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

The next day, the sky cleared up.

The air after the rain is fresh and moist, carrying the faint fragrance of earth and grass.

Jin Bao'er held Zhao Yuheng's hand and moved step by step to her parents' graves.

He crouched down and carefully brushed away the thin layer of dust from the monument.

As my fingertips traced those two familiar names, my eyes instantly welled up with tears.

"Dad, Mom, I've brought him to see you."

Jin Bao'er sniffed, her voice trembling.

"I want you to see that I am truly happy right now..."

Jin Bao'er continued to ramble on about her recent situation, and as she spoke, she choked up, her tears falling onto the cold weeds, leaving a small wet patch.

"Actually, I wasn't very happy when I was a child."

"When I was in third grade, I was wrongly accused by a classmate of stealing a pen. That pen was a birthday present I bought for myself with money I had saved up, and I treasured it dearly."

"As a result, my deskmate framed me. The teacher wouldn't listen to my explanation, dragged me to the podium, beat and scolded me, and punished me by making me copy the text ten times."

"I squatted by the back door of the classroom and cried until dark, but no one came to pick me up."

"When I was in junior high, I was bullied by older students at the alley entrance. They stole my breakfast money for a week and threw my schoolbag into a mud puddle, soaking all my textbooks."

"I dared not say it, I secretly slept in my room at night..."

When he was little, all he knew was to cry and feel wronged. He told his aunt about it once.

All I got in return was a cold "Don't be dramatic," so I slowly learned to keep all my suffering to myself.

Those unspoken grievances were kept hidden for over a decade.

The secrets I've kept hidden for so long have finally come to light today, thanks to the wind blowing in front of this grave.

Zhao Yuheng, who was standing next to him, had his knuckles clenched so tightly they turned white.

His veins were bulging, his Adam's apple bobbed violently, and his chest ached as if it were being struck by a blunt object.

He had no idea that the person he cherished so dearly had endured so much darkness all by himself.

His precious child, such a gentle and frail person, has endured so much suffering all by herself.

Zhao Yuheng could do nothing but stand quietly by his side, without making a sound to disturb him.

She would occasionally offer him a warm tissue and gently stroke his back with her palm, offering silent comfort.

As Jinbao'er's crying gradually subsided, her breath still carried lingering sobs.

He stepped forward, knelt steadily before the grave, his back straight, without the slightest hesitation.

He respectfully kowtowed three times, his forehead touching the cool earth, his voice deep and firm, each word resounding:

"Dad, Mom, it's me, Zhao Yuheng."

"For the rest of my life, I, Zhao Yuheng, swear to the heavens that I will do everything in my power to protect Bao'er."

"Love him and cherish him, and never let him suffer even the slightest grievance or hardship again."

"Don't worry, I will stay with him and protect him. I will never let him be lonely for the rest of my life."

Although Jin Bao'er had heard his promise to his aunt before, she was still shocked to see him now, a grown man.

He solemnly knelt before his parents' graves and made this vow.

My eyes welled up with tears again, and my heart felt like it had been hit hard, a mix of warmth and soreness.

He gazed at his parents' smiling faces on the tombstone and whispered in his heart:

Mom and Dad, look, he really is a good person.

He's the kind of man who will cherish me dearly.

If you were here, you would definitely feel comfortable entrusting me to him.

……

The gentle afternoon sun of autumn bathed the entire lawn wedding venue, with strings of creamy white balloons winding along the fence.

An archway made of light blue hydrangeas and champagne roses, glistening with tiny golden glints.

A breeze carried the sweet fragrance of flowers, along with the whispered envy of the guests, far away.

The entrance was lined with guide candlesticks on both sides of the red carpet.

Two overlapping men's brooches are placed in the very center, exuding a refined and special warmth.

Jin Bao'er and Zhao Yuheng stood side by side on the oath-taking platform, quickly becoming the focus of the entire event.

Jin Bao'er wore a light gray suit jacket with a matching rhinestone brooch at the collar, her eyebrows and eyes curved softly.

