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

Finally, the fat man walked angrily to the sidelines and sat down.

Zhao Yuheng then realized what was happening, and his expression instantly turned cold: "You don't need to worry about my affairs anymore. Just mind your own business."

He picked up his clothes from the ground and strode away.

The eldest and second eldest brothers exchanged a glance, speechless.

Jin Bao'er could only watch Zhao Yuheng's departing figure, her nose stinging, her heart aching with bitterness.

Actually, he came here secretly to watch Zhao Yuheng play basketball, but he didn't expect to see him almost get into a fight. He rushed out in a moment of panic, only to be met with this attitude.

At this moment, the eldest brother quickly stepped forward and nudged Jin Bao'er: "Hurry up and follow them."

Jin Bao'er was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening and immediately took off to follow closely behind.

The two walked one after the other, their shadows stretched long by the dim light.

A gentle evening breeze brought a touch of coolness.

Jin Bao'er wanted to walk faster to close the distance.

Just as he quickened his pace, several people suddenly emerged from a crack in the wall beside him and blocked his way.

"What are you trying to do?"

Surrounded by a group of people, Jin Bao'er subconsciously clenched her fists, her fingertips turning white from the force.

Zhao Yuheng also heard the commotion behind him, turned around, and saw that the person in the lead was Yang Hui.

"Zhao Yuheng, we'd like to talk to Jin Bao'er. You don't mind, do you?"

Yang Hui thought to herself that she had finally managed to create distance between the two of them after all that effort.

But Jin Bao'er still relentlessly haunted Zhao Yuheng.

Now, if she wants to warn Jin Bao'er, she should first see how Zhao Yuheng reacts.

If he still cared about Jinbao'er, he wouldn't dare to make any rash moves.

Zhao Yuheng's jacket was draped over one shoulder, revealing clearly defined muscles in his bare arms.

He put one hand on his hip, his eyes sweeping over the crowd with a roguish yet indifferent look.

A thought suddenly popped into my head:

He and Jin Bao'er can never go back.

But Jin Bao'er seems to still have feelings for him; perhaps she was indeed too inconsiderate before.

From now on, Jinbao'er will have to walk her own path and solve the difficulties she encounters on her own.

Let's start today, and get back up from where we fell.

"Do as you please."

After Zhao Yuheng finished speaking, he turned and strode away.

The footsteps were deliberately made heavy, as if to emphasize one's determination.

"Heng..."

Jin Bao'er wanted to call for help, her voice trembling, but all that remained was that heartless back.

Only after Zhao Yuheng's figure disappeared from sight did the group turn their attention back to Jin Bao'er.

Yang Hui walked up to Jin Bao'er, put her hands on her hips, and struck a "street hustle" pose:

"Gan Jinbao, can you please stay away from Zhao Yuheng? What's the point of clinging to him like a shameless dog?"

She looked down at Jin Bao'er with haughty disdain, as if she were looking at an insignificant speck of dust.

"Okay, sure."

Jin Bao'er responded nervously. Surrounded by a group of people, she felt immense pressure, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst her chest.

Seeing his decisive answer, Yang Hui and those around her were almost caught off guard.

But they had no intention of letting him off so easily.

"Just a few days ago you said I was heartless, but who's really heartless here?"

Yang Hui continued to press on arrogantly, her tone full of sarcasm.

"I'm heartless, I'm a hypocrite, can I leave now?"

As Jin Bao'er spoke, she tried to push through the crowd and run away.

But the people around him wouldn't let him leave so easily; they grabbed him and pinned him down.

"Please, let me go, let me go..."

Jin Bao'er was surrounded by people, and her heart started racing. She felt a bit short of breath and couldn't catch her breath.

His hand unconsciously clenched, hiding that special thumb in his palm.

Yang Hui watched him struggle with haughty arrogance, her gaze finally settling on Jin Bao'er's left thumb.

She suddenly grabbed that hand and forcefully pried Jin Bao'er's fingers apart.

Jin Bao'er's distinctive thumb was instantly exposed to everyone.

