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

"It must be exhausting for one person to bear so much alone?"

Jin Bao'er released her grip on Zhao Yuheng's hand.

Then, with his other hand, he grasped Zhao Yuheng's rough fingers, but his gaze drifted elsewhere.

Jin Bao'er raised her head and looked at his profile.

The redness at the corner of her eye was still clearly visible.

"My husband isn't tired."

The man's voice was deep and hoarse, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor.

It was as if they were afraid that saying even one more word would reveal the turmoil and distress churning within them.

He couldn't resist and extended his burning hot fingertips.

Gently wipe the corner of Jinbao'er's eye.

Jin Bao'er felt the man's hot and powerful palm.

The warmer his fingertips felt, the more his heart ached.

He took his 200 million yuan and went to school peacefully.

She used his connections to get on the road to becoming a bridal bride.

This allowed him to forge ahead on his writing path.

His career is thriving.

And what about Zhao Yuheng?

A once-promising young man suddenly fell into a quagmire.

At this point, they were still unwilling to drag him into the mess.

They even lifted him high in the air...

He really didn't think that much about it.

All he knew was that Zhao Yuheng must have encountered some terrible trouble.

She had no choice but to break up with him, but she was afraid that he would continue to pester her.

That's why they came up with that lame excuse of cheating...

What I called respect only pushed him to face the darkness alone.

He felt guilty!

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

Jin Bao'er's voice trembled and was so hoarse that it was almost inaudible.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Yuheng hugged him tightly.

She pulled him tightly into her arms.

His chin pressed against the top of Jin Bao'er's head, the force so strong it felt like he wanted to knead her into his very bones.

His chest trembled slightly; five years of forbearance and longing had all been transformed into this forceful embrace.

"Baby, never say sorry to your husband, never."

As the man spoke, he showered Jin Bao'er with kisses on her forehead.

The kiss was urgent and forceful, tinged with a sense of trepidation at having something lost and then regained.

It was as if he was confirming that the person in his arms was real, not a phantom he couldn't grasp in his midnight dreams.

They let the evening breeze caress their faces.

Occasionally, one or two couples would walk by in the distance.

Seeing the two boys being so intimate, she only glanced at them and walked away.

"If you already know, then I can't hide it from you anymore."

"For the past five years, I have been thinking about you every single day, every single moment."

"Even though I have your contact information saved in my phone, I always feel the urge to call and hear your voice."

"But I was always stopped by reason..."

He was afraid that if he heard Bao'er's voice, he would rush to find him without thinking, and that he would get covered in mud and dirty the clean-cut boy.

"I have never asked for your thoughts or opinions."

"I just took it upon myself to make the decision for you."

"I kept everything from you; I'm the one who should apologize."

The man's deep voice, word by word, struck Jin Bao'er's ears.

He longed to see his precious child.

miss you.

I'm going crazy thinking about it.

Now I feel so guilty seeing his baby because of me.

His heart ached so much he could hardly breathe.

Regret overwhelmed him like a tidal wave; he hated his own arrogance…

I hate my own cowardice...

I hate that for the past five years, Bao'er has been left alone to suffer from misunderstandings and sadness.

He could only watch from a great distance as his name appeared on the bestseller list, feeling both proud and heartbroken.

He hated himself for being incapable of giving Bao'er a perfect and happy life.

He hated himself for abandoning Jin Bao'er for five years.

He knew better than anyone how difficult those five years had been for him.

Similarly, Jin Bao'er's past five years have certainly not been any better than mine.

After all, this fool was still waiting for him when there was no hope left.

He didn't know what kind of belief had sustained this little guy through the long five years.

All he can do now is spend the rest of his life making up for the sincerity he betrayed.

As long as his darling is willing.

He would give his life for him.

"Okay, let's not talk about what happened after that."

"Let's face the rest of our lives bravely and happily."

As for why, Zhao Yuheng suddenly understood that day and didn't want to ask anymore.

All he wants now is to hold onto this man tightly and never let go for the rest of his life.

Zhao Yuheng closed his eyes briefly, and hot tears silently fell onto Jin Bao'er's hair.

This was the second time he had cried in five years.

It wasn't because of the hardships and suffering, but because the person in his arms was still willing to give him a chance.

He didn't go to see Jin Bao'er on the day he left Kunming.

He had no idea how much he regretted it.

Thankfully, that day he acted impulsively; jealousy, regret, and longing overwhelmed all his reason.

He mustered all his courage and rushed to the station, stopping Jinbao'er's car.

He couldn't let go of someone who had quietly waited for him for five years to avoid putting him in a difficult position.

"Okay, I'll listen to my wife."

After Zhao Yuheng finished speaking, he lowered his head and covered Jin Bao'er's lips with his own.

It wasn't just a quick peck; it was a kiss that lasted a very long time.

It carries the domineering and assertive nature inherent in men.

Yet it concealed extreme restraint, a trait consistent with the gentleness of last night.

The two kissed for several minutes.

They parted, panting heavily.

At this moment, Zhao Yuheng suddenly stood up.

Their movements were so fast they were almost frantic, as if they were afraid that if they were a second too late, the happiness before them would vanish.

He took a small box out of his pocket.

Jin Bao'er's eyes were wide open.

Before he could react, Zhao Yuheng suddenly knelt down on one knee and opened the box.

A sparkling ring unexpectedly caught his eye.

"Gan Jinbao, we've known each other for so long, it's time to give you a proper title."

"Will you be my wife, Zhao Yuheng?"

Zhao Yuheng looked at him, his eyes filled with seriousness.

He thought that he had to give Bao'er a formal confession no matter what.

The evening breeze caressed Zhao Yuheng's resolute face, and the warm light of the streetlights fell on his brows and eyes.

Those eyes held an unyielding determination and passion.

The heat made Jinbao'er's heart pound uncontrollably.

Is this a confession of love or a marriage proposal?

Jin Bao'er instinctively covered her mouth with her hand to hide the turmoil in her heart.

"Confession."

"When we're really going to get married, I'll give you a grand proposal."

The man flashed a bright white smile, his tone unusually serious.

Jin Bao'er was still thinking of reaching out to help him up.

But then I noticed that passersby in the distance had already raised their phones to take pictures.

Startled, Jin Bao'er quickly grabbed the ring and hurriedly put it on her finger.

Then she hugged Zhao Yuheng tightly.

With his back to the cameras.

Zhao Yuheng excitedly hugged Jin Bao'er back.

She lowered her head and kissed his neck hard.

"Hurry up, hurry up, they seem to be taking pictures."

Jin Bao'er grabbed his arm and urged him urgently.

To everyone's surprise, Zhao Yuheng stood still.

"Let them take the pictures. It's not like I'm confessing my love to my wife. It's not like it's anything shameful."

As Zhao Yuheng spoke, he waved to the people holding up their phones.

Then, she proudly raised Jin Bao'er's hand and waved it as if showing off a precious treasure.

The ring on her fingertip shimmered with tiny lights under the streetlamp.

Jin Bao'er could only shyly bury her face in his chest, letting Zhao Yuheng "parade around" beside her.

The evening breeze carried the fragrance of roadside flowers, lingering tenderly around the two embracing figures.

The streetlights in the distance cast a warm yellow glow, stretching their shadows long and thin.