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

When Zhao Yuheng returned, he noticed that Jinbao, who was on the lower bunk, was breathing long but shallow, indicating that he was not asleep yet.

He didn't rush to lie down, but just idly scrolled through his WeChat Moments.

My finger, as if possessed, stopped in the private group of the photo album.

That's a candid photo I took today of Jinbao catching up on sleep while lying on the table.

The person in the photo has their neck hunched, and their profile is soft.

Like a kitten whose fur has been stroked, her eyelashes are still trembling slightly.

The more Zhao Yuheng looked at him, the more pleasing he found him to the eye, and he couldn't suppress the smile on his lips.

He stared at the screen for a long time before clicking on the settings without hesitation.

I set this photo as my phone's lock screen wallpaper.

After doing all this, he turned off the screen, and with the dim light coming in from the window, he stretched his arms behind his head, rested his head on his arms, and closed his eyes to lie down.

In the darkness, his mind was filled with Jin Bao'er's soft, sleeping face.

Even their breathing became softer unconsciously, as if afraid of disturbing something.

……

A few days later, Zhao Yuheng and a few of his buddies returned from playing games at an internet cafe.

The night breeze was slightly cool, but it couldn't dispel the spirited air about him.

"You guys go back first, I'm going to the photocopy shop to pick up some things."

He stopped and spoke to his brothers behind him.

"What? You actually secretly copied the documents and did it behind our backs?"

His brothers looked at him with expressions of "heartache" and "anger" that were also mocking.

"No, please print out some identification information for my brother."

Zhao Yuheng looked completely at ease, but his tone carried a subtle hint of protectiveness.

The brothers exchanged glances, their eyes conveying a knowing look: "Jinbao'er?"

"Um."

Zhao Yuheng responded with a snort.

"Zhao Yuheng, are you sure you're not gay?"

One of the brothers mischievously nudged his shoulder, trying to find a clue in his face.

Zhao Yuheng listened to his buddy's words, and said, neither angry nor irritable, "Even if all the men in the world were gay, I would never be gay."

The guys chuckled and said, "So what's the point of you sticking to her like a leech every day?"

"Yeah, we sit together in class, walk together after class, and even have to invite each other to the cafeteria."

"If they didn't dislike those smoky internet cafes, you probably would have dragged them there anyway, right?"

Zhao Yuheng was speechless for a moment, and his ears inexplicably felt hot: "..."

"Isn't that how normal brothers are? These days, isn't it common to have meal buddies or study buddies?"

He gave a serious explanation, trying to cover up his momentary guilt.

Seeing his expression, the three of them stopped teasing him.

Indeed, if even Heng Ge (a nickname for a male celebrity) were gay, there probably wouldn't be any straight men left in the world.

A few minutes later, Zhao Yuheng walked out of the photocopy shop with copies of his household registration book and ID card.

By the light of the streetlamp, he curiously glanced at Jinbao's birthdate: August 23, 2002.

Every year in August, around the time of summer vacation.

This kid is actually more than a year younger than me; he's practically a little brother.

Zhao Yuheng felt a strange sense of satisfaction, thinking that it was only natural for him to be his older brother.

Even if he is actually older than me.

With his easy-to-bully appearance, I have to act as his older brother and protect him.

He then looked at other information, especially the family information section, and felt a little heavy-hearted after reading it.

Finally, Zhao Yuheng carefully put the documents away, took the document bag, and quickly returned to his dormitory.

These materials were prepared by Kampar for his scholarship application.

This whole thing has been going on for almost a month, it's been incredibly complicated.

Zhao Yuheng wanted to ask Jinbao directly how much the amount was.

He thought he could just transfer the money to him himself, but he knew that Jinbao, with his stubborn temper, would never ask for his money for no reason.

He would always refuse to have a meal with me, like a sensitive little hedgehog that is protective of its food.

"Baby, I got your copy back."

Zhao Yuheng pushed open the dormitory door, his voice tinged with laughter, the last syllable drawn out.

Jin Bao'er was looking down at her book when she heard him and looked up at him with clear eyes.

The eldest and second eldest brothers also looked up at the sound, their gazes sweeping between the two men.

Jin Bao'er felt a shiver run through her body when she was called "Bao'er". Her cheeks flushed slightly with embarrassment, and her ears quickly turned pink.

The eldest and second eldest brothers wisely kept quiet.

They simply exchanged a smile, their eyes clearly conveying: "We've hit the jackpot."

Zhao Yuheng didn't find the nickname strange at all; he just felt that his relationship with Jinbao had taken another step closer.

After their last argument, he was even more afraid of losing this brother and kept thinking about doing something to make up for it, so he subconsciously called out "Bao'er".

Anyway, his original name was Jin Bao'er. Removing the "Jin" makes it much more endearing, no problem.

"Don't be so ambiguous, bro. Anyone who didn't know better would think you have a crush on me."

