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

Zhao Yuheng had already noticed Jin Bao'er's embarrassed yet slightly disdainful expression.

When Jin Bao'er glared at him fiercely, her cheeks puffed out slightly.

Like a puffed-up little pufferfish, so soft you want to take a bite.

Jin Bao'er sometimes wonders, are all straight men this good at having fun?

Why am I the one being slaughtered, completely controlled by others?

I used to feel a little guilty about occasionally taking advantage of Zhao Yuheng.

Only now do I belatedly realize that I've long been at their mercy, with no way to escape, and I'm doing it willingly.

……

Zhao Yuheng booked a hotel right across from the supermarket.

Zhao Yuheng, carrying two large bags, shoved the room key into Jin Bao'er's hand and raised an eyebrow to signal him to open the door.

As the two stepped into the elevator and the metal doors slowly closed, Zhao Yuheng moved.

Although he was carrying things in both hands, he still pulled Jin Bao'er into his arms, their backs pressed against the cold elevator wall, completely enveloping her.

Before Jin Bao'er could react, warm lips covered hers.

The kiss came suddenly and fiercely, carrying the domineering force that had been suppressed all day, prying open his teeth and stealing the breath from his mouth.

Caught off guard, Jin Bao'er could only make soft "uh-uh" sounds.

She reached out to push his chest, but her fingertips touched hard muscles and couldn't budge him an inch.

Heavy breathing echoed in the enclosed elevator, making one's heart itch.

Even the slight feeling of weightlessness as the elevator ascends becomes exceptionally clear.

He didn't even know how the elevator got to the floor; he only remembered being half-carried and half-pushed into the room by Zhao Yuheng.

The shopping bag was carelessly tossed on the ground with a "clatter".

Zhao Yuheng slammed the door shut with his leg, locking it with a "click," and then carried him to the soft bed.

The kiss, with lips intertwined, lasted a full ten minutes.

Jin Bao'er was almost out of breath, her cheeks turning red.

Zhao Yuheng reluctantly released him, his thumb still gently caressing his swollen lips.

Forehead to forehead, their hot breaths mingled, carrying each other's scent.

"Baby, want to take a bath?"

Zhao Yuheng's voice was terribly hoarse, with a magnetic, sensual quality that made Jin Bao'er's ears burn.

Jin Bao'er's face was still red. She nodded and said in a voice barely audible, "Go wash up."

After a day of shopping, I feel sticky all over and definitely need to take a shower.

"Together."

As soon as the two words were spoken, Jin Bao'er's eyes widened instantly. She stared at him in disbelief, her ears turning bright red.

"ah???"

Before he could refuse, Zhao Yuheng bent down, picked him up horizontally, and strode towards the bathroom with steady steps.

……

Warm water cascaded down, the rising steam blurred the view, and the temperature in the bathroom gradually increased.

As their clothes were removed one by one, Jin Bao'er's gaze fell on Zhao Yuheng and she couldn't look away for a moment.

His skin was bronzed, his muscles were smooth and defined, his shoulders were broad and his waist was narrow, and his abdominal muscles were clearly defined.

Every inch exudes a sense of power.

The deep V-line along her waist extends to an unspeakable place, and the belly hair runs down her muscles, making her look wild and sexy.

In the steamy bathroom, that figure was particularly striking, making Jin Bao'er's heart skip a beat.

The inexplicable fear and shyness I felt before were completely washed away by the surging desire at this moment.

Hot water dripped down their hair and onto their skin, scalding them until they felt weak all over.

Zhao Yuheng squeezed out some shower gel, lathered it into fine foam in his palm, and then applied it to Jin Bao'er's body, gently washing him.

The movements were very light, with a gentle and careful touch; wherever the fingertips brushed against, a tingling, itchy sensation would ripple through the air.

Jin Bao'er stood there dumbfounded like a puppet, letting Zhao Yuheng do as he pleased.

