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

Jinbao quickly finished her meal and moved away from the suffocating dining table.

After waiting for more than an hour, and until everyone had finished eating and drinking, he stepped forward and humbly helped his aunt clear the table.

Liu Yu continued to sit with her cousin, chatting and eating sunflower seeds.

They were chatting happily over there, and bursts of laughter drifted over.

Jinbaoer hurriedly put the dishes and chopsticks into the kitchen, then wiped the table, swept the floor, and finally boiled water into a basin to start washing the dishes.

While washing the chopsticks, he accidentally threw them too hard, making a crisp "clink" sound, which his aunt heard.

My aunt was already sensitive and easily angered, and she immediately rushed over with a dark face.

"You're getting angry? You're upset because I said a few words to you? I provide you with food and shelter, so what's wrong with me saying a few words to you?"

Jinbao continued washing the dishes with her head down, her hands clenched so tightly they turned white.

I felt exhausted all over, the fatigue seeping out from the very marrow of my bones.

He only went home on weekends during high school, and he thought that after four months, he had forgotten the oppressive atmosphere at home.

Or at least provide immunity, but now we've discovered that it's simply not possible.

That oppressive feeling was still like an airtight net, making it hard for him to breathe.

Seeing that her aunt didn't speak again, Jin Bao'er finally said in a muffled voice, "I'm sorry, Auntie, I threw it twice."

"You're just lying to me!"

After her aunt finished speaking, she poked his forehead hard with her finger, so hard that he staggered.

Then her aunt strode away, leaving Jinbao alone squatting there washing the dishes.

The sound of a family laughing and talking came from behind me, like needles pricking my ears.

……

It snowed lightly before dark today; snow is a rare occurrence in Yunnan.

Jin Bao'er couldn't help but take a second look.

Snowflakes drifted onto the exposed red brick wall, melting as soon as they touched it, and a damp, cold wind blew in, carrying snowflakes with it.

The snow in the south always carries a kind of desolate and tragic feeling that cannot be expressed through tears.

He lay in bed and pulled over the blanket that had covered him for more than ten years.

The quilt was stiff and had a musty smell that couldn't be washed off; it was cold and uncomfortable to cover myself with.

The sheets were just changed, but it's unusually cold tonight, and I can't fall asleep even after trying for a long time.

His feet, which had just been scalded, cooled down again, making him curl up in a ball from the cold.

Jin Bao'er wanted to ask her aunt for a blanket, but after hesitating for a long time, she gently knocked on her aunt and uncle's door: "Is Aunt asleep?"

"What are you doing? Why aren't you sleeping at this hour? Are you trying to summon your soul?"

The sound of my aunt cursing came from inside the door, sharp and piercing.

"Auntie, my blanket is too stiff. Do you have any extra blankets at home? Could you give me one?" Jin Bao'er asked patiently, her voice very low.

"There aren't any extra blankets in the house! Just wear a couple more layers and make do with this! Get out!"

It was still my aunt's impatient voice, filled with undisguised disdain.

Jin Bao'er didn't continue speaking, because her uncle's words, "jinx," came from inside the door.

Back in his room, he took out his old cotton-padded coat from high school.

I wrapped myself up in layer after layer, and wore several pairs of pants on my legs before I felt a little warmer.

Because it was wrapped up so tightly, I could only lie down and couldn't move much.

The room still smelled musty, and the other side of the bed was piled with miscellaneous items, taking up most of the room.

After being wrapped up for a long time, Jin Bao'er finally felt a bit comfortable as her body became warm.

Just then, the phone rang, and the words "Brother Heng" appeared on the screen.

Just seeing that name made his nose sting and his eyes well up with tears.

"Still up so late?"

Zhao Yuheng's voice came through the receiver, slightly languid and hoarse.

"I'm lying in bed now."

Jin Bao'er's voice also softened, becoming slightly nasal.

"What's wrong?"

Zhao Yuheng immediately sensed that something was wrong.

Her voice was hoarse, clearly she had been crying.

Jin Bao'er didn't say anything, but just sniffled and held back her tears.

"Are you crying? Who bullied you?"

Zhao Yuheng's tone immediately turned serious.

"No, it's just a bit cold."

