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

Just then, a silvery flash of lightning ripped through the leaden-gray sky, turning everything in the world into a brief daylight.

Immediately following, a muffled thunderclap rolled across the clouds, causing the air to tremble slightly.

Large raindrops began to fall without warning.

It hit the scorching asphalt, instantly creating a thin layer of white mist, carrying damp heat.

"It's raining... Heng-ge..."

Jin Bao'er gently tugged at Zhao Yuheng's sleeve, her voice soft and damp with raindrops.

"Let's go home."

Zhao Yuheng didn't say much, but grabbed his wrist tightly with his other hand.

The rough calluses on my palms brushed against my delicate skin, carrying a burning heat.

It's only a ten-minute walk from here to my place, or five minutes if I run.

Large raindrops quickly soaked their hair and cheeks.

Cool raindrops trickled down his jawline, mingling with the sweat on his forehead, sticking stickily to his skin.

Jin Bao'er didn't feel embarrassed at all. He looked up at the man beside him, whose taut jawline and shoulders and back looked even firmer after being soaked.

My heart felt like it was filled with something warm.

The man's palms were burning hot, and the grip on his hand was neither too light nor too heavy, but carried a reassuring certainty.

The wind, carrying the scent of rain, blew by, lifting the hems of their clothes, and splashing water at their feet before it fell back down.

Jin Bao'er secretly curled the corners of her mouth, her steps unconsciously following Zhao Yuheng's rhythm.

As long as this hand never lets go, he's willing to stay with him like this.

Run into the countless rainy and dry days to come.

……

Meanwhile, in Jinbao'er's hometown, at the hospital.

"Hey, Second Sister, now that your little villa is all built, what's wrong with paying a little more for medical expenses?" Jin Bao'er's second aunt said to her aunt in the hospital corridor.

At this time, although her aunt's face was covered with wrinkles and her hair was already gray, the clothes she wore were no longer the cheap kind that cost nine yuan and ninety cents with free shipping.

"What do you mean? I've already paid half, and you don't want to spend any more money?"

It turned out that Grandma had accidentally fallen while walking and injured her back. The materials needed for the surgery were quite expensive, costing a total of 100,000 yuan, and Aunt had already paid 50,000 yuan.

"Your Jinbao gives you more than 50,000 yuan every month, right? That's your mother's money, how can you be so heartless?" Auntie said with a dark face and an unfriendly tone.

Hearing this, the aunt laughed in anger, turning to her younger brother who was standing silently with his head down beside her: "Gan Weijie, say something! They're all our mother, why should I pay for everything?"

It wasn't that her aunt was unwilling, but she couldn't stand the way this family treated her.

"Sis, you live in such a nice house, so paying a little more shouldn't be a big deal, right..."

Gan Weijie spoke softly, but showed no remorse whatsoever.

aunt:"……"

Yes, she lives in a small villa; yes, Jinbao'er definitely gave her more than 50,000 yuan.

But so what?

These were all gifts from Jin Bao'er. What favors had this family ever done for Jin Bao'er?

"Sis, if you won't give it to me, fine. I'll call Jinbao. I refuse to believe he'd just stand by and watch his own grandmother die!"

My second aunt also acted like a dead pig that wasn't afraid of boiling water.

"Go ahead and hit me. The old lady forced me to marry and took five thousand yuan as a bride price. From that moment on, she sold me out."

"Consider this 50,000 yuan as my repayment to her. From now on, we're even." The aunt snorted coldly, then turned and left.

Aunt and Uncle watched their aunt's departing figure, feeling somewhat resentful, but they didn't chase after her.

……

When Zhao Yuheng and Jin Bao'er stumbled and ran home.

The hem of her clothes was still dripping water, and water droplets from her hair rolled down her cheeks.

Li Jiaxin caught a glimpse of this from the living room and quickly grabbed two large towels from the balcony to greet them: "Oh dear, you're soaked! Come in and take a shower, don't catch a cold."

Zhao Yuheng took the towel without saying a word, and simply pulled Jin Bao'er towards the bedroom.

He locked the door with a "click" behind him.

Jin Bao'er was still wiping the water off her face when Zhao Yuheng deftly took off his soaking wet T-shirt.

Her shoulders and back, glistening from the rain, were revealed, and then she reached out to unbutton his shirt.

"Oh, I can do it myself..."

Jin Bao'er shrank back, her fingertips just touching her collar when the man's warm palm pressed down on her.

"Don't move."

Zhao Yuheng's voice was damp and hoarse, carrying a hint of rain, but his actions left no room for argument.

