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

weekend.

Zhao Yuheng got out of bed early.

The morning sunlight streamed in at an angle, slowly washing over the grooves of Zhao Yuheng's spine.

It outlines the smooth yet powerful lines of the latissimus dorsi muscles.

The V-line at the waist is hidden at the edge of the pure black high-elastic underwear, making people envious.

He turned to look at the person still lying on the bed, unwilling to get up, his eyes filled with an unyielding smile.

The two got ready and went out.

The sun is shining brightly today, and a gentle breeze is blowing.

The two walked hand in hand down the pedestrian street, the warmth of their intertwined fingers making one's heart tremble, completely oblivious to the stares of others.

As they strolled to the street corner, Zhao Yuheng suddenly stopped and gestured with his chin toward the men's underwear store next door: "Baby, let's go in for a bit, I need to change my underwear."

Before Jin Bao'er could object, he was led inside.

"My underwear is worn out, I need to buy two more."

Zhao Yuheng spoke casually to the pretty saleswoman who came to greet him.

His tone was as natural as if he were buying a bottle of water, but his hand was behind his back, squeezing Jin Bao'er's palm.

Jin Bao'er's face instantly flushed.

This was his first time stepping into a physical store like this, and the boxes of underwear with male models printed on them on the shelves dazzled him.

When he was a child, he would only dare to walk quickly past these kinds of areas when he was shopping in the supermarket.

Not to mention that Zhao Yuheng is right next to her now, and there are other people watching her.

The sales assistant enthusiastically tried to introduce the styles, but Zhao Yuheng waved his hand and said, "No need, we'll look at them ourselves."

He walked straight to the innermost shelf, casually picked up two boxes of plain black boxer briefs, turned around and waved them at Jin Bao'er:

"What does Bao'er think?"

"It's not like I'm wearing it, so buy it if you like it."

Jin Bao'er's voice was barely audible.

His eyes were glued to the pattern of the floor tiles, wishing he could dig a hole in the floor and disappear into it.

Zhao Yuheng, however, seemed oblivious to his embarrassment. He took two steps closer with his long legs and leaned down slightly.

His warm breath brushed against Jin Bao'er's reddened earlobe: "So what kind of clothes do you like me to wear? It's for you to see, so of course it's up to you to decide."

Jin Bao'er: "..."

The sales assistant not far away couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle softly.

That laugh was like a feather, gently tickling Jin Bao'er's heart.

His face flushed bright red, almost red enough to bleed.

You bastard!

It was intentional!

In his panic, he grabbed a box haphazardly from the nearby shelf and tossed it to Zhao Yuheng: "This one, please!"

Zhao Yuheng caught the box, glanced at it, and his eyes instantly lit up with a smile.

He deliberately held the box up a little higher, his voice dripping with mockery: "You like seeing me in red, huh??"

Jin Bao'er then realized that the male model on the box was...

She was wearing red boxer briefs with white trim, which were flamboyant and eye-catching.

His face burned even hotter, and he hurriedly looked away, stammering, "It's...it's alright, don't talk nonsense..."

"Buy, buy several more."

Zhao Yuheng smiled broadly, then took three more boxes of the same product, each in his own size.

Turning to the sales assistant, I said, "Boss, could you please get me a few more 175/65 sizes, in this blue color?"

He liked seeing Jin Bao'er in blue; it looked clean and refreshing, like a summer breeze brushing against his heart.

Jin Bao'er felt her scalp tingle and her ears burning.

This size is obviously for myself!

She reached out and tugged at his arm: "Why did you buy so much? You can't possibly wear it all..."

Zhao Yuheng grabbed his wrist with his other hand, his fingertips rubbing against his palm.

Her voice was low and alluring: "Wear them for me, change them every day, it's not enough."

Jin Bao'er's heart skipped a beat. She quickly pulled her hand away from his, blushing and turning her head away: "Who wants to wear this for you every day..."

The sound of the sales assistant turning around to get the goods from the warehouse could be heard.