Her fingertips gently tugged at the hem of her suit jacket as if gripping the hem of her skirt, and the tips of her ears were flushed.

Zhao Yuheng wore a black custom-made suit, which accentuated his broad shoulders and narrow waist, making him look even more sharp.

Her muscular arms partially protected Jin Bao'er.

She would occasionally brush the fallen petals from his shoulders, her gaze fixed on him, so tender that she couldn't look away.

The guests coming and going couldn't help but whisper among themselves, their eyes lingering on the two of them.

"These two groomsmen are such a perfect match! Handsome men with handsome men, look at the way they look at each other, they practically want to stick together!"

"I thought they were the main characters today; their presence is even more eye-catching than the groom!"

"Look at that guy in the black suit, how attentive he is to the guy in the light gray suit, handing him water and wiping his sweat, he really cherishes him!"

Chen Chen's childhood friend was also invited over, and he deliberately teased Zhao Yuheng:

"Third brother, the way you two are acting, anyone who didn't know better would think you're marrying Jinbao today. You're more nervous than the newlyweds!"

Zhao Yuheng didn't refute, but instead pulled Jin Bao'er closer to his side.

Her smiling eyes swept over his reddened ear tips: "Be nervous in advance, so you won't be nervous when you marry Bao'er later."

Jin Bao'er's face burned even hotter, and she gently pinched his arm.

So many people are watching!

A moment later, the music suddenly softened, and spotlights shone on the entrance.

The guests fell silent instantly, raising their phones with expectant eyes.

"Here it comes!"

Some people cheered quietly, their eyes glued to the end of the red carpet, all waiting to see the "eye-catching couple" stand on the oath-taking platform.

Zhao Yuheng subconsciously gripped Jin Bao'er's hand, feeling the warmth of her palm.

Jin Bao'er looked up at him and met the undisguised tenderness in his eyes, and her heart skipped a beat.

He remembered that Zhao Yuheng had stayed up all night ironing his suit.

I even asked him if he liked the decorations today, since he decorated half of the venue himself.

He said he would even arrange their wedding if they liked it.

Upon hearing this, Jin Bao'er's heart melted completely.

……

Walking slowly from the spotlight was Hu Xiaowen, wearing a beige suit and a white bellflower hairpin, and Chen Chen, who was wearing a dark brown suit and was arm in arm with him.

The two walked side by side, Hu Xiaowen's ears turning red, and Chen Chen's eyes solemn as they steadily walked toward the oath-taking platform.

That's right, today is Hu Xiaowen and Chen Chen's wedding day.

The audience erupted in enthusiastic applause, laughter, and jokes.

The emcee began with a smile, the microphone filled with laughter: "Now, let's formally invite our protagonists today—Mr. Chen Chen and Mr. Hu Xiaowen—to stand on the oath-taking platform!"

Chen Chen held Hu Xiaowen's hand and walked to the center of the stage.

Smiling at the boisterous guests, he said, "Thank you all for your kind words, but today the main characters must be me and Xiaowen."

He turned around abruptly, looked at Zhao Yuheng beside him, and glared at him fiercely.

"Why are you dressed so handsomely? I knew I shouldn't have let you be the best man!!"

Chen Chen is also handsome and upright, but he is still a little bit inferior to Zhao Yuheng.

Today, Zhao Yuheng was dressed up carefully and seemed poised to steal the spotlight from him.

"I'm so sorry, Jinbao'er made this for me, I wasn't paying attention..."

Seeing his good friend glaring at him, Zhao Yuheng awkwardly scratched the back of his head.

He just did a quick and easy job on him, applied some hair gel, and that's all.

Hu Xiaowen quickly pinched her husband.

They're already on stage, with so many people watching, and they're still being so petty.

Chen Chen winced in pain, then quickly turned around and continued to smile at the emcee.

Jin Bao'er smiled and waved her hand, her heart filled with joy.

Zhao Yuheng seemed a little nervous and embarrassed, and he held Jin Bao'er's hand even tighter.