"Oh dear, it turns out it has a deformed hand!"

Yang Hui shouted exaggeratedly, her voice sharp and piercing.

Jin Bao'er tried to break free, but the others held his arms tightly.

Several hands held him tightly, and no matter how much he struggled, it was to no avail.

He could only watch helplessly as his most cherished finger was surrounded and pointed at by everyone, their gazes feeling like needles pricking him.

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

Yang Hui looked at her with disgust and disdain. "Why don't you just have surgery to remove it? It looks kind of scary."

"That's right."

"If it were me, I wouldn't dare to show it to anyone."

Yang Hui's followers chimed in, their disdain barely concealed.

"ah!!!"

Suddenly, Jin Bao'er let out a piercing scream that shattered the quiet night and pierced everyone's eardrums.

His body trembled violently, and his eyes were frighteningly red, like a young beast driven to the brink of despair.

"Stop yelling! Stop yelling!"

Yang Hui couldn't help but cover her ears, but Jin Bao'er kept screaming, acting like a madwoman, her face contorted, her voice hoarse yet still shrill.

"ah--!!!"

Suddenly, a dark figure rushed over from afar, shoving Yang Hui away with the force of the wind.

Yang Hui lost her balance and fell to the ground.

Zhao Yuheng grabbed Jin Bao'er suddenly, his chest churning with anger and heartache.

He hadn't gone far at all, hiding around the corner watching Jin Bao'er being surrounded, his fists clenching and unclenching until he heard that scream, at which point all his reason collapsed instantly.

"Jinbao'er, Jinbao'er..."

Zhao Yuheng gripped his shoulders tightly, calling out to him with concern.

But Jin Bao'er's screams did not stop at all, her voice was hoarse like a broken gong, as if her throat was about to be screamed out of control in the next second.

That sight startled everyone else, who couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Jin Bao'er was acting like she'd gone mad.

Finally, his voice gradually faded, and he lost all his strength, collapsing limply.

Zhao Yuheng quickly hugged him tightly, tightening his arms around him.

It was as if she was being ingrained in his very being; no matter how much he called out, Jin Bao'er didn't respond at all.

Without further hesitation, he scooped Jinbaoer up in his arms, turned and ran outside, his footsteps so fast they created a gust of wind.

The others helped Yang Hui up; she hadn't yet recovered from the chaos.

"Sister Hui, are we going to get into trouble?"

Yang Hui's followers were all classmates, and she often treated them to meals and took them out to play.

They originally came only to warn Jin Bao'er not to take action, but they didn't expect it to turn out like this.

After hearing this, Yang Hui felt a little flustered and avoided looking in the distance.

……

At the hospital, Jin Bao'er was taken to the emergency room.

The red light was blindingly bright.

Zhao Yuheng leaned against the wall, his hands tightly covering his face, his knuckles turning bluish-white from the force.

His forehead pressed against the cold wall, the dull pain in his chest almost made it hard for him to breathe.

In fact, he hadn't gone far at all; he was just hiding around another corner, wanting to see if Jin Bao'er could fight back on her own and face these difficulties alone.

But how did things turn out like this?

Why did his theory not work for Jin Bao'er?

He couldn't help but call his father, his voice filled with barely suppressed frustration and a sob he himself didn't even realize:

"Old man, didn't you say a man should get up from where he falls?"

His voice was rather loud, even surprising his father on the other end of the phone: "Isn't that wrong?"

Isn't it right?

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yuheng froze, staring blankly at the emergency room door. It seemed... that made sense.

When I was a child, I would fall down, and my father would tell me to get up from where I fell.

Later, he was bullied by his classmates, and his father said that he would bully back whoever bullied him.

Later, they discovered that drinking was bad, so the old man forced him to have a few sips every day...

My father always said that it's not scary for a man to encounter difficulties; what's scary is to run away from them.

Zhao Yuheng firmly believed in this theory and relied on it to overcome many difficulties.

But today, seeing Jin Bao'er's frantic breakdown, he was truly afraid.

He feared that his so-called "training" had almost ruined his precious daughter.