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

Jin Bao'er looked at his ears, which were flushed red with anxiety, and couldn't help but chuckle softly.

He leaned forward, deliberately lowering his voice: "Oh? Then tell me, what makes him seem like a bad person?"

Zhao Yuheng felt extremely uncomfortable under his gaze, and abruptly took half a step back, but his eyes remained fixed on him.

"Just look at his muscles and his face, he doesn't look like a well-behaved person."

He spouted nonsense with his neck stiff, but his hands unconsciously clenched into fists.

Jin Bao'er raised an eyebrow and deliberately sighed, "What a pity. You seem safe and well-behaved, but you don't like me."

Zhao Yuheng: "..."

……

The wooden floor of the basketball court gleamed from the sweat.

The team members had just finished a friendly match and were all slumped on the bench, panting heavily.

Zhao Yuheng wiped his sweat with a towel, but his gaze drifted uncontrollably toward the school gate.

When the group dispersed, he saw Liu Feng sidle up to Jin Bao'er again, and they were talking about something.

His teammate nudged his arm and winked, "Heng-ge, what are you spacing out for? Your eyes are glued to Jinbao'er."

Zhao Yuheng paused, his ears instantly turning red.

He threw the towel at him and snapped, "What nonsense are you spouting?"

His teammates dodged the towel and laughed even louder, their voices echoing throughout the rest area.

"Then why are you always picking on Liu Feng? You took his place last week, and you're arguing with him again today. I think you just like Jin Bao'er and you're jealous!"

As soon as he said that, several teammates around him started to jeer.

Zhao Yuheng's face turned even redder, as if his secret had been exposed, and he stubbornly refused to admit it:

"Bullshit!"

"I just can't stand Liu Feng's hypocritical attitude."

"Jin Bao'er is too naive and easily deceived by him."

He spoke with a strong voice, but inside he was extremely flustered, afraid that someone would see through his hidden thoughts.

Only he knew that the thought of Jin Bao'er being taken away by someone else made his heart ache.

His teammate, however, wasn't buying it. He raised an eyebrow and deliberately drawled out his words:

"Oh? You don't like it?"

"But I heard that Liu Feng is determined to get Jin Bao'er, and he's going on another date with her this weekend."

These words were like a thorn chilled to the bone, piercing precisely into Zhao Yuheng's heart.

His hand gripping the towel tightened suddenly, his knuckles turning white, and the composure he had just maintained shattered instantly.

Willing to win.

Dating.

These words echoed repeatedly in his mind, disturbing his peace of mind.

Yes, Liu Feng is good-looking, has a good figure, and is good at sweet-talking Jin Bao'er.

Jin Bao'er is so carefree, she might actually be fooled.

Anxiety surged up like a tide, enveloping his heart and making it hard to breathe.

He suddenly stood up, grabbed his coat which was lying to the side, and walked with a hurried pace.

His teammates looked at his back, exchanged a knowing smile, and their eyes were full of understanding.

at night.

The breathing in the dormitory was very soft, with only the occasional breeze from outside the window brushing against the glass.

Zhao Yuheng tossed and turned, unable to sleep, his mind filled with Jin Bao'er's casual remark from earlier that day.

As drowsiness finally crept in, he fell into a chaotic dream.

The scene in the dream was blurry, as if it were covered by a layer of fog.

Jin Bao'er's face was too clear to be true; her eyes were red, her eyelashes were wet, and she was clutching his clothes, her voice trembling with tears as she softly pleaded, "Brother Heng... let me go..."

He didn't know what he was doing; he just felt his blood burning and his throat was dry and tight.

He just wanted to hold the person in his arms, and he just wanted to hear him call his name one more time.

As he drifted into unconsciousness, he seemed to brush against Jin Bao'er's warm neck.

As dawn broke, Zhao Yuheng suddenly woke up.

The dormitory was quiet. Jin Bao'er's bed was empty; she must have gotten up early to wash up.

He felt weak all over, and his heart was pounding as if it would shatter his ribs.

The images from my dream were still flashing before my eyes: Jin Bao'er's tearful eyes, her reddened corners, and her tearful pleas for mercy.

He stiffened and looked down, touching a cool sensation.

His face flushed instantly, turning red from his ears to the base of his neck.

He frantically reached for his pants, and the sensation on his fingertips almost made him jump.

Zhao Yuheng abruptly lay back down, pulled the blanket over his head, his heart still pounding wildly.

He actually dreamed about Jin Bao'er.

It's still that kind of... dream.

He's straight.

How could he dream of doing that kind of thing with Jin Bao'er?

My mind is a jumbled mess. One moment I see Jin Bao'er raising his eyebrows and smiling during the day, and the next I see him crying and begging for mercy in my dream.

Zhao Yuheng scratched his hair in frustration, belatedly realizing that his feelings for Jin Bao'er might have changed.

Not the brotherly kind.

It was scalding hot, something even he himself dared not delve into.

It's bent.

This realization struck him like a thunderbolt, leaving him stunned for a long time.

After a long while, he even seemed to have a helpless smile on his face.

……

There were no classes the following afternoon.

Liu Feng came to the dormitory and called to Jin Bao'er: "Brother, there aren't many people on the playground tonight, want to go for a walk?"

Jin Bao'er was bored, so she readily agreed, completely ignoring Zhao Yuheng, who was lying on the bed with a dark expression looking at the two of them.

The two walked side by side toward the playground. The evening breeze carried the scent of grass and earth, which felt pleasant.

The streetlights along the track lit up at intervals, casting a dim, yellowish light that stretched the two people's shadows long and thin.

A few runners passed by, their footsteps barely audible.

Liu Feng walked slowly on the outside, chatting casually with Jin Bao'er about trivial things, such as which teacher's class was the most soporific, and whether the sweet and sour pork in the cafeteria had too much sugar today.

Jin Bao'er listened with amusement, her lips curving into a smile.

As Liu Feng reached the bend, he suddenly stopped.

He glanced at a couple strolling hand in hand in the distance, then turned to Jin Bao'er and smiled, "Brother, they look so sweet together."

Jin Bao'er followed his gaze and was about to speak when her palm suddenly felt warm.

Liu Feng reached out and gently enveloped his large palm.

The palms were calloused yet warm, and the strength was just right, without being excessive.

Jin Bao'er was stunned for a moment, but didn't break free.

He looked down at his clasped hands, the streetlights casting a warm glow on the back of his hands.

But a strange emptiness filled his heart. He always felt that these hands were not as reassuring as Zhao Yuheng's rough hands.

"This seems pretty good too." Liu Feng's voice carried a hint of amusement, gentle as a breeze brushing past one's ear.

The two held hands and slowly walked forward, one circle, two circles, three circles.

Fewer and fewer people were on the track until only a few figures remained, slowly disappearing into the night.

The evening breeze grew cooler, and Liu Feng gripped Jin Bao'er's hand tighter to shield him from the wind.

Jin Bao'er felt very relaxed, and even felt that this slow-paced time was quite comfortable.

He didn't notice that there was a person standing under the horizontal bar in the corner of the playground.