otherwise he will feel uncomfortable.

Jin Bao'er looked down at the two cups of milk tea.

His face remained expressionless, but his heart was already churning with turmoil.

"Let me tell you, I originally ordered takeout, but the delivery guy canceled it halfway through, making me wait for him for more than half an hour for nothing. Then I had to go queue up myself, so I didn't go back to the dorm."

Zhao Yuheng explained in a rambling manner, then picked up one of Jin Bao'er's favorite mango smoothies, inserted a straw, and pushed it in front of Jin Bao'er.

"It is too sweet."

Jin Bao'er coldly interrupted him.

Zhao Yuheng paused for a moment, then pushed his own cup over.

"Oh? If it's too sweet, then drink mine. Mine is only 30% sweet."

"I don't like grape-flavored drinks."

Before the hand that had been pushed away could be pulled back, Jin Bao'er added another sentence.

Zhao Yuheng was so angry he laughed, a helpless yet amused smile playing on his lips.

"Oh my god, what flavor do you want to drink? Tell me, I'll go buy it later."

Zhao Yuheng stared at Jin Bao'er, his eyes filled with a hint of doting affection, as if to say, "Why are you so difficult to please?"

"There are still 20 minutes left, let's go buy it now."

Jin Bao'er raised her eyelids, her tone flat yet laced with sarcasm.

"I want it heated up, with 30% sugar, mango pomelo sago, and also taro balls, pudding, tapioca pearls, fruit pieces..."

Listen to Jin Bao'er read out all the ingredients.

Zhao Yuheng laughed in exasperation and turned his head away: "Fine, fine, I'll buy it for you."

He stood up abruptly, grabbed his phone, and strode towards the door.

Jin Bao'er watched that angry figure walk away.

I have mixed feelings in my heart.

Surprisingly, Zhao Yuheng actually agreed to his difficult request.

He just wanted Zhao Yuheng to back down.

He underestimated how good Heng Ge was to him.

……

Just one minute before class started.

Zhao Yuheng ran in carrying mango pomelo sago that met all his requirements.

It was sunny outside, and Zhao Yuheng, who had run in, was already drenched in sweat.

He is also prone to sweating, and by this time, his white T-shirt was soaked with sweat.

His entire chest was pressed tightly against his firm pectoral muscles, rising and falling with his rapid breathing.

Jin Bao'er felt a tightness in her throat and had no mood to appreciate the beauty.

Because a cup of high-quality mango pomelo sago has already been placed in front of you.

"See? Are you satisfied?"

Zhao Yuheng handed it to Jin Bao'er and placed it in front of him without looking at him again.

She simply grabbed the front of her shirt and kept fanning herself.

Then his chest began to vibrate, and he gasped for breath.

He might have been angry, but he didn't say much.

The mango pomelo sago dessert placed in front of Jin Bao'er remained untouched.

"Drink it."

Zhao Yuheng, panting, turned his head to look at Jin Bao'er.

"Suddenly I don't want to drink it anymore."

Jin Bao'er didn't look at him; her hand trembled slightly as she pushed the cup of mango pomelo sago back to him.

He dared not look at Zhao Yuheng's expression.

Zhao Yuheng's current reaction must be one of shock.

They're definitely angry.

I want to beat him to death.

But what could he do?

What else could he say?

Let's break off our friendship.

They said we weren't suited to be brothers.

That's incredibly lacking in emotional intelligence.

But isn't it a bit too tasteless to waste someone's sincerity like this?

But it is also the most efficient way.

Make him hate you.

……

During class, Jin Bao'er kept looking at the blackboard, but her mind was not on the knowledge at all.

Zhao Yuheng, who was standing next to him, kept staring at him.

Jin Bao'er didn't dare to look over at all, because she was afraid of being questioned and afraid of meeting Heng Ge's eyes, which might be filled with anger.

Midway through class, Zhao Yuheng suddenly got up and walked out.

The teacher said that if I need to go to the toilet, I can go directly without asking for permission.

So he didn't attract much attention when he walked out.

Only Jin Bao'er was paying attention to his every move.

Watching that figure disappear through the door, Jin Bao'er dropped the pen in her hand onto the table with a "clatter".

He didn't know what to do either.

Following the previous pattern.

Shouldn't it be the straight man who hurts her, and then she disappears in despair?

How come he's the one hurting straight men now?

My apologies, my apologies.

……

Zhao Yuheng played basketball all afternoon.

On the basketball court, they called over both the eldest and second eldest brothers.

I also teamed up with others and played several basketball games.

Finally, exhausted, the three of them sat on the ground, panting heavily.

Zhao Yuheng then told the two of them about what happened to Jin Bao'er that day.

I want to ask them if they know why this is.

"I don't think throwing up will make Jinbaoer hate you, right?"

The eldest brother took a sip of water and said, panting.

"Yes, that's definitely not it. You took care of him all night last night, so you're practically his benefactor. How could you be so petty?"

The second brother analyzed with a serious expression, "You must have done something to make them angry."

After all, in their eyes, Jinbao'er was an honest, quiet, studious, hardworking and conscientious child.

Their clothes were washed by Jinbaoer.

Jin Bao'er usually cleans the dormitory.

Their dorm room was never full of trash.

And he never had any bad habits.

She often spent time with Zhao Yuheng.

Sometimes they both felt that Zhao Yuheng and Jin Bao'er were isolating them.

It was only later that they discovered that it was simply Zhao Yuheng isolating the two of them.

Because Zhao Yuheng only calls them when he's playing video games or basketball; he never calls them at other times.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yuheng's anger subsided, replaced by confusion and guilt.

What did I do?

What could make Jinbao so angry?

Even the tough guy was helpless; he could only grab his hair and stare at the court with a troubled expression.