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

The night was as dark as ink that couldn't be dissolved, and the lights in the living room had long been off.

In the bathroom, hot water flowed over the man's firm abs, water droplets clinging to his abdominal hair before sliding down his waistline...

Zhao Yuheng wiped his face haphazardly, and the mist on the mirror reflected the movement of his Adam's apple.

My mind was filled with the image of Jinbao curled up on the bed, her fingertips clutching the foam, an itch spreading from my heart to every part of my body.

He was calculating the time, his movements to turn off the water were hurried, and his fingertips were trembling when he wiped the mirror.

I've been looking forward to this night for so long.

A sliver of dim yellow light shone through the small nightlight in the corridor, just enough to outline the silhouette of Zhao Yuheng as he emerged from the bathroom.

Jin Bao'er glanced at it out of the corner of her eye.

The man was wearing black boxer briefs.

Water droplets rolled down the well-defined fat-covered muscles, the edges of the abdominal hair still damp, before disappearing into the underwear.

The muscles in his shoulders and back are strong and smooth, and when he raises his hand to wipe his hair, his biceps bulge out in a firm arc.

Jin Bao'er blushed and her heart raced.

Compared to 5 years ago, men's muscles are stronger and more muscular.

but now……

The man suddenly jumped onto the bed and wrapped his arms around Jin Bao'er's waist, but his domineering aura completely dissipated.

It buried its head in Jinbao'er's neck and rubbed against her, the stubble on its chin tickling her, like a large dog begging for food.

"Bao'er," his voice was hoarse, carrying the languor of someone who had just taken a shower, as his nose brushed against Jin Bao'er's delicate skin, making her feel itchy.

"Still not asleep?"

Jin Bao'er froze and quickly shrank back to the edge of the bed.

Lowering her voice, a hint of panic in her tone, she said, "Don't make a scene. Mom and Dad are next door. What if they hear us?"

Zhao Yuheng didn't let go; instead, he hugged her even tighter.

His chest pressed against Jin Bao'er's back, the scalding heat seeping through the thin pajamas.

The hard muscles made Jinbao feel a little uneasy.

But he moved very gently, as if afraid of startling the person in his arms.

Zhao Yuheng nuzzled Jin Bao'er's nape, like a rejected wolfhound, his voice already tinged with grievance:

"No, they went to bed early. I waited for more than half an hour on purpose."

His hands wandered to Jin Bao'er's waist, the calluses on his palms brushing against her soft flesh, but Jin Bao'er pressed them down, her fingertips still a little cool.

"no,"

Jin Bao'er bit her lip, turned her head to glare at him, but a barely perceptible smile was hidden in her eyes. "What if?"

Zhao Yuheng stopped moving, raised his head from the crook of his neck, and looked at Jin Bao'er with longing eyes in the dim light.

His usual irritable and domineering nature had completely vanished.

Those eyes, which always held a sharp edge, were now wet, like those of a large dog drenched in a downpour.

Even the corners of his mouth were slightly downturned, and the muscles in his shoulders and back were drooping listlessly, making him look rather pitiful.

"But I met my parents today," he said softly, with a hint of pleading.

He gently scratched Jin Bao'er's palm with his fingers, the rough fingertips making Jin Bao'er's heart itch.

"Now that you've met my parents, you're my wife. Honey, how about a little reward?"

Jin Bao'er's heart softened at his gaze, but she still hardened her heart and turned her face away: "No, I said no and that means no."

Zhao Yuheng's arm drooped slightly, but he didn't loosen it; he simply buried his head back in Jin Bao'er's neck.

The muscles of his chest pressed against Jin Bao'er's back, but the usual oppressive feeling was gone; instead, there was a hint of aggrieved shrinking.

He nuzzled Jin Bao'er's collarbone, his voice muffled and slightly nasal:

"I've been waiting for so long, from the first time until today."

His kiss landed gently on the back of Jin Bao'er's neck, with a hint of cautious coaxing.

Unlike his usual domineering self, he was excessively gentle.

The strong jawline against the delicate skin creates an irresistible contrast.

"My dear child, please."

He snuggled closer to Jin Bao'er, his voice filled with unbearable grievance.

Even the muscles in his chest trembled slightly.

"Honey, I promise I'll be very, very quiet, I won't make a sound, okay?"

Jin Bao'er was at her wit's end by his nagging, but she couldn't bring herself to soften her heart, so she could only keep a straight face:

"I said no, if you keep making a fuss I'm going to sleep on the sofa."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yuheng stopped completely.

He froze for a few seconds, then slowly loosened his grip on Jin Bao'er's waist, though his fingers still lingered on the hem of her clothes.

He moved to the side, but not too far, lying on his side, gazing longingly at Jin Bao'er's profile.

She even softened her breathing, afraid of upsetting the people around her.

Seeing that pitiful look, Jin Bao'er's resolve crumbled instantly.

Jin Bao'er still gritted her teeth and didn't give in, but quietly moved closer to him.

Zhao Yuheng's eyes lit up for a moment, then quickly dimmed again, afraid that he might upset him by being too eager.

He reached out his finger and carefully touched the back of Jin Bao'er's hand.

His rough fingertips carried a pleading warmth, and his voice was as low as a mosquito's hum: "My dear, I really miss you so much. Please, just once, okay?"

His voice was choked with emotion, and his arms, which could usually lift a 200-pound barbell, were now limp and hanging by the bed.

The contours of the muscles softened considerably in the dim light, appearing almost unbelievably humble.

Her fingers gripped Jin Bao'er's clothes so tightly that her knuckles turned slightly white, but she dared not exert any force.

"I won't tease you, I'll just hug you and kiss you twice, okay?"

Seeing that Jin Bao'er didn't say anything, he pressed his advantage and moved closer.

Forehead pressed against Jinbao'er's forehead, nose tip rubbing against nose tip.

Her wet eyes stared at him, her Adam's apple bobbed, and her voice was almost overflowing with grievance: "Please, my little one."

Jin Bao'er was driven to the brink of despair by his contrasting tough-guy act of acting cute.

The little defense she had built up in her heart had long been shattered by his repeated "please."

He turned his head and met Zhao Yuheng's aggrieved eyes, and couldn't help but sigh.

Her fingertips gently hooked his fingers, her voice almost inaudible: "...Then promise me you won't make any noise, and be gentle."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Yuheng's eyes lit up instantly, and his pitiful and aggrieved look vanished.

But he didn't dare to be too presumptuous, so he cautiously leaned over and pecked Jin Bao'er on the lips.

The muscles in his chest tensed slightly from suppressed ecstasy.

Her voice was filled with lingering fear and grievance: "Thank you, my dear. I promise I'll be very gentle."

As he spoke, he snuggled back into Jinbao'er's arms, like a big dog that had finally gotten candy, hugging her arm even tighter.

The hard muscles pressed against Jin Bao'er's body, yet they were incredibly warm.

The moonlight from outside the window quietly slipped in and fell on the two figures.

The temperature inside the blanket rose higher and higher, and Zhao Yuheng swallowed all of Jin Bao'er's gasps.

The occasional soft moans that escaped her lips were also kissed by the man as he lowered his head.

The room next door was quiet, with only the soft rustling of the wind through the window, which made the love in this room even more tender.