Jin Bao'er sighed helplessly, twirling her pen in her hand, trying to hide the turmoil in her heart.

"Is that not okay? I just really like you."

Zhao Yuheng stared at him with his deep black eyes.

His gaze was intense, as if he wanted to see through his skin to his very bones; he looked incredibly serious.

Jin Bao'er's heart skipped a beat; she almost believed this nonsense.

His gaze was so focused, like an invisible net, completely enveloping him.

"Okay, okay, then call me 'husband' and let me hear it."

Jin Bao'er is a master at pretending to be a straight man; as long as she's not embarrassed, it's others who are.

After listening, Zhao Yuheng put the document on the table.

He strode over and sat down in the chair next to Jinbao, his thighs almost touching.

Before Jinbao could react, he put his arm around his shoulder.

The large, warm palm covered half of Jinbao's back.

"What? Even if I like you, I'm still a top guy, you're the one who should be calling me 'husband'."

Jin Bao'er's body stiffened instantly when she was suddenly hugged, but then relaxed.

In the eyes of straight men, apart from kissing, it seems that when brothers solve their physical problems together, it's just about helping each other.

Jin Bao'er muttered to herself.

If you really call out, would you dare to answer?

Seeing that Jin Bao'er wouldn't open her mouth, Zhao Yuheng suddenly had a wicked idea.

A thick arm grabbed his neck and pulled him into its embrace.

"Should I call you 'husband' or not?"

He used a bit of force, and Jin Bao'er's body was forced to wrap tightly around him, almost lying on top of him.

I could clearly feel the man's strong heartbeat on my back, and his burning body temperature seeped through the thin fabric of his clothes.

And the pleasant scent of lavender emanating from Zhao Yuheng instantly filled Jin Bao'er's breath.

"No, no."

Jin Bao'er was still being stubborn, but her voice sounded muffled because of the close proximity.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Yuheng freed one hand, slid it down his waist, and made a move to grab between his legs: "Are you going to scream or not? Are you going to scream or not?"

His hands were covered in rough calluses, and you could feel the heat even through his pants; wherever they touched, it felt like an electric current was being generated.

Jin Bao'er instinctively squeezed her legs together, but she still couldn't escape the mischievous hand, which lightly scratched her inner thigh.

"Should we call out or not?"

Zhao Yuheng leaned close to his ear, his warm breath spraying onto Jin Bao'er's sensitive earlobe, his voice low and husky.

Jin Bao'er trembled, her defenses completely crumbling: "Husband...husband..."

He could only cry out in resentment, his voice soft and sweet, carrying a hint of pleading.

Zhao Yuheng finally released his grip with satisfaction, but instead of letting go immediately, he pinched his cheek.

He was so fond of it that he couldn't put it down: "Why didn't you call me earlier?"

After saying that, he slowly got up and, in front of Jin Bao'er, casually took off his coat and pants.

He revealed his firm, toned abs and V-line, then casually grabbed some underwear from the bedside table and put it on.

Jin Bao'er: "..."

Does this straight man really enjoy showing off his physique in front of others?

He quickly looked away, his heart pounding as if it were about to jump out of his throat, his face burning hot.

……

Finally, Jin Bao'er lay on the bed, opened her phone, and looked at the online courses she had purchased.

The content of the class seemed familiar to him, so he searched for it on WeChat, not giving up.

As it turned out, I actually found the exact same one.

The content is exactly the same, except the other party changed it to a PPT format, and it's a free article from a WeChat official account!

Jinbao suddenly felt like the sky had fallen.

No, I was scammed!

That was 500 yuan, money he had saved up by scrimping and saving, and he bought a so-called "advanced skills course," which turned out to be a pirated copy he had taken from someone else's WeChat official account!

Jin Bao'er was heartbroken and wanted to cry, so she hugged her blanket and rolled around on the bed.

Damn liar!

He just wanted to learn some writing skills, how could he have been scammed?

That 500 yuan is enough for his living expenses for half a month, enough for several big meals.

Jin Bao'er was so angry that she couldn't sleep that night.

The next morning, Zhao Yuheng, who had finished getting ready, noticed that Jinbao had two huge dark circles under his eyes and looked as listless as a wilted eggplant.

"Did you go thief last night?"

Zhao Yuheng frowned, reached out and touched his forehead. It was ice-cold to the touch, only his cheeks were surprisingly hot. "You have a fever?"

"I'm alright, I don't have a fever."

Jinbao weakly dodged his hand, even as he looked at the energetic and handsome Heng Ge in front of him.

He couldn't muster any enthusiasm, after all, his "food for survival" was gone.

Zhao Yuheng didn't ask any further questions, assuming he had just stayed up late.

Class was about to start, and without saying a word, he grabbed Jin Bao'er's wrist, his palm dry and warm, and forcibly pushed him towards the classroom.