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

Zhao Yuheng looked at Wang Meng coldly.

He hadn't intended to intervene; he just wanted the eldest and second eldest brothers to help Jinbao vent his anger.

But looking at Wang Meng's arrogant and domineering manner, I thought of Jin Bao'er's pitiful eyes and swollen face.

And with his bandaged forehead, the anger in his heart reignited.

He pushed the eldest brother to the back.

"Didn't I tell you to get lost? Are you deaf?!"

Zhao Yuheng grabbed Wang Meng by the collar, his voice like that of an enraged lion, making everyone's scalp tingle.

After yelling, he threw Wang Meng hard onto the bed.

"Apologize!"

Zhao Yuheng took a breath and shouted.

Wang Meng, who was still trembling on the bed, opened his eyes wide when he heard this voice.

His two roommates stood or sat shakily on their beds, afraid that the anger would spread to them.

"Didn't you hear me? I told you to apologize!"

Zhao Yuheng grabbed Wang Meng's neck tightly with his rough, large hand.

This action, just like Wang Meng choking Hu Xiaowen today, made Wang Meng feel humiliated and ashamed.

But this man was stronger than I had imagined.

He was being pinched so hard he could barely breathe, and he had a strange feeling.

If I don't apologize, I really will be strangled.

"I apologize, I apologize."

Wang Meng kept patting Zhao Yuheng's thick forearm.

Zhao Yuheng threw him back onto the bed, then made way for him, put his hands on his hips, and stared intently at him.

Wang Meng then stood up, panting heavily, and looked at Jin Bao'er.

"sorry."

"I haven't eaten!"

Zhao Yuheng, standing nearby, roared in dissatisfaction.

"I'm sorry, Gan Jinbao, I was wrong, I shouldn't have hit you!"

Wang Meng felt as if these people were constantly stomping on his face, making him lose all face and his dignity trampled into the ground.

Jin Bao'er was at a loss when she saw this scene.

No one ever stood up for him or made the other person apologize after he was bullied.

When I was a child, I was bullied, and my teacher would say, "It takes two to tango."

My aunt would say, "Our family is poor, don't go looking for trouble."

So he was bullied, but he almost never told his family.

And today, someone went to great lengths in the middle of the night, calling on classmates to stand up for him—the same person he had been desperately trying to push away.

Coupled with the pain in her forehead and face, her guilt towards Zhao Yuheng, and the long-term repression, tears fell like small pearls.

Nobody wants to play with someone who has deformed fingers...

Nobody wants to stand up for an unlikable child...

It was only at this moment that Jin Bao'er realized that Zhao Yuheng was looking at her and saw his face covered in tears.

At this moment, Zhao Yuheng was no longer angry, but instead had an unusual emotion.

It seems like she feels sorry for him.

Jin Bao'er bravely wiped away her tears.

"An insect got into my eye."

He said it casually, and no one believed his reason, but no one called him out either.

"Do you still have today's medical bill?"

Zhao Yuheng spoke again.

Upon hearing this, Jin Bao'er quickly felt her pockets and pulled out an invoice from her pants pocket.

Zhao Yuheng took it, saw that it was 125 yuan, and then slapped it hard on Wang Meng.

"After reimbursing your medical expenses and paying compensation for emotional distress, 200 yuan isn't unreasonable!"

When Wang Meng heard that it would cost another 200 yuan, his eyes widened in surprise.

"Um?"

Zhao Yuheng glared at him.

Seeing this, the eldest and second eldest brothers stepped forward, as if to say something.

If you dare say "no," I'll twist your head off.

Finally, Wang Meng reluctantly transferred 200 yuan to Gan Jinbao'er, and even made a special note saying "medical expenses".

Before leaving, Zhao Yuheng spat in front of Wang Meng.

"From now on, watch out for us, or we'll beat you to death."

Zhao Yuheng uttered harsh words and strode away.

