Help, My Buff Roommate is Begging to Touch my Abs - Chapter 28

Chapter 28: Playing Games with Husband

Finally, Jin Bao’er supported Zhao Yuheng over to his own slightly narrow single bed.

“Brother Heng, I’m sorry to trouble you; please don’t look down on it.”

When he said “look down on,” he was referring to his own bed.

In truth, Jin Bao’er was self-conscious, but he kept it hidden deep in his heart. He had the determination to walk out of the mountains, so he generally wasn’t disturbed by the outside world.

But facing Zhao Yuheng, this man who wore his heart on his sleeve for him, who came from a superior family, and whose combat power was off the charts, he sometimes felt that even as a friend, he might not be worthy.

“I look down on it.”

Zhao Yuheng dropped the sentence without hesitation and then, without any warning, lay down. The bed frame let out a groan of a “creak.”

When he came to his senses, Zhao Yuheng realized that after he said those words, Jin Bao’er had frozen in place, his eyes dimming for an instant as if he were contemplating something.

“I… I’ll change the sheets for you and bring your own bedding?”

Jin Bao’er didn’t know what else to do and could only hurriedly suggest an alternative.

“If I looked down on it, I wouldn’t be lying here.”

Zhao Yuheng turned on his side, swept a glance at Jin Bao’er, and spoke crossly.

Hearing this, Jin Bao’er let out a huge sigh of relief, the gloom on his face vanishing instantly. That delayed reaction had nearly scared him to death.

Following that was Jin Bao’er’s “waiting on him hand and foot” (bringing tea and water). To make it convenient for Zhao Yuheng to get out of bed for the toilet without kicking the things nearby, he tidied up the mountain of clutter piled under the bed. He even cleared the path Zhao Yuheng might walk until it was spotless. Zhao Yuheng had borrowed a crutch from somewhere, and Jin Bao’er thoughtfully placed it in a good spot.

After settling everything and reaching lights-out time, Jin Bao’er climbed into Zhao Yuheng’s vacated upper bunk. He held Zhao Yuheng’s pillow and cautiously lowered his head to sniff it. A faint scent of laundry detergent mixed with Zhao Yuheng’s unique scent of sweat that was the smell belonging to Zhao Yuheng.

Jin Bao’er lay there quietly, as if lying in Zhao Yuheng’s embrace, his whole body wrapped in the man’s aura. That night, Jin Bao’er slept exceptionally peacefully.

…

The next day was Saturday.

The Eldest and the Second were going on a picnic with their classmates, so the task of bringing meals to Zhao Yuheng naturally fell to Jin Bao’er. Originally, Jin Bao’er was going to the library to study today, but because he had to take care of Zhao Yuheng, he stayed in the dormitory willingly.

In the morning, after Zhao Yuheng got up, Jin Bao’er prepared a basin of warm water to wash his face. To his surprise, Zhao Yuheng insisted that Jin Bao’er help him wipe it.

His “Big Husband” (Lao Gong) what else could he do? He just had to pamper him.

Zhao Yuheng was only wearing a pair of black athletic, high-elastic underwear. The lines of his exposed muscles were distinct all over his body, especially those two firm pectoral muscles, which rose and fell slightly with his breathing.

Jin Bao’er could only take a deep breath, suppress the restlessness in his heart, and walk over. He wrung out a hot towel and gently wiped Zhao Yuheng’s face. When he wiped down to the chin, Zhao Yuheng suddenly looked up, his gaze crashing straight into the depths of Jin Bao’er’s eyes.

Jin Bao’er’s hand paused, and the towel in his hand went “clatter,” falling onto Zhao Yuheng’s chest, getting stuck right in that deep cleavage. Zhao Yuheng didn’t move; he just looked at him with a half-smile as he frantically tried to pick it up.

His fingertips accidentally brushed against the man’s prominent Adam’s apple; the other Adam’s apple rolled violently up and down. Suddenly, a large hand grabbed Jin Bao’er’s wrist.

He pressed the towel back onto his own face: “Stupid as death, I’ll do it myself.”

But the hand grabbing Jin Bao’er didn’t let go; instead, using Jin Bao’er’s strength, he slowly wiped his face. The man’s rough palm was pressed tight against the back of his hand, and the scalding temperature transmitted through the towel, making Jin Bao’er’s heartbeat feel like it was about to explode.

After finishing wiping Zhao Yuheng’s face, Jin Bao’er grabbed the basin and fled in a panic, his earlobes red as dripping blood.

Next, the two continued to stay in the dorm. Jin Bao’er sat at the desk reading, while Zhao Yuheng lay on Jin Bao’er’s bed playing games.

“Thirsty.”

Hearing this, Jin Bao’er quickly brought over a cup of warm water. Zhao Yuheng took a big, fierce gulp, water droplets still hanging from the corners of his mouth.

“Hungry.”

