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

"Boss, that mid-range shot you just made was so cool! It made that bastard on the other side suffer for several rounds!"

"Third brother, your rebounding isn't bad either. The eldest missed a couple of shots, and you were the one who grabbed the rebound and put them in for the basket."

The three brothers, the eldest, the second eldest, and Zhao Yuheng, came up the stairwell carrying basketballs and covered in sweat.

The group of people spoke loudly, still enthusiastically reviewing the match they had just played.

"Second brother, next time that bastard dares to deliberately bump into you again, you get out of my way and let me bump into him instead. I'll run him over and kill him!"

As Zhao Yuheng wiped the sweat from his neck, he spoke fiercely, completely oblivious to the unusual situation in the dormitory.

The dormitory door was pushed open, and noise instantly filled the room.

Jin Bao'er huddled in the corner of the bed against the wall, still clutching her hot phone in her hand.

The screen displayed the document, but his eyelids felt as heavy as if they were weighed down with lead.

Zhao Yuheng walked straight to his bedside.

I casually tossed my jersey onto the bed, and the hot, sweaty smell hit me.

As he bent down to take off his shoes, his gaze inadvertently swept over Jin Bao'er, and he suddenly stopped.

"Jin Bao'er?"

Zhao Yuheng frowned. Why was this kid curled up in a ball?

His face was as red as a boiled shrimp, and his breathing was as heavy as a bellows.

"Jinbao'er, what's wrong?"

Zhao Yuheng put down the washbasin he had just picked up and strode over.

A rough, large hand suddenly covered Jin Bao'er's forehead.

"Holy shit!"

A low curse was particularly clear in the quiet dormitory.

hot.

It was incredibly hot.

It felt like touching a piece of red-hot coal.

Jin Bao'er shivered at the sudden chill.

She barely opened her eyes and saw Zhao Yuheng's handsome face filled with anxiety, his voice hoarse as if it had been sanded.

"Heng-ge... I feel dizzy..."

Before he could finish speaking, his head lolled to the side, and his phone fell onto the blanket with a "thud." He had already fallen into a deep sleep.

……

After an unknown amount of time, Jin Bao'er felt a slight coolness amidst the chaotic heat.

It was a very comfortable sensation, like someone who was dying of thirst in the desert finally drinking a mouthful of clear spring water.

"Jinbao'er... wake up... Jinbao'er..."

A familiar voice reached my ears, tinged with a barely perceptible tremor and anxiety.

Jin Bao'er tried hard to open her eyes, but her eyelids were stuck together.

He felt himself being carefully helped up, and his back pressed against a broad, warm chest.

A large hand gently cradled the back of his burning head.

Her fingertips were a little rough, but she gently stroked his cheek, trying to cool him down.

"Good boy, open your mouth and drink your medicine."

Zhao Yuheng's voice was very low, with a kind of patience like when coaxing a child.

Jin Bao'er opened her mouth in a daze, and a very bitter liquid was poured down her throat.

"Well……"

He groaned in discomfort, instinctively trying to shut up, his brows furrowing into a deep frown.

"Don't throw up, don't throw up!"

When Zhao Yuheng saw that he looked like he was going to vomit, he panicked and quickly grabbed his chin with his other hand.

He dared not use too much force with his palm, and could only clumsily hold it in place.

"Baby, be good, this medicine will bring your fever down."

"This is driving me crazy..."

That "Bao'er" was tinged with a nasal tone and anxiety.

It was like a feather gently tickling Jin Bao'er's heart.

In this unfamiliar city, in this quiet late night, someone was actually so concerned about him.

Jin Bao'er's body, which had been resisting, instantly went limp.

He obediently opened his mouth, letting the large hand feed him the rest of the medicine.

The bitter liquid slid into my stomach, but strangely, it melted into a sweet taste in my heart.

After he finished taking the medicine, Zhao Yuheng did not immediately let go of him. Instead, he gently wiped away the remaining medicine stains from the corner of his mouth with his fingertips, his movements were incredibly gentle.

Then, he carefully laid Jinbaoer down and covered her with the blanket.

Jin Bao'er felt a cool sensation on his forehead as a towel soaked in cold water was gently draped over him, frantically absorbing the heat from his head.

That was when I was a child. Whenever I was sick and didn't want to take medicine, my mother would do the same thing.

