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

When Jin Bao'er saw the person she had been longing for, she froze instantly, even forgetting to breathe.

Without saying a word, Zhao Yuheng bent down, unbuckled his seatbelt, grabbed his hand, and pulled him out.

He completely ignored the discussions, complaints, and curses of the people in the car behind him.

And so, he was led along, through the crowd, through the waiting hall, and all the way to a quiet corner.

"Zhao Yuheng, you..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Zhao Yuheng's eyes were bloodshot, and his eyes were filled with the madness and urgency that he had suppressed for five years. He suddenly leaned down and pressed closer.

With his right hand firmly gripping the back of Jin Bao'er's head, he gently pressed him against the wall.

The next second, a crazy, domineering, and aggressive kiss swept over them.

"What...are you doing...?"

Jin Bao'er raised her hand and patted his broad, sturdy back repeatedly, trying to struggle and speak.

Her lips were held tightly in his mouth, leaving no space whatsoever.

All that could be heard was the man's heavy, hot breathing, mixed with his heartbeat, making one's eardrums vibrate.

This is a public corner, where passersby occasionally walk by.

But the man in front of me seemed to have gone completely mad.

Like a wolf that has been starving for five years, she wanted nothing more than to tear him apart and devour him whole. She held him tightly with both hands and kissed him forcefully, regardless of anything else.

"Zhao Yuheng, you bastard! Get out! You don't want me anymore, why did you kiss me?"

Jin Bao'er mustered all her strength and pushed him away abruptly.

Zhao Yuheng took a step back, still keeping his head down, with beads of sweat on his forehead.

His eyes were bloodshot, as deep as the sea, swirling with a vortex that seemed to suck one in completely.

"I want you, Laozi."

This was the first time he had ever swore in front of him.

It carries that familiar yet domineering energy from five years ago.

"You want to find another woman? Aren't I enough for you?"

At that moment, Jin Bao'er clearly saw an almost obsessive possessiveness in his eyes.

My heart leaped with joy!

It turns out that the "finding a random man" trick really worked on him.

"Of course, since you're not with me, why wouldn't I find some other man?"

Jin Bao'er tilted her head back, looking completely self-righteous and not giving an inch.

The voice just fell.

Zhao Yuheng pressed down on him again, kissing him deeply and forcefully, almost suffocating him.

It took a long time before they loosened their grip, their foreheads pressed tightly against each other's, their noses rubbing together, their breaths mingling.

"I won't allow it!"

The man's voice was hoarse and deep, carrying an undeniable domineering and powerful quality, as well as an unyielding resolve.

"You think you can just forbid me like that? Who do you think you are? You only want me when you want me, and then you dump me when you don't."

"Zhao Yuheng, let me tell you, I have a temper too. Now get out of here!"

Having tasted success, Jin Bao'er felt confident and deliberately manipulated him, speaking in a sour and harsh tone.

Seeing Jin Bao'er's puffed-up, stubborn yet soft appearance, Zhao Yuheng panicked.

He had been in a panic ever since he made up his mind to push him away.

But at this moment, all the panic was stuck in his chest, and he couldn't say a word, falling into silence again.

Jin Bao'er stared at him, wanting to say a few more words.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Yuheng suddenly spoke, his voice low and hoarse, filled with grievance, resentment, and unwavering determination.

"My little one, please give me another chance."

That cry of "My little one!"

Jin Bao'er's mind went blank for a moment, as if "buzzing".

This term of endearment was originally used by parents when there were many children in the family, and it conveyed their unique favoritism and affection for the youngest child.

More touching than any sweet words, more touching than "wife" or "baby".

He was clearly taking advantage of his seniority, and the term should have been used to address the child, but he chose to use it on himself.

Sichuan men, how come they're so good at flirting!

Jin Bao'er had a thousand grievances, resentments, and bitterness in her heart.

In that one sound, everything was like a bubble, gently burst.

He still spoke sourly, deliberately trying to provoke him:

"Yesterday and the day before, someone wouldn't even show a muscle, and now they're calling someone 'little boy'—what's going on?"

The voice just fell.

Zhao Yuheng suddenly grabbed Jin Bao'er's hand, stuffed it into his short-sleeved shirt, and pressed it against his firm abs.

