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

Zhao Yuheng's hand stroked his back.

The calloused fingertips brushed against her skin, causing Jin Bao'er's back to tremble slightly.

His kisses traveled from the corner of his lips to his chin, then bit into the side of his neck, leaving red marks from the rough bites, the burning heat searing his skin.

Zhao Yuheng looked up, his nose brushing against Jin Bao'er's reddened eyes.

Her voice was hoarse and irritating, yet it carried an undeniable forcefulness: "Baby, call me 'husband' so I can hear it."

Jin Bao'er felt weak all over from the kisses, and her fingertips unconsciously traced circles on his back.

Like a kitten scratching, it made Zhao Yuheng's Adam's apple bob violently.

Jin Bao'er clutched the other person's clothes, unable to lift her eyelids.

Where can a complete sound be produced?

The man's hand gripped his waist, squeezing it gently.

Her voice held a hint of suppressed grievance, yet was both direct and passionate: "Sweetie, call out to me, your husband can't take it anymore."

A voice, barely audible, finally escaped: "...Husband..."

"Why."

Zhao Yuheng responded quickly, cupped his face, and kissed him fiercely.

The temperature between their lips and teeth was incredibly hot; the kiss was urgent and forceful, but she immediately eased her grip when he groaned.

After a long while, she stepped back, her forehead pressed against his.

His breathing was heavy, and his hoarse voice came straight at him: "Baby, your husband wants to try."

The last syllable wasn't pronounced, yet it sent shivers down one's spine.

That straightforward desire couldn't be hidden.

Jin Bao'er's face instantly turned burning hot.

She pushed him hard against his chest, her voice panicked: "No, no..."

My mind was filled with the outlines I had touched before.

Well... just thinking about it is terrifying.

Zhao Yuheng's movements stopped abruptly.

Her lips were still pressed against his neck, her hot breath spraying onto his skin, but she didn't move down an inch further.

Instead, he tightened his arms around her, pulling her closer into his embrace.

The force was so great it felt like it was going to embed itself into the bone and blood.

She gently rubbed the back of his neck with her hand.

His voice muffled above his head, a clumsy, typical straight man's question: "Afraid of pain?"

Jin Bao'er buried her face in his neck and nodded like a chick pecking at rice.

Her nose brushed against his collar, unconsciously rubbing against his burning neck.

"Hold."

Zhao Yuheng cursed under his breath, but there was no trace of hostility in his voice.

I never imagined he would be troubled by this one day!

Oh shit!

The man could only manage a helpless sigh, "Then I won't touch you, but don't rub against me, I can't take it anymore."

He didn't move anymore, just held the person in his arms.

He patted his back repeatedly with his palm.

The movements were a bit heavy, but he deliberately made them gentle, like a clumsy adult coaxing a child.

Jin Bao'er could clearly feel the tension in the person in her arms.

Even through the thin clothing, the hot, hard muscles made his heart race.

There was also rapid, heavy breathing, each breath deeper than the last.

It took Zhao Yuheng a long time to finally release him.

He clenched his fists as he stood up, his Adam's apple bobbing twice.

He awkwardly tugged at the corner of his clothes.

He left with the words "I'm going to get some fresh air," and his steps were heavy.

He lacked his usual efficiency.

Jin Bao'er looked at his reddened ears and the thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

A sudden pang of sadness welled up inside me.

After that, the atmosphere between the two changed.

Zhao Yuheng still clung to him every day.

We held hands during class, ate together after class, and went back to the dormitory with him every night without fail.

But as long as the two of them get a little closer.

Jin Bao'er rested her head on his shoulder, or her fingertips touched the back of his hand.

Zhao Yuheng's body would tense up instantly, and he would even miss a beat of breathing.

He couldn't hide his emotions at all.

On her way home from school, Jinbao's shoelaces came undone.

Zhao Yuheng squatted down to tie it for him.

Jin Bao'er, having nothing to do, reached out and touched his short hair.

My fingertips traced the skin on the back of his neck.

Zhao Yuheng's hand, which was tying his shoelaces, suddenly stopped, and the knuckles of his fingers turned white from tension.

Then she suddenly stood up, grabbed his waist with one hand, and pressed him close.

Her voice was terribly hoarse, a raw longing mixed with grievance: "Baby, really not going to give it a try? Your husband's about to go crazy."

Jin Bao'er shook her head frantically upon hearing this.

Zhao Yuheng nudged him, but ultimately didn't press him any further.

With a rough voice, he made up a lame excuse: "Fine, I'll go wash my face."

