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

Zhao Yuheng could only move his body slightly to relieve the discomfort.

But as soon as you move, the person opposite you flips over and dodges.

Zhao Yuheng: "..."

in the dark.

Jin Bao'er opened her watery eyes and a mischievous smile on her lips.

Hearing the man's still somewhat heavy breathing, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The laughter was as light as a feather, yet it tickled Zhao Yuheng's taut nerves.

"My dear, please feel sorry for your husband."

Even after discovering that Jin Bao'er was pretending to be asleep, Zhao Yuheng wasn't angry and continued to coax her in a hoarse voice.

His voice was deep and dark, carrying the grievances and urgency that had lingered for five years.

"Put everything else aside, just tell me if I can meet your parents."

Jin Bao'er thought to herself that she would ask about the reason later.

I went to see Zhao Yuheng's parents first, so that at least they would know that I exist.

A person he hid for five years, lost for five years, and went mad for five years.

"My mom's alright, but my dad's got a real temper. Aren't you afraid of getting beaten up?"

Zhao Yuheng put one hand around Jin Bao'er's waist and pulled him into his arms.

Jin Bao'er leaned against him, as if she were leaning against a big furnace.

His back felt warm from the heat, and the temperature made his nose sting.

"Shouldn't you shield me?" Jin Bao'er retorted.

His tone was harsh, but his heart was incredibly soft.

No sooner had he finished speaking than he heard a deep, muffled laugh from above.

"Okay, honey will protect you."

The laughter was low and hoarse, carrying the joy of something lost and found, but also a cautiousness that dared not exert any force.

As soon as he finished speaking, the man's hands and feet started to wander again.

It's not about being unrestrained; it's about an instinct that's been suppressed for too long and is about to spiral out of control at the slightest provocation.

"Don't move!"

Jin Bao'er's voice tightened.

"Hurry up and tell your parents that we're going to see them when we go home this time."

"It's late at night, they're all asleep. We'll talk about it tomorrow, okay?"

Zhao Yuheng couldn't wait to pull down Jin Bao'er's pants.

She moved quickly, yet dared not actually hurt him.

Jin Bao'er: "..."

With his pants half off, Jin Bao'er shoved Zhao Yuheng away by pushing him away with a slap on his chest.

"No, let's talk about it after I see my parents."

After saying that, he quickly moved aside, using the bed as a support, to avoid the situation.

He pulled up his pants and tucked the blanket in tighter to keep an eye out for the "pervert" next to him.

The man, burning with lust: "..."

That surging heat was forcefully suppressed back into my heart by a single sentence.

It hurts, but I don't dare to force it.

I love it, but I dare not touch it.

Seeing that Jin Bao'er was really unwilling, Zhao Yuheng did not force her any further.

I went to the toilet and flushed for a while.

Pouring cold water onto the burning skin barely managed to suppress the restlessness that was about to explode.

Only after Jinbao'er fell asleep did I lie back down on the bed.

Gently, without disturbing them.

It's like holding a precious treasure that's been lost and found again, one that's so fragile it could break at the slightest touch.

The next morning, the alarm clock rang once and was then turned off.

But Jin Bao'er, who was on alert, still overheard it.

The man didn't wake him, so he wanted to sleep a little longer.

But then the man put on his pants, fastened his belt, made a phone call, and went outside.

His back was tall and his shoulders were ramrod straight.

That was a certainty and determination he had never felt in the past five years.

When Jin Bao'er saw him leave, she quickly got up to eavesdrop.

My heart was beating fast and erratically.

"Hey old man, I'm bringing my wife to meet you today."

Zhao Yuheng's voice was calm, yet undeniable.

"So eager? Shouldn't we start preparing?"

"Yes, that's right. You should be mentally prepared."

"Let me think about how big a red envelope to give... I really feel guilty towards my daughter-in-law."

"In the past, I would have given several houses as a gift, but now I can only give a small red envelope."

The man spoke with a tone full of regret.

Zhao Yuheng felt uneasy listening to this.

It tastes sour and astringent, stuck in my throat, I can't swallow it down, and I can't spit it out.

Now is not the time to comfort the old man, so he said:

"Has my mom not told you yet? You should ask her first; she knows about your daughter-in-law's situation."

He hung up the phone immediately after saying that.

He was afraid that the old man would scold him beforehand if he found out the truth.

I need to get my mom to lay the groundwork first.

So he sent his mother another WeChat message, asking her to explain.

My mom called immediately.

"Hey, youngest son, you really found us a son-in-law?"

The woman's voice remained gentle and pleasant.

"The old man..."

"He went out early this morning, so tell me first."

"Yes, we'll be home tonight, and I'll bring him to meet you then."