The group left the dormitory.

I'm going out for a bit.

Zhao Yuheng didn't tell the others where he was going before striding downstairs.

"Wasn't the dormitory door closed?"

The eldest brother reached out to stop him, but before he could finish speaking, the person had already gone down to the second floor.

Finally, the eldest and second eldest brothers took Jinbao back to the dormitory.

"Jin Bao'er, next time someone bullies you, just tell us. Did we three musclemen train for nothing? We're more than enough to back you up."

The eldest brother put his hands on Jinbao's shoulders and said with a serious expression.

Jin Bao'er nodded repeatedly, deeply moved; he really wanted to thank them.

Thank you for standing up for me, thank you for being so good to me.

……

Jin Bao'er lay on the bed and waited for a long time, but Zhao Yuheng still didn't come back.

The dormitory was quiet, with only the even breathing of the eldest and second eldest brothers.

Jin Bao'er took out her phone and sent a WeChat message to Heng Ge.

"Heng-ge, where did you go? When are you coming back?"

The message was sent out, but it disappeared without a trace.

Jin Bao'er stared at the chat interface, the wound on her left cheek still throbbing faintly; it was a mark left by Wang Meng.

He leaned against the headboard, his eyelids growing heavier and heavier, his mind preoccupied with someone.

But her body couldn't withstand the exhaustion of the late night, and she drifted off to sleep against the wall.

After an unknown amount of time, my hand was suddenly hit by something hard.

"Well……"

Jin Bao'er suddenly woke up, and the instantaneous feeling of weightlessness almost made him fall over.

By the faint moonlight streaming in through the window, he saw a white plastic bag on his chest.

Before he could react, the upper bunk made a soft creaking sound.

It is Zhao Yuheng.

He picked up the bag with trembling hands and saw it clearly in the dim light of his phone screen.

It contains a tube of ointment to reduce swelling and relieve pain, and a box of anti-inflammatory medicine.

Was this medicine a gift from Heng Ge?

Did he go out to buy medicine so late at night?

Jin Bao'er checked the time on her phone and saw it was already 2:15 a.m.

At this hour, pharmacies should have been closed long ago. Where did he buy it?

The dormitory gate was locked, so how did he get out?

A series of questions flooded his mind, and every answer seemed to point to the troubles Zhao Yuheng had gone through for him.

Just then, the phone screen lit up; it was a WeChat message from Hu Xiaowen.

Upon clicking, I found it was a secretly taken photo.

The background of the photo is the window of the dormitory supervisor on the first floor.

Under the flash, a tall figure with his back to the camera, holding two packs of cigarettes, was stuffing them into the hands of the dormitory supervisor.

That figure, broad and stubborn, even if you can't see the face clearly, Jin Bao'er can recognize it as Zhao Yuheng at a glance.

Hu Xiaowen's message popped up immediately afterward: "Jinbao'er, look at this big idiot! I just got up in the middle of the night and saw him."

He had just climbed over the wall to buy medicine, and when he came back, the old man had to give him two packs of cigarettes before he would open the door.

These two packs of cigarettes are enough for me to eat several good meals. What a sucker!

Jin Bao'er stared at the photo, her vision instantly blurring.

He imagined Zhao Yuheng running frantically through the streets late at night looking for a 24-hour pharmacy, and imagined him awkwardly bowing his head to offer a cigarette to the dormitory supervisor.

This man sometimes doesn't even bother to grab a bottle of water.

She was too lazy to even bring tissues, yet she spent two whole hours fussing over his minor injury late at night.

Jin Bao'er bit her lip tightly, tears falling silently like broken pearls onto the quilt, instantly soaking a large area.

In the darkness, he murmured softly, his voice so low that only he could hear it: "Heng-ge... how can you be so good to me..."

You've been so good to me, how could I bear to leave you in the future?

You're so good to me, how could I possibly tell you that I'm actually a pervert who likes you?