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

"Hey girl across the street, look over here..."

"Look over here..."

"The performance here is fantastic..."

Zhao Yuheng shook his thick, powerful calves.

He hummed a song with fairly standard pitch, but his nonchalant attitude was so irritating he looked like he deserved a beating.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that Jin Bao'er was struggling to hold up several pairs of underwear with a clothes hanger!

It looks familiar.

He quickly craned his neck to follow Jinbao's movements and looked under his bed.

Jin Bao'er was neatly hanging the two pairs of underwear that were still dripping wet, as well as the ones that had dried a few days ago, on the railing at the foot of his bed!

"What are you doing!"

Although Zhao Yuheng shouted fiercely, his ears turned red uncontrollably.

Since starting school and learning to avoid suspicion, he even refused to let his own mother wash his underwear.

Now... this kid has actually "touched" it.

At the time, he was just thinking about it, but when he actually got his hands on it, he felt a little embarrassed.

"I just washed it while I was at it. Heng-ge, you can hang your underwear here from now on, it'll be more convenient."

After Jin Bao'er finished speaking, she lowered her head like a frightened quail and quickly crawled into the lower bunk.

Shame to death!

"I hid all my underwear in the corner of the drying room, how did you find them? And you brought them all back to me without missing a single one?"

Zhao Yuheng asked, puzzled, his tone carrying a hint of inquiry.

Jin Bao'er: "..."

Do you mean if you wear only one pair of underwear in front of yourself every night, how could you not remember?

Of course, he couldn't say it, because if he did, he wouldn't get this benefit anymore.

"Because there's no floor larger than this."

Jin Bao'er spoke in a hoarse voice, spouting nonsense with a straight face.

"What?!"

"Jinbao'er, say that again!"

"What do you mean your Heng-ge's size is the biggest?!"

The eldest and second eldest were the first to stick their heads out in protest.

Zhao Yuheng couldn't help but let his lips curl into a wild smile, revealing a set of white teeth, and his roguish charm came through.

"Don't you have any self-awareness about your own abilities? Want to show them off?"

Boss: "..."

Second son: "..."

Jin Bao'er silently added insult to injury in her mind.

Yeah.

Finally, the eldest and second eldest brothers looked at Zhao Yuheng's smug expression.

There was nothing we could do but let it go.

"Gan Jinbao, let me tell you, don't think you can just wash my underwear and let bygones be bygones. I'll remember this for the rest of my life and I will never forgive you."

A deep, slightly arrogant voice came from the upper bunk.

These words were like a bucket of cold water, splashing Jin Bao'er's newly ignited hope.

He had just thought that helping Heng-ge wash his underwear might ease the tension between them, but it seems there's still a long way to go.

But he will not give up.

……

There were no classes the next afternoon.

Zhao Yuheng, along with his two older brothers, grabbed a basketball and ran towards the playground.

Jin Bao'er watched the three hurried figures and thought that she would have to pass by the playground on her way to the library, so maybe... she should go and watch Heng Ge play basketball?

Let's see if there's a chance to coax him.

The warm sunlight streamed across the entire playground, and the air was filled with the "thud" of basketballs hitting the ground.

It's very rhythmic and full of the smell of hormones and sweat.

Jin Bao'er stuffed three or four bottles of chilled mineral water into her backpack and went to the basketball court.

The stadium was huge, and it took Jin Bao'er quite a while to locate Zhao Yuheng in the crowd.

He found a step to sit on and sat down, his eyes fixed on the figure.

Today, Zhao Yuheng wore a black basketball uniform, which added to his sporty vibe, and on his feet were a pair of limited-edition, expensive sneakers.

Of course, after looking at it for a while, Jin Bao'er also thought it looked cool, especially on Zhao Yuheng.

Zhao Yuheng typically plays center to rebound due to his height and weight advantage.

As long as he stands under the basket, he's a wall; almost no one can get past him.