Jin Bao’er quickly grabbed a pack of soda crackers he had just bought, tore it open, and fed them to Zhao Yuheng one piece after another.

“Had enough studying? Play a round of games with me.”

Zhao Yuheng had been “pitied” (screwed over) by his teammates several times.

Damn it, that damn Yao just follows the Jungler. The whole team only has him, the Marksman, to carry! And that Yao still won’t follow him; the Jungler is already 0-7, yet she’s still “faithful until death.” Damn it, I need to find support too.

Seeing this, Jin Bao’er could only put down his book and pick up his phone. He actually had Honor of Kings on his phone too; Hu Xiaowen often pulled him into playing in their spare time. His skills weren’t top-tier, just around 1 or 2 stars in King rank.

But when he saw Zhao Yuheng’s rank, he was startled. He was already 125 stars Honorary King!

His own account was always managed by Hu Xiaowen. Because Hu Xiaowen was a game fanatic and one account’s playtime wasn’t enough, he needed two, so he conveniently helped Jin Bao’er play as well; he was now at 70 stars in King rank.

Although they couldn’t play together in a trio, they could in a five-man team. So, with Zhao Yuheng as the room owner, they gathered three random players and started a team with Jin Bao’er.

“Sit over here.”

Zhao Yuheng patted the empty space beside him and called out overbearingly.

“Ah?”

Jin Bao’er hesitated for a moment but still walked over and sat next to Zhao Yuheng. The two squeezed onto the narrow single bed to play; Zhao Yuheng’s leg was inconvenient, so he leaned against the headboard while Jin Bao’er sat by his side, arm-to-arm and thigh-to-thigh.

“Just hide behind me; don’t let them poke you down.”

The hero Zhao Yuheng was playing seemed to be a newly released one called Sun Quan; he looked majestic. He had Jin Bao’er pick Yao to follow him.

Actually, Jin Bao’er wanted to pick a Mage; after all, they can kill people and escape. He felt Yao didn’t have much room for skill expression, at most finding the right time to refresh a shield or help a teammate block a crowd-control effect.

But he was very obedient, staying behind Sun Quan to cast skills, occasionally possessing him. For the first 10 minutes, the two played very cautiously; the enemy ganked several times but didn’t catch them, though the tower was pressured until it had lost nearly half its health.

After 10 minutes, Zhao Yuheng’s Sun Quan began to roam, going wherever there were people, fighting as soon as he met them!

“First Blood!” “Double Kill!” “Triple Kill!” “Quadra Kill!” “Penta Kill!”

Listening to the stirring announcements from the tablet, the Yao controlled by Jin Bao’er was panting as he chased from behind, completely unable to keep up with that Sun Quan who had gone on a killing spree.

“Brother Heng, your play is too amazing! A Penta Kill!”

“It’s alright, just getting a Penta Kill for fun every now and then.”

Zhao Yuheng spoke casually, but his expression couldn’t hide his pride. He even freed up a hand to rub Jin Bao’er’s head. His Brother Heng really had the skills, being able to get a Penta Kill in such a high-tier match; he was so handsome Jin Bao’er didn’t know how to praise him anymore.

“Don’t fall in love with me (your big brother); I only like women.”

Zhao Yuheng glanced at Jin Bao’er, his eyes full of playfulness.

“What a pity. Is there really no chance?”

Jin Bao’er continued to look at him, his tone carrying a bit of laziness and testing. Only then did Zhao Yuheng realize the two were still in their “cold war” period.

“Hmph, don’t even think about it. I’m straighter than a telephone pole!”

After saying that, he buried his head back in the game, but his earlobes quietly turned red. Jin Bao’er just smiled and continued playing. He was only asking tentatively; he had no expectations, so he wouldn’t be hurt.

…

After being taken care of like this for several days, Zhao Yuheng’s bandages had been removed, and he could walk on the ground. On this day, seeing that Zhao Yuheng could already walk yesterday, Jin Bao’er went to the library early to study. He wanted to make up for the progress he had fallen behind on.

At noon, when he returned to the school and the dormitory to prepare for a nap, he subconsciously looked toward Zhao Yuheng’s bedside as soon as he entered. He saw Zhao Yuheng lying on the bed, looking at the entering Jin Bao’er with a dark face.

“Where’s the food?”

A cold “Where’s the food?” left Jin Bao’er speechless. From the sound of it, the man still wanted him to bring meals. But since Zhao Yuheng had gone out to eat with the Eldest and the Second yesterday, he hadn’t thought at all that he would still need to bring food today.

What to do? Go out and buy it now? But he was eating late, and there wouldn’t be many good dishes left in the canteen now.

“Brother Heng, should I order takeout for you?” Jin Bao’er suggested cautiously.

“Your leg is better, so you don’t care about me anymore, is that it?”

Zhao Yuheng’s eyes carried a few hints of hurt and anger, and his voice increased by an octave.

“So you’re going to abandon me again, is that it?”