Sometimes during class, he would use the excuse of going to the restroom to splash cold water hard on his face.

He tried to suppress that uncontrollable heat.

Sometimes I have to take two cold showers a day and smash the wall in the bathroom.

Release some pent-up anger.

He was nothing like the carefree Zhao Yuheng he usually was.

Jin Bao'er saw it all.

He knew Zhao Yuheng was holding back, and he felt a pang of sympathy for him.

But the fear in his heart, and the worry that it was just a passing fancy, kept him from opening up.

While eating in the cafeteria, Jin Bao'er accidentally bumped into his arm.

His chopsticks paused for a moment.

Without saying a word, I put all the meat in my bowl on his plate.

He said in a muffled voice, "Eat more, don't lose weight, otherwise I'll be afraid of hurting you when I want to hug you next time."

When Jin Bao'er returned to the dormitory after evening self-study, a boy struck up a conversation with her and asked her questions.

Zhao Yuheng pulled him behind him and sternly chased him away.

She turned her head and pinched his cheek, her voice a little fierce and a little soft: "Stay away from other people in the future. Your husband gets annoyed when he sees you, and he's afraid he won't be able to resist carrying you away on the spot."

In the dormitory, Jin Bao'er kicked off her blanket in the middle of the night.

Zhao Yuheng, still half-asleep, reached out and hugged the person tightly.

She had just touched his waist when she abruptly pulled her hand back.

Clutching the blanket against my lap, I didn't sleep well all night.

The next day, her eyes were bloodshot, but she still handed him a warm breakfast.

Jin Bao'er looked at his clumsy, rough concern.

The slight hesitation in my heart was gradually softened.

He suddenly understood that this domineering, assertive, and carefree person had also learned to restrain himself.

She wouldn't force him; she would only hide her care in the meat she gave him and in the way she protected him.

He was never wronged.

This went on for almost a week.

That night, the two lay on their small beds in the dormitory.

Jin Bao'er was bored, so she put one hand inside Zhao Yuheng's clothes.

Her fingertips traced his firm abdominal muscles, and she even playfully poked the soft flesh on his side with her fingertips.

With her other hand still looking down at the novel, she didn't notice the change in the person beside her.

A moment later, the person beside him began to breathe heavily.

Zhao Yuheng pursed his lips and tried to get up, supporting himself on his arms.

Her voice was hoarse and almost cracked: "Baby, stop fooling around, I need to go to the bathroom again."

Jin Bao'er looked at his reddened ears and the way he deliberately kept his distance.

A little bit of guilt mixed with a little bit of excitement slowly welled up inside me like warm water.

And how could he not want it?

I'm just afraid.

But watching Zhao Yuheng endure it time and time again, and then go to get some fresh air with a hoarse voice, was heartbreaking.

Time and again, he poured his concern into his clumsy movements.

He felt a tightness in his chest.

When Zhao Yuheng returned from the washroom.

The chill lingered on my body, and my fingertips were icy.

Jin Bao'er suddenly reached out and gently grabbed his wrist.

She deliberately brushed her fingertips against the bulging veins on his wrist.

"You don't need to go out for some fresh air anymore."

Zhao Yuheng abruptly stopped and turned his head.

His eyes held a hint of bewilderment, and a cautious disbelief.

Their pupils contracted, as if afraid they had misheard.

Jin Bao'er's face was burning hot, but she still looked up at him.

Her voice was soft, yet each word was clear: "I promise you."

Zhao Yuheng was stunned for two seconds.

After realizing what was happening, he bent down and hugged Jin Bao'er tightly.

The arms were pulled so tightly that he almost couldn't breathe, but then the tension immediately eased.

As if afraid of breaking it.

Chest to chest.

Jin Bao'er could clearly feel his rapid heartbeat, each beat faster than the last.

And that suppressed excitement, almost bursting out of my chest.

If we weren't in the dorm, with my two older brothers sleeping next to me.

He probably really wants to meld people into his very bones and make them completely his own.

He buried his face in Jinbao'er's neck.

His voice was terribly hoarse, with a sob that he was trying to hold back, and the last syllable of his voice was trembling.

A wave of overwhelming relief washed over me: "Honey...really? You're not kidding me? Then let's go out this weekend."

"Book a room now, choose a soft one, it definitely won't hurt you."

Jin Bao'er's ears were so red they looked like they could bleed.

He raised his hand and gently wrapped it around Zhao Yuheng's waist.

She gently tickled his lower back with her fingertips.

She responded softly, her voice carrying a hint of expectation that she herself was unaware of.

"it is good."