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

"Come on up, but there can be no physical contact."

Jin Bao'er eventually gave in.

He's just soft-hearted; he can't bear to see Zhao Yuheng suffer for him.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a warm, heavy figure pressed down on him, carrying a faint scent of soapberry.

Jin Bao'er's back stiffened, and his heart skipped a beat for no reason. Luckily, his bed was two meters wide, otherwise Zhao Yuheng would have had to curl up to sleep.

As soon as he got on, the bed started creaking. I was really afraid he would break it.

Zhao Yuheng kept his promise and simply lay quietly after coming up, without making any movement.

Jin Bao'er secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't know how he would face Zhao Yuheng if he really tried to get close to him again.

Should we accept it calmly, or tear each other apart and push each other away?

He couldn't bear either outcome.

……

Zhao Yuheng didn't say when he was leaving, and Jin Bao'er didn't ask either.

Anyway, after he came, my aunt scolded him less often, and the atmosphere at home seemed to have improved a lot.

Uncle doesn't always have a sullen face, Aunt doesn't start cursing at the drop of a hat, and Liu Yu doesn't lock herself in her room all day.

These subtle changes were all due to Zhao Yuheng's arrival.

Every day, he would help his aunt light the fire and cook pig feed, light his uncle's cigarettes, and sit and talk with him.

Jin Bao'er sometimes really felt that Zhao Yuheng was a real social bully.

He has different topics to talk about with different people, and he can make people want to join in the conversation. The things his uncle has said to him exceed the total number of things he has said to him in the past ten years.

Jin Bao'er felt inexplicably uneasy, yet she couldn't help but admire him; she truly admired him.

After delivering the last truckload of pears, Jin Bao'er returned and asked Liu Yu, who was still scrolling through her phone, "Where's Zhao Yuheng?"

"What else can I do? I'll go with Mom to the fields to weed."

Why aren't you going?

Jin Bao'er looked at her lazy and good-for-nothing cousin and was speechless.

"My mom was originally going alone, but Zhao Yuheng saw her and insisted on following her with a hoe." Liu Yu had no choice.

Jin Bao'er: "..."

In the afternoon, everyone sat around the table for a meal.

"Xiao Heng, eat this beef." Auntie said, pointing to the dish with her chopsticks.

Zhao Yuheng smiled and agreed, but didn't touch his chopsticks.

Jin Bao'er looked at the celery in the beef and suddenly had a wicked idea:

"Zhao Yuheng, eat up. Your aunt went to the market early this morning to buy this, and cooked it especially for you. We don't usually eat this."

He knew Zhao Yuheng didn't like celery, let's see what he does today.

"Don't talk nonsense. Xiao Heng, eat more." Auntie tacitly agreed with Jin Bao'er's words.

Zhao Yuheng gripped the chopsticks tightly, his fingertips slightly clenched.

His eyes quickly swept over Jin Bao'er, then looked at his aunt's eager face, paused for a moment, and his Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

Seeing his hesitant look, Jin Bao'er smiled quietly: "Hurry up and start eating."

His aunt enthusiastically picked up the plate and put the beef into his bowl, saying, "You usually eat so fast, why are you eating so slowly today?"

This tall guy eats a lot and enjoys his food; he's not picky about food.

Even if it's just plain water, he can still eat heartily. That's the kind of boy we should raise; he's easy to take care of.

Seeing this, Zhao Yuheng lowered his head and began to silently eat his rice.

Jin Bao'er saw that his expression hadn't changed and thought to herself: He can actually eat it?

He usually won't touch anything that contains even a little celery, and he always says he's a picky eater, but it turns out he just doesn't eat because no one forces him.

Jin Bao'er was a little disappointed that she didn't see the rejection she expected.

This big oaf is actually quite patient.

After dinner, Zhao Yuheng insisted on washing the dishes.

"No need, you can just stand. If you do all the work, what am I supposed to do?"

Jin Bao'er said irritably and pushed him away.

All they do all day is fawn over each other; I don't know what they're after.

Zhao Yuheng wasn't angry. He went inside, brought a stool, and sat down to watch.

Seeing that Jinbaoer had finished washing the first time, he got up to run the water and prepare to wash her a second time.

Jin Bao'er tried to get rid of him, but he wouldn't budge no matter how she called him, so she had no choice but to let him do it.

Only then did he notice that Zhao Yuheng was scratching his neck from time to time.

Jin Bao'er didn't pay much attention and went back to her room to lie down after washing the dishes.

After taking a shower, Zhao Yuheng lay back down on the bed. Seeing him sitting on the bed typing, he turned his head and asked, "Typing?"

Jin Bao'er quickly closed her laptop and pushed him away: "Go play on your phone, stop looking at random things all day long."

"Oh," Zhao Yuheng responded, moving to the side.

A short while later, Jin Bao'er caught a glimpse of him scratching his neck, face, and arms incessantly.

"What are you scratching? What did you rub against again?" He looked over irritably.

It would have been better if I hadn't looked, because I was shocked when I did.

Zhao Yuheng's entire body was covered in red spots.

Jin Bao'er panicked and reached out to lift his clothes, pausing when her fingertips touched his warm skin.

Her stomach and back were covered in red spots, and she panicked instantly: "What happened to you?"

Zhao Yuheng's brows furrowed from the itching, his voice hoarse and slightly aggrieved: "It seems like I'm having an allergic reaction."

"What did you do? Why are you having an allergic reaction?"

Seeing the red spots all over her body, Jin Bao'er was startled and her voice became anxious.

"They must have eaten celery."

"What? You're allergic to celery?"

"Yeah, I've had allergies since I was a child," he replied softly.

"Then why are you still eating?"

"You said it was made especially for me by my aunt..."

Jin Bao'er: "..."

He's going crazy!

How was Auntie's cooking?

Eating this will cause problems!

Jin Bao'er grabbed his wrist with such force that she was afraid he would run away, and said in a hurried and fierce tone: Stop talking nonsense and get out of here!

"It's alright, just bear with it," Zhao Yuheng tried to decline.

When I was a child, I was allergic to something. I ate celery a few times and was allergic to it. I never touched it again after that, and I never expected that I would have such a severe allergic reaction.

"Auntie, I'm taking Zhao Yuheng to the hospital; he's having an allergic reaction."

Jin Bao'er called out to her aunt, who was still talking to the neighbors in the yard, and pulled Zhao Yuheng onto the tricycle, heading towards the county town.

Throughout the entire process, Zhao Yuheng sat quietly to the side without saying a word, only occasionally scratching his arm lightly.

Upon arriving at the hospital, Jin Bao'er went to the emergency room.

He had heard that some allergies can actually be fatal.

"This allergy is quite severe. You should get an anti-allergy injection right away."

The doctor spoke urgently and quickly wrote out the prescription.

After hearing this, Jin Bao'er gripped the hem of her clothes tightly, her fingertips turning cold white.

After receiving the injection, Zhao Yuheng's itching subsided, and he stopped scratching.

What does it feel like to feel sorry for someone?

It felt like something was squeezing my heart, making it ache and I couldn't move.

Jin Bao'er sat on the tricycle, Zhao Yuheng stood beside her, the two enjoying the cool evening breeze.

On Zhao Yuheng's wrist, there were still red marks left from where Jin Bao'er had pulled him.

Jin Bao'er looked at his still-reddened profile and finally couldn't hold back anymore.

His voice trembled slightly: "Zhao Yuheng, what exactly do you want?!"