Her lips were being kissed by him from time to time, and her body was being caressed by his hot hands, making her breathing become disordered.

This was the first time he had been taken care of like this while taking a bath, and he felt shy with a hint of being flattered and overwhelmed.

That feeling was tingling and numb, both pleasurable and strange, like an electric current coursing through my limbs and bones.

Zhao Yuheng lowered his head, looking at the flushed cheeks of the person in his arms. The desire in his eyes gradually faded, leaving only a serious expression.

He reached out and gently wiped away the water droplets from the corner of Jin Bao'er's eyes, his fingertips brushing against his eyelashes.

The voice was deep and solemn, each word striking Jin Bao'er's heart:

"Baby, your husband will definitely treat you well."

Jin Bao'er's heart skipped a beat. He looked up and met Zhao Yuheng's deep eyes.

Inside were deep emotions he couldn't understand, and weighty promises that made his eyes sting.

He stared blankly for a moment, then reached out and placed his hand on Zhao Yuheng's broad shoulder, nodding gently: "Mm."

……

After everything settled down.

Jin Bao'er lay on her side in Zhao Yuheng's arms, her whole body resting on his firm chest muscles.

He picked up Zhao Yuheng's phone, placed it in front of his chest, and started watching videos.

He mostly scrolls through funny videos; he swipes past those videos of beautiful women with long legs without any interest.

Just then, the phone screen suddenly swiped, and a WeChat call popped up.

Take a look at their WeChat nickname.

Jin Bao'er, who was in Zhao Yuheng's arms, was startled and almost dropped her phone.

She hurriedly tried to get up, but Zhao Yuheng grabbed her waist and made her unable to move.

Zhao Yuheng glanced down at the screen and swiped to answer the call.

Jin Bao'er then realized it was a voice call, not a video call. She breathed a sigh of relief, but her cheeks felt a little hot.

I only caught a quick glance just now, and it looked like it was Zhao Yuheng's father calling.

Jin Bao'er felt relieved and nestled in his arms, her fingers restlessly playing with Zhao Yuheng's pectoral muscles.

As her fingertips traced his firm muscles, she couldn't resist gently tugging at the few thick, coarse chest hairs on his chest.

This man is so manly!

He exuded a strong masculine energy that made his heart flutter.

The man in her arms became emotional shortly after the phone call, his breathing becoming slightly heavier.

He didn't say anything, but gently placed Jinbao'er on the bed.

He got up and walked to the window, without opening the curtains, just standing there with his hands on his hips, his back broad and upright.

The dim light fell on him, outlining his smooth muscle lines.

The thick, powerful thighs were completely exposed, revealing their astonishing strength at this moment.

Jin Bao'er lay on the bed, on her side, looking at the man's broad, muscular back.

I felt a sweet warmth in my heart, thinking, "This life has been worth it."

He couldn't hear what the two were saying, but he could vaguely hear Zhao Yuheng's tone was somewhat serious, and he occasionally responded with a few words.

"Okay, I understand."

"What's wrong?"

"fine."

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Yuheng strode over.

He pulled Jin Bao'er back into his arms, his strength so great it felt like he wanted to meld her into his very bones.

He lowered his head, his nose brushing against Jin Bao'er's neck, his voice a gentle, slightly hoarse whisper: "Does it still hurt?"

Jin Bao'er blushed as she recalled the sensation from earlier, pinched him, and whimpered, "Of course."

Zhao Yuheng chuckled softly, awkwardly rubbing her cheek against his, and apologized repeatedly, "I'm sorry, I was wrong, I was wrong, I'll be gentler next time."

There won't be a next time.

Jin Bao'er said this, but her heart was completely melted.

She couldn't resist pinching the soft flesh on the man's side.

Zhao Yuheng groaned in pain and reached out to wrap his arms around Jin Bao'er's neck.

He pulled her into his arms and rubbed her against him, saying, "Be gentle, or you'll hurt her. Who will take care of you at night then?"

……