Jin Bao'er quickly denied it, not wanting him to worry.

"Then turn on the air conditioner?"

"There's no air conditioning."

"Then cover yourself with an extra blanket."

"We don't have any extra blankets."

"Wow, your family isn't completely destitute by now, is it?"

Zhao Yuheng's tone was somewhat teasing.

In the past, if a classmate said that, Jin Bao'er would lower her head in self-consciousness.

But he knew that Heng-ge didn't mean it that way; he was just joking.

"It's not that bad. We just didn't buy enough blankets, so I wore extra clothes to sleep, and it was the same."

Jin Bao'er said, pretending to be relaxed.

"What delicious food did you have today?"

The other person tactfully changed the subject.

"We ate cured pork and cured pig's feet."

"Wow, I haven't had cured pork knuckle in ages! When are you going to send me one?"

Zhao Yuheng's voice immediately lit up.

Upon hearing this, Jin Bao'er paused for a moment, then unconsciously curved her lips into a smile: "Okay, I'll secretly send you a piece of cured meat later."

"Why did you have to do it secretly?"

"Because my aunt smoked the cured pork herself."

"Can't you just ask her openly and honestly?"

"She'll call me an ingrate."

Jin Bao'er said with a smile, her tone tinged with helplessness.

"Then let's steal two."

Zhao Yuheng said mischievously, with a hint of roguishness.

Jin Bao'er couldn't help but laugh, and most of the tears in her eyes disappeared: "You want my aunt to be heartbroken?"

"I just want to make your stingy aunt feel bad."

The two chatted about this and that until midnight, when Jin Bao'er was so sleepy that she reluctantly hung up the phone.

The next morning, a family in the village was having a wedding, and my aunt and uncle went to the feast.

Jinbao has to feed the pigs first before she can go, so she can take a short nap and catch up on her sleep.

He was getting ready to sleep when Liu Yu walked into the room.

They never knock on the door, and of course, there's no door to this room.

He frowned as he looked at Jin Bao'er lying on the bed wrapped up like a dumpling.

"Brother, get up."

"what."

Jin Bao'er squinted, her voice heavy with sleepiness, not wanting to get up.

"Go to the city to buy quilts," Liu Yu said decisively.

"Why buy a blanket? Don't keep me from sleeping." Jin Bao'er turned over and buried her face in the pillow.

"Stop talking nonsense. When my parents come back, there won't be anything left."

As Liu Yu spoke, she stepped forward and pulled back Jin Bao'er's blanket. Seeing that he was wrapped up so warmly, a hint of pity flashed across her face.

He told Jin Bao'er to take off his clothes and put on the cotton coat, then pulled him along and drove the electric scooter into the city.

The two arrived at a furniture store, and Liu Yu waved her hand confidently.

"Boss, I want your most expensive, softest, and warmest quilt."

Jin Bao'er pinched his arm hard, making Liu Yu wince in pain.

"Are you out of your mind? The most expensive? Where did you get the money?" He glared at Liu Yu fiercely.

Liu Yu smiled and dodged the question: "Never mind, I have money."

When the boss heard that they were big customers, his eyes lit up, and he quickly took the two of them to see the store's prized possession.

A silk velvet quilt, it is said to be thin but very warm.

Liu Yu touched it; it felt soft and smooth, and she was very satisfied: "This is it."

"Pay here."

The boss made a "please" gesture, his face crinkling with smiles.

Liu Yu acted like a spoiled young master, swaggering over to pay with his phone without even flinching.

Jin Bao'er: "..."

What is the purpose of coming by myself?

Is his brother trying to act like a big shot?

After paying the bill, Liu Yu took the blanket handed to her by the shopkeeper and casually tossed it to Jin Bao'er: "Here you go."

"Why should I take it?"

Jin Bao'er was indignant. Accompanying him to buy quilts was troublesome enough, but now she had to carry them herself. It was too much.

He threw the blanket on the floor without any hesitation.

"It's your own blanket, if you don't take it, who will?"

Jin Bao'er watched Liu Yu walk out of the store.

Coming to her senses, she reached out and lifted the blanket from the floor, then followed them outside.

"Why did you say it was for me?"