They couldn't bear to hit or scold him, so they would just coax him, "Good boy, the pain will go away after you drink the medicine."

She gently wiped his sweat and fed him candy.

"Mom...is that you?"

Only a mother would comfort him like that.

In the dead of night in this foreign land, he longed for this warmth so much.

In a daze, Jin Bao'er mumbled something, turned over, and fell into a deep sleep in that reassuring atmosphere.

Only Zhao Yuheng remained sitting by the bed, using the faint light of his phone.

She would reach out to check his temperature every now and then, and didn't sleep a wink all night.

……

The next morning, the first rays of sunlight shone through the gaps in the curtains onto the foot of the bed.

The alarm clock had just rung once when it was frantically turned off by a hand.

Jin Bao'er sat up, her body aching, feeling dizzy and disoriented, as if she had been hit on the head with a club.

He subconsciously touched his forehead, where a cool fever-reducing patch was still stuck.

At this moment, the eldest brother was woken up by the urge to urinate. He groggily climbed down from the top bunk and saw Jin Bao'er sitting there blankly. He was surprised.

"Jinbao'er, you're awake? How are you feeling?"

"I still feel a little dizzy..." Jin Bao'er's voice was still a little hoarse.

"You have no idea, you almost scared us to death last night, especially your brother Heng."

The eldest brother clicked his tongue as he looked for his shoes, "You're burning up like a furnace. Zhao Yuheng, who's usually so carefree, was in such a hurry last night."

"They were knocking on every door in the dorm building to borrow fever-reducing medicine, and they were using physical methods to lower your temperature."

"I don't know how many times I changed that basin of cold water. When I got up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, I saw that he was still by your bedside, setting an alarm every half hour to take your temperature."

Jin Bao'er was stunned, and her fingers tightened slightly as she held the fever-reducing patch.

"He...took care of me all night?"

"That's right," the eldest brother laughed and patted his shoulder, "Zhao Yuheng really treats you exceptionally well. Even my own mother would probably get this kind of treatment if she came."

After finishing speaking, the eldest brother rushed to the toilet.

The dormitory door was pushed open, and Zhao Yuheng walked in carrying a large bag of breakfast.

Soy milk, tea eggs, millet porridge, meat buns... all steaming hot.

"woke up?"

Zhao Yuheng's eyes lit up instantly when he saw Jin Bao'er sitting on the bed.

She then sank back down, quickly walked over, and asked, "Why didn't you sleep a little longer? Are you feeling unwell again?"

He put the breakfast on the table, not even bothering to take off his coat, and placed his large, well-defined hand directly on Jin Bao'er's forehead.

Jin Bao'er instinctively flinched, but was firmly covered by that hand.

"It doesn't seem hot anymore."

Zhao Yuheng muttered something to himself, still seemingly uneasy.

The next second, Jin Bao'er felt a darkness before her eyes.

Zhao Yuheng actually bent down slightly and gently pressed his forehead against Zhao Yuheng's.

bang-bang-bang-

Jin Bao'er's heart skipped a beat for a moment, then started racing.

Their eyes were almost touching, and he could clearly see the bluish stubble on Zhao Yuheng's chin.

And those bloodshot eyes.

This is a tough guy who is usually carefree and always smells of sweat.

At this moment, however, she was cautiously testing his temperature in the most primitive way.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

No more than three seconds.

Zhao Yuheng straightened up and let out a long sigh of relief.

With his hands on his hips, his tone carried a hint of barely perceptible relief and smugness: "Yeah, the fever's gone down. That scared the hell out of me."

Jin Bao'er looked at him.

Looking at this man who looked a little haggard from staying up late, yet was still tall and reliable.

Looking at his resolute face, I could not hide the concern he showed.

Zhao Yuheng felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze, so he reached out and ruffled Jin Bao'er's hair haphazardly.

His tone was gruff yet coaxing: "What are you looking at? Hurry up and eat breakfast."

"I blew on the porridge to cool it down for you, drink it quickly."

Jin Bao'er lowered her head, concealing the turbulent emotions in her eyes.

During my time studying in this barren and arid foreign land.

It's as if a seed, because of those hands last night and this forehead touching this morning, has sprouted tender green shoots like crazy.

He gave a soft "Mmm," his voice gentle and sweet: "Thank you, Brother Heng."