My palm pressed against the burning hot skin, its lines sharp and its texture distinct.

"My little one, you can touch my abs for the rest of your life."

what! !

……

Zhao Yuheng left the car where it was, asked someone to help load the goods, and then ran over to find someone.

It's almost time; I need to go back and get my car.

"I'll go with you."

Jin Bao'er held his hand tightly as they stood at the subway entrance, refusing to let go.

"I'll buy you a high-speed rail ticket. You should take the high-speed rail; it's uncomfortable sitting in the car," Zhao Yuheng advised in a low voice.

"I don't."

Jin Bao'er shook her head, gripping even tighter, refusing to let go even for a moment.

There was no other way, so Zhao Yuheng had to take him back with him.

While Zhao Yuheng was busy tying the ropes down below, they took advantage of the moment.

Jinbao ordered a whole bunch of takeout, then ran to the nearby mini-supermarket and bought everything she could: water, drinks, snacks, and her favorite gadgets.

Finally, they were all crammed into the cockpit, filling it to the brim, leaving almost no room to move.

After Zhao Yuheng finished his work, he climbed onto the car and took a look.

Apart from the glass and the spot where he was sitting, the entire place was stuffed with snacks.

He smiled helplessly, said nothing, sat up, fastened his seatbelt, looked in the rearview mirror, and steadily reversed the car.

The two drove away from Yunnan together again.

"Tell me, what made you change your mind?"

Jin Bao'er leaned against the side, eating snacks as she asked, her tone filled with undisguised coquettishness.

Zhao Yuheng's fingers tightened slightly around the steering wheel.

He didn't speak for a long time.

Jin Bao'er knew he needed to concentrate while driving, so she didn't want to rush him.

But unable to resist, he deliberately threatened:

"Don't give me the silent treatment, or I'll jump out of the car."

"It's not convenient to talk about it now, I'll tell you later."

Zhao Yuheng finally spoke in a low voice.

Jin Bao'er prioritized safety and didn't ask any more questions.

After finishing his snacks, he felt sleepy and naturally climbed back onto the small bed in the carriage.

His movements were practiced and natural, as if he were at home.

In her sleep, Jin Bao'er dreamed again about the day they broke up.

The moment Zhao Yuheng uttered the words "break up," his heart ached as if it were being torn apart.

He tried to persuade them to stay, and he struggled with the decision.

But Zhao Yuheng's attitude was so firm and stubborn; once he made up his mind, no one could change it.

He respected him and did his best.

They just didn't threaten to kill themselves.

That would be too unsightly and undignified for anyone.

Sometimes he couldn't help but think:

If at that time, they really had threatened to kill themselves.

Will he still insist on breaking up?

Will there be another five years of long and agonizing separation?

"Little one, get up and eat."

A deep, hoarse voice gently woke him up.

Jin Bao'er opened her eyes and realized that her eyes were full of tears and her pillowcase was soaked.

Zhao Yuheng parked his car at the service area.

Seeing that he was sleeping soundly, I got out of the car, bought food for two people, and took it back to the car.

With his help, Jin Bao'er slowly sat back down in her seat.

Zhao Yuheng carefully opened the lunchbox for him and set out the chopsticks.

"Is this what you used to eat?"

Jin Bao'er looked at his boxed lunch, which was plain and bland, with hardly any meat, and pitifully simple.

It's just a little bit more of my own flesh.

"Please bear with this for now, little one. I'll cook you something delicious when we get home."

Jin Bao'er suddenly remembered the past.

Back then, he ate discounted meals, and the discounted dishes had more meat than this.

Zhao Yuheng, still frowning, insisted on putting the chicken leg from his bowl into his bowl and giving it to him.

He doesn't even blink when eating such bland food.

"Can you stop taking advantage of me? Calling me 'little one' all the time, do you really want to be a father?"

Jin Bao'er felt a pang of sadness and tenderness in her heart, but she still sulked and glared at him angrily.

I just finished speaking.

A man's low, gentle laughter reached my ears.

"I just want to pamper you."

Zhao Yuheng looked at him intently, his eyes filled with five years of guilt, helplessness, longing, and the preciousness of something lost and then regained.

It was heavy and so hot it made my eyes sting.