"Oh, so urgent?"

This was the first time Li Jiaxin had ever seen her son bring a daughter-in-law home, and it was a male daughter-in-law at that.

Although I am open-minded, I am still a little nervous.

"Yeah, it is a bit urgent."

Zhao Yuheng responded softly, but his gaze unconsciously drifted towards the doorway of the room.

He wasn't anxious about the time; he was afraid of missing even a second.

"Okay, then I'll talk to your dad today so he can be mentally prepared."

"Make sure you wear warm clothes when you come back. With his temper, I'm afraid I won't be able to control him."

"it is good."

Zhao Yuheng only put his phone away after his mother hung up the phone.

In the blink of an eye, I saw Jin Bao'er eavesdropping at the door.

Upon being discovered, he immediately stood up straight and proudly raised his head.

He didn't seem guilty at all.

He used to be a coward, now he's a confident and dashing guy.

Good.

Zhao Yuheng looked at him, a smile slowly spreading across his eyes.

Wrapped in five years of debt, longing, guilt, and ecstasy.

"Did you hear everything, my little one?"

"I'll take you to meet our parents tonight."

Zhao Yuheng flashed a smile, revealing a set of white teeth.

That smile was the softness of bittersweet joy, the warmth of something lost and then regained.

Jin Bao'er still held her head high with pride.

However, there was a subtle upward curve at the corners of his mouth.

That's more or less.

Once we take control of his parents first, Zhao Yuheng will be even less likely to escape our grasp.

Jin Bao'er felt that she was a genius.

But only he himself knew.

Beneath that pride lies a deep vulnerability born from five years of waiting, five years of fear, and five years of grievance.

……

"Okay, I'm going to take a shower."

After Jin Bao'er finished speaking, she went into the bathroom.

There's still over an hour before departure.

When he came out after taking a shower, Zhao Yuheng had already bought breakfast.

It was two bowls of beef rice noodles.

Steaming hot, the aroma is so enticing it makes your nose tingle.

When Jin Bao'er was studying in northern Beijing, she missed Yunnan rice noodles very much.

I didn't expect this man to remember.

His smile deepened.

Little by little, it seeped into my eyes.

The two of them ate heartily.

Zhao Yuheng, in particular, finished his meal in just a few bites.

He threw the box into the trash can and went into the bathroom.

Jin Bao'er glanced at it.

I saw the man bending over, scrubbing something in the bathtub.

Actually, his pants weren't completely dry last night, so they're currently not dry at all!

Do I even need to tell you what the man is doing?!

Jin Bao'er's face turned red instantly.

What a jerk! He even washes his wife's underwear!

But then I thought about how many times I had washed him back then.

Now that he's washing himself voluntarily, that's a reward in itself.

Thinking this, Jin Bao'er wasn't shy at all and continued to eat her rice noodles slowly.

Only the tips of her ears were quietly turning a burning red.

"Son, I washed your underwear. I'll hang it in the car to dry later. We should be going now."

The man spoke without batting an eye.

He even put it in a plastic bag and stuffed it into his pocket.

It felt so natural, as if it had been done a thousand times.

Jin Bao'er: "..."

He discovered that Zhao Yuheng had become incredibly shameless.

He does everything with a serious expression and without flinching.

But only Zhao Yuheng himself knew.

Every movement reveals his desire to make up for the tenderness he missed over the past five years, little by little.

The two arrived at the truck.

Zhao Yuheng climbed up the car after inspecting it.

Then Jinbao shouted:

"Zhao Yuheng, do you have a grudge against my underwear? Look, you've poked it all over!"

He pointed to his underwear and said.

From Zhao Yuheng's perspective, there was indeed a hole there.

Small, yet exceptionally glaring.

Zhao Yuheng: "..."

Jin Bao'er finally saw a hint of embarrassment on his otherwise composed face.

That little bit of panic, clumsiness, and cuteness.

"Then I'll punish you by making you wash my clothes for the rest of your life."

After Jin Bao'er finished speaking, she picked up her underwear and hung it up on a hook.

His tone was domineering, but there was a smile hidden in his eyes.

Zhao Yuheng: "..."

Why do I have this feeling that I've been tricked into getting on a pirate ship?

But I can't quite put my finger on it.

I ruined my underwear myself, so why does it seem like I'm going to be burdened with this for the rest of my life?

Our Zhao Da Mengnan seems to be a little out of sync with Jin Bao'er's train of thought.

After realizing what he had done, he shook his head.

His face was full of endless doting smiles.

In that smile, there was pain, tenderness, relief, and peace of mind.

There's something I've kept hidden for five years, something I haven't dared to say aloud:

Fortunately, you're still willing to let me pay for it for the rest of my life.