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

We arrived at the locker room.

Jin Bao'er kept her back to Zhao Yuheng and frantically tried to pull her clothes down.

The only sound in the air was the rustling of fabric rubbing together, until he was left with only a pair of tight underwear, at which point he froze.

To take it off, or not to take it off?

this is a problem.

The sound of fabric hitting the ground came from behind, followed by the crisp sound of Zhao Yuheng's water splashing.

"Hurry up and take it off, what are you standing there for?"

Zhao Yuheng's voice carried a hint of impatience. Without waiting for Jin Bao'er, he walked into the steamy bathhouse, his muscular body bare.

Jin Bao'er stared at the frosted glass door that had been pushed open, as if it were the entrance to the execution ground.

He gritted his teeth, as if making a firm decision, and painfully removed his last line of defense.

He cautiously peeked inside.

It was probably too late; no one was showering in the bathroom anymore.

Zhao Yuheng was standing under the largest showerhead, warm water droplets sliding down his broad shoulders and disappearing into his firm waistline.

Jin Bao'er instinctively wanted to hide behind the showerhead in the corner, to get away from this "big Buddha".

To everyone's surprise, Zhao Yuheng didn't even turn his head, his voice coming through the sound of rushing water: "Come here and scrub my back."

Jin Bao'er: "..."

Tonight, I truly feel like crying but have no tears left.

He shuffled closer, and the closer he got, the stronger the hormonal scent emanating from Zhao Yuheng became.

He quickly fixed his gaze on Zhao Yuheng's crown of hair, his neck stiffening, not daring to look down at all.

But just because Jin Bao'er doesn't watch it doesn't mean that Zhao Dazhinan (a straight man) doesn't watch it.

Zhao Yuheng seemed to notice his stiffness, glanced down at him, and then chuckled softly, "You're not exactly young, are you? Why are you being so shy like a grown woman?"

The tone was so serious, as if they were discussing today's weather.

Jin Bao'er: "..."

He wanted to die.

Fortunately, Zhao Yuheng was still "serious" enough, he just turned his back to him and pointed to his broad back.

Because Zhao Yuheng trained regularly, his muscles were as hard as iron.

In the dorm, either the eldest and second eldest brothers would lend him a hand, or he would just rinse off quickly by himself.

With those two guys not around today, Jinbaoer has become the "chosen one".

As Zhao Yuheng enjoyed the hot water washing over him, he thought about it absentmindedly.

We've been in school for several months now, and we're such good friends, yet this kid has never been completely honest with me even once.

The more I think about it, the more I feel that this guy is not loyal enough.

"Put some effort into it! Haven't you eaten?"

Zhao Yuheng vented all his frustration on the strength with which Jin Bao'er scrubbed him in the bath.

Jin Bao'er held her breath, her shoulder covered in slippery shower gel foam, and rubbed it hard against Zhao Yuheng's shoulder blade.

Normally I only see it with my eyes, but today I'm touching it with my own hands.

When not congested with blood, Zhao Yuheng's muscles actually feel quite subtle.

It looks hard, but it feels soft yet resilient to the touch. It's harder than tofu, but has a warm, elastic feel that's more like a stone.

Jin Bao'er's hand slid down her spine, her fingertips accidentally brushing against the deep groove on her back.

Until their gaze fell on Zhao Yuheng's firm and shapely buttocks.

He glanced subconsciously at his flat buttocks.

He let out a silent wail.

Is this the true value of a "macho man"?

In the instant he lost his mind

"what!"

Jin Bao'er actually cried out.

Seeing that he hadn't moved for a while, Zhao Yuheng assumed he was slacking off, so he suddenly turned around and slapped Jin Bao'er's buttocks lightly.

A crisp "snap" sounded particularly clear in the empty bathhouse.

Jin Bao'er jolted in pain and instinctively dodged forward.

Zhao Yuheng was looking down at him, his brows furrowed tightly: "Can't you just rub it properly! What are you spacing out for?"

Jin Bao'er wanted to cry.

A muscular man taking a shower.

A muscular man had himself rub his back.

The muscular man is openly and honestly facing himself!

what! ! !

Someone please save him!!

Xiaowen, come quick, save your best friend!

……

But that's not all that's hateful.

Zhao Yuheng seemed to feel more comfortable rubbing himself, and in front of Jin Bao'er, he began to rub his private parts.

The movements were skillful and meticulous, as if he were kneading a rare treasure.

Jin Bao'er rolled her eyes inwardly, quickly looked away, and pretended to be intently rubbing her arms.

Just as he was squinting and enjoying the hot water, a large hand with calloused skin suddenly placed on his shoulder.

"What are you rubbing? You have no strength at all, it's like scratching an itch. I'll rub it for you."

Without saying a word, Zhao Yuheng squeezed a large dollop of shower gel into his palm, rubbed it into a rich lather, and then pressed it hard onto Jin Bao'er's back.

Jin Bao'er froze, as if she had been frozen in place.

He could only stand stiffly with his back to Zhao Yuheng.

Zhao Yuheng's hands were rough and strong, and scalding hot as he rubbed down his spine.

The man's hands were large, almost covering his entire back, and the pressure was just right, both relieving fatigue and carrying an invisible sense of pressure.

When the hand was rubbed against the sensitive soft flesh on her side, Jin Bao'er's waist felt like it had been struck by an electric current, and she couldn't help but tremble.

Zhao Yuheng paused in his movements.

"itch?"

Jin Bao'er quickly hummed in agreement, trying to hide her unease.

Zhao Yuheng, however, seemed to have discovered some interesting toy.

He deliberately increased the pressure on his fingers, his tone carrying a hint of malicious teasing: "Sweetheart."

As soon as she finished speaking, she gently tickled the softest spot on his side with her fingertips.

"Hmm!"

Jin Bao'er shuddered and turned around as if she had been electrocuted, trying to dodge.

To my surprise, the bathhouse floor was covered in water. My foot slipped, and I lost my balance and swayed out of control.

"Be careful!"

Zhao Yuheng reacted quickly, stretching out his long arm and firmly embracing Jin Bao'er's waist.

The immense force sent Jin Bao'er crashing into a hot, hard embrace.

Two naked bodies were pressed together without any obstruction.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Jin Bao'er could clearly feel Zhao Yuheng's heart pounding violently in his chest.

And there was that astonishing heat transmitted through the thin skin.

He hurriedly and clumsily supported himself on Zhao Yuheng's shoulders to stand up, his cheeks so red they looked like they could bleed, and they were frighteningly hot.

In his flustered peripheral vision, he inevitably caught sight of something he shouldn't have been looking at.

Zhao Yuheng's face also darkened.

The impact just now, the close contact made certain reactions impossible to ignore.

He suddenly grabbed Jin Bao'er's chin and forced him to look up.

His eyes were deep and brooding, as if brewing a storm: "You're no better off."

She pinched his delicate chin with her fingertips and gently shook it, with a hint of punishment.

Jin Bao'er was so tightly gripped by him that she couldn't move. All she could do was glare at him with shame and indignation, her eyes reddening.

Looking at his tearful yet stubborn appearance, Zhao Yuheng's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

He suddenly leaned closer, his warm breath spraying onto Jin Bao'er's sensitive earlobe without reservation.

"What are you glaring at? Aren't you the same?"

Ambiguous feelings began to grow rapidly between the two.

After saying that, Zhao Yuheng released his hand as if he had been burned.

She turned her back to him and continued showering, but a suspicious blush still crept up her ears.

Jin Bao'er was left standing there, stunned, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to explode in the bathhouse.