When opponents play against him, they generally have no choice but to shoot from long range or mid-range.

If you dare to shoot a mid-range shot in front of him, you'll most likely get your shot blocked.

This wasn't the first time Jin Bao'er had watched Zhao Yuheng play basketball, but each time she watched, she had a different feeling.

Sweat soaked Zhao Yuheng's buzz cut, and each strand of hair clung distinctly to his forehead.

The biceps and pectoral muscles, accentuated by the exertion, were exceptionally prominent in the sunlight as they undulated with the movements.

At that moment, one of the opposing players dribbled the ball very fast, charging straight towards the basket and rushing inside.

Zhao Yuheng's teammates tried to stop him, but failed.

Just as Zhao Yuheng was about to cover, another opponent who was trying to grab the rebound blocked his way.

The person who rushed in jumped up suddenly, intending to deliver a stylish dunk over the opponent.

As a result, because his center of gravity was too far forward, and someone was blocking his abdomen, he was like a lever that had lost its balance. His front half was forward and his back half was still behind. It looked like he was about to tilt and fall headfirst!

The opponent blocking Zhao Yuheng's path had his back to the person rushing in and was completely unaware of the dangerous scene.

If the fall is solid, it can cause a concussion at best, and cervical spine injury at worst.

Zhao Yuheng's expression tightened instantly, and he didn't have time to think.

Just as the man's head was about to fall to the ground, he suddenly turned to the side, dodging the person blocking his way like a nimble cheetah, and stretched out his long arm to firmly grab the man's waist.

Despite the immense downward force, Zhao Yuheng remained unmoved and managed to lift the person up.

That's how they managed to rescue the person without any real danger.

Actually, in Zhao Yuheng's view, this kind of thing was an unconscious instinct for him, a simple act that was not worth mentioning.

After being rescued and regaining his footing, the person quickly grasped Zhao Yuheng's hand and thanked him repeatedly.

The eldest and second eldest were also shocked, but now that they've been rescued, they wear proud smiles.

Their third son's playing style is simply unparalleled.

Although you're guaranteed to get blocked when you shoot in front of him, if you're already off-balance, he'd rather let you score than risk injuring you while trying to block your shot.

"It's nothing, we're all brothers."

Zhao Yuheng patted the man's shoulder with a relaxed smile on his face, but his eyes seemed to drift towards the sidelines.

He didn't look directly at Jin Bao'er, but a determined smile appeared on his lips.

Hmph, that last move combined power and skill.

Little brat, aren't you head over heels for me?

Jin Bao'er was truly stunned!

Wow, Heng Ge's rescue move was absolutely awesome!

He grabbed that tall guy in one go, showing off his incredible boyfriend strength!

I wish I were the one being hugged!

The closest they ever got to each other was when they went to the movies last time, and that experience was truly unforgettable.

Under the watchful eyes of the audience, Zhao Yuheng played even harder, blocking shots so hard that his opponents questioned their existence.

He even ran to the center line and took a few mid-range shots or three-pointers, with an alarmingly high accuracy rate.

He made another beautiful three-pointer.

The moment he landed, he habitually glanced at Jin Bao'er out of the corner of his eye.

That one look almost made him explode with anger.

Jin Bao'er was looking down, her fingers flying across the phone screen, not even glancing at him.

Zhao Yuheng's expression immediately darkened, his thick eyebrows furrowed tightly, and a nameless anger suddenly surged up in his heart.

This kid! He's actually playing on his phone?!

Who was I showing off for just now? Who was I risking my life for?

"Hello!"

Zhao Yuheng, who was resting after the match, was panting heavily, covered in sweat and moisture, and took a few steps to Jin Bao'er's side.

He snatched the phone from his hand and slammed it down on the steps next to him with a "smack".

He looked down at Jin Bao'er and said fiercely:

"You came to watch me play basketball, but you're not even watching properly. Is your phone prettier than mine, or is your game more fun? If you don't like watching, go home!"