She ran her fingertips across the skin of his neck and peeled off his soaking wet shirt. "Let's wash together, hurry up."

White steam quickly filled the bathroom, and hot water poured onto the tiles with a "whoosh".

Zhao Yuheng first adjusted the water temperature to a warm temperature before turning the showerhead towards Jinbaoer.

Warm water washed over his collarbone and flowed down his waist.

Jin Bao'er comfortably squinted his eyes and saw Zhao Yuheng squeeze a large dollop of shower gel into his palm, rub it into fine foam, and then reach out to cover his back.

The man's hands, calloused, applied just the right amount of pressure, massaging from his shoulder blades down to his waist, carefully kneading every vertebra that jutted out from his spine.

Jin Bao'er was pressed down until her whole body went limp, and she obediently leaned against the wall.

He let her scrub her arms and armpits, and even pinched and rubbed her fingertips.

"bend over."

Zhao Yuheng's voice came from above, just as Jin Bao'er bent down.

He felt the man's hand slide down his waistline, gently massaging his lower back.

The warm foam clings to the skin, accompanied by the sound of water, creating an indescribable sense of intimacy.

Jin Bao'er suddenly felt an itch in her heart, and while Zhao Yuheng was bending down to rub his calves, she raised her hand and slapped his butt.

The muscles there are firm, and when you pat them, they bounce back elastically.

Zhao Yuheng suddenly sat up straight, splashing water all over Jin Bao'er's face.

He grabbed a towel from the side and wiped his face, a smile playing on his lips: "You've gotten bolder, daring to ambush your husband now?"

"Who told you to rub it so diligently..."

Jin Bao'er turned her face away, her ear tips turning red in the heat. "I just... I just wanted to see if it was as strong as before."

"Before?" Zhao Yuheng deliberately leaned closer, his warm breath brushing against his ear. "When was the last time you touched me?"

Jin Bao'er was momentarily speechless at the question.

He just made up an excuse, and after touching her so many times, he couldn't possibly remember which time it was.

He was stammering when suddenly the man wrapped his arm around his waist, and his back bumped against a warm "wall".

Zhao Yuheng hugged him from behind.

"Don't move." Zhao Yuheng rested his chin on the top of his head, his voice muffled. "Let me hold you for a while."

The hot water was still flowing down, warming their bodies.

Jin Bao'er could clearly feel the man's heartbeat behind her, "thump thump," transmitted through her soaked skin, slowly merging with the rhythm in her own chest.

He turned around and buried his face in Zhao Yuheng's chest.

My nose brushed against his collarbone, and I smelled the crisp scent of shower gel mixed with rainwater.

"Brother Heng,"

He spoke in a muffled voice, his fingers gripping the skin on the man's back, "Your heart is beating so fast."

"Um."

Zhao Yuheng's hands ran through his hair, ruffling the wet strands. "It's been five years, and I'm always afraid this is a dream."

Jin Bao'er didn't say anything, but snuggled even deeper into his arms.

The white mist in the bathroom grew thicker and thicker, enveloping the two figures as if trying to fill in the five years of emptiness.

When Zhao Yuheng lowered his head, the tip of his nose touched Jin Bao'er's forehead.

He paused, gently cupped his chin, and caressed his moist lips with his fingertips.

Jin Bao'er's eyelashes trembled, and she leaned closer.

First, a gentle touch, like a feather landing on the water's surface, with a tentative softness.

Then, Zhao Yuheng's kiss deepened, carrying his unique domineering nature, yet he restrained himself from using too much force, afraid of disturbing the person in his arms.

Jin Bao'er's breathing became erratic from the kisses. She reached out and grabbed his shoulders, her fingertips digging into the muscles of his back.

The water was still splashing, mingling with the two people's suppressed breaths as they lingered in the small bathroom.

Zhao Yuheng's hand slid from the back of his neck to his waist, holding him tightly in his arms, as if he wanted to make up for all the hugs he had missed in the past five years.

"My youngest child."

When he released his lips, his voice was terribly hoarse, his forehead pressed against his, "Let's never be apart again, okay?"

Water droplets clung to Jin Bao'er's eyelashes; it was impossible to tell if they were from hot water or something else.

She nodded vigorously, then leaned in and gently pecked his lips: "We won't separate."

The white mist enveloped their shoulders, shutting out the sound of rain outside the window.

At this moment, the bathroom was filled only with warm water, delicate foam, and two hearts pressed tightly together, finally no longer missing each other.