The next second, Zhao Yuheng leaned in close, his warm breath brushing against Jin Bao'er's ear, his deep voice filled with laughter.

Every word drilled into his ears: "So, your husband wears this for you every day?"

Jin Bao'er's heart skipped a beat, and her fingertips clenched tightly.

He even forgot to breathe, and after holding it in for a while, he finally managed to squeeze out, "You big pervert!!"

Zhao Yuheng chuckled softly, the vibrations from his chest transmitted through their pressed bodies, making Jin Bao'er's whole body tingle.

……

Afterwards, the two went to the cinema. Zhao Yuheng had booked the tickets in advance; it was a well-received romance film.

On screen, the male lead is a civil engineering student from a poor family who has been in love with the female lead for many years, but their wedding date has been postponed again and again.

He couldn't afford a bride price, a wedding house, or even a decent wedding for her.

Later, he heard about a high-paying project in Xinjiang, so he gritted his teeth, packed his bags, and boarded a train heading far away.

That was the last time she went; she never returned.

As the end credits slowly rolled, Jin Bao'er's eyes were red.

His face was still streaked with tears, and the tissues he had crumpled were tattered.

The lights in the movie theater hadn't come on yet, and it was dark all around.

Only the light from the screen illuminated the scattered figures of people getting up, as they slowly packed their things and headed out.

He sniffed and muttered softly, "Is money really that important...? Being together is better than anything else."

Zhao Yuheng took out a new tissue and gently wiped away the tears on his cheeks.

The warmth of her fingertips carried a soothing power: "Look at him, he's penniless and incompetent, how can he bring happiness to a girl?"

"Isn't a girl's happiness simply being with him?"

Jin Bao'er looked up at him with wet eyes, full of confusion.

"From a girl's perspective, it might be enough to just be there for her, but guys shouldn't think that way."

Zhao Yuheng's voice was deep and earnest, his gaze fixed on the screen, carrying a stubbornness that others couldn't understand:

"He couldn't let a girl suffer with him for the rest of her life, nor could he let her be pointed at and talked about as someone who married a laborer."

Jin Bao'er pursed her lips, still disagreeing, but didn't argue further.

He felt that as long as the two of them stayed together, they could get through even the toughest days by gritting their teeth.

Looking at his simple yet stubborn appearance, Zhao Yuheng didn't say anything more, but simply ruffled his hair.

Her fingertips traced the corners of his reddened eyes, and she spoke softly, "I won't let you suffer with me."

He paused, then rubbed his thumb against Jin Bao'er's lower lip.

The touch was surprisingly soft, and there was a barely perceptible urgency in his voice:

"Wait until tonight... and I'll show you just how good I can be to you."

Jin Bao'er's face flushed red. She reached out and slapped his hand away, scolding him playfully, "There are people around, don't touch me like that..."

Zhao Yuheng chuckled softly and took his hand in his.

She toyed with his fingers, her voice barely audible: "I can't hold back anymore, what should I do?"

Jin Bao'er snuggled closer to him, avoiding the gazes of those around them, and whimpered softly, "Bear with it, or don't come out at all."

A soft, gentle remark, yet it tickled Zhao Yuheng's heart like a little hook.

His Adam's apple bobbed as his gaze fell on Jin Bao'er's reddened lips.

The color was so moist that it made his mouth dry.

The surrounding area was bustling with people, but no one noticed the undercurrents swirling in this corner—the perfect time to steal a kiss.

Zhao Yuheng didn't speak, but leaned closer, his warm breath landing on Jin Bao'er's cheek first, carrying a faint minty scent.

Jin Bao'er sensed his intention and hurriedly turned her head away, placing her hand on his shoulder and whispering urgently, "No... there are so many people."

Zhao Yuheng's lips brushed against his earlobe but missed, yet he didn't give up.

She nuzzled his neck with her nose, gently nibbled at his earlobe with her teeth, and said in a hoarse voice, "Baby, just one kiss, be good."