Playing Games with My Husband

Finally, Jin Bao'er helped Zhao Yuheng to her rather cramped single bed.

"Brother Heng, I'm sorry to have to make you suffer, please don't mind."

When he said he "disliked" his bed, he was referring to it.

In fact, Jin Bao'er was insecure, but she kept it hidden in her heart.

He is determined to leave the mountains, so he is generally not disturbed by the outside world.

But when facing Zhao Yuheng...

This man is completely open with me, comes from a wealthy family, and has exceptional fighting skills.

Sometimes he feels that he might not even be good enough to be friends with someone.

"dislike."

Zhao Yuheng dropped a sentence without hesitation, then lay down without warning, the bed creaking as it did so.

When he came to his senses, Zhao Yuheng realized...

After saying that, Jin Bao'er froze on the spot, her eyes dimming for a moment, as if she was thinking about something.

"I...I'll change your sheets and get your bedding?"

Jin Bao'er didn't know what to do either, so she could only make a suggestion in a panic.

"If you don't like it, then don't lie down."

Zhao Yuheng turned to the side, glanced at Jin Bao'er, and said irritably.

After hearing this, Jin Bao'er breathed a sigh of relief, and the gloom on her face vanished.

His heavy breathing almost scared him to death.

Then it was Jin Bao'er's turn to serve tea and water.

To make it easier for Zhao Yuheng to get out of bed to use the toilet and avoid kicking anything nearby.

He also tidied up the mountain of clutter piled up under the bed.

They even thoroughly investigated all the possible routes Zhao Yuheng might take.

Zhao Yuheng borrowed a cane from somewhere, and Jin Bao'er thoughtfully put it away.

After tidying everything up, Jin Bao'er climbed into the empty upper bunk that Zhao Yuheng had made when it was time to turn off the lights.

He hugged Zhao Yuheng's pillow and carefully lowered his head to smell it.

A faint scent of laundry detergent mixed with the distinctive smell of Zhao Yuheng's sweat—that was Zhao Yuheng's scent.

Jin Bao'er lay there quietly, as if she were in Zhao Yuheng's arms, her whole body enveloped in his scent.

Jin Bao'er slept exceptionally well that night.

……

The next day was Saturday.

The eldest and second eldest are going on a picnic with their classmates.

Therefore, the task of bringing food to Zhao Yuheng naturally fell to Jin Bao'er.

Jin Bao'er was supposed to go to the library to study today, but she stayed in the dormitory willingly because she had to take care of Zhao Yuheng.

After Zhao Yuheng got up in the morning, Jin Bao'er prepared a basin of warm water to wash his face.

But Zhao Yuheng insisted on wiping it for him himself.

What can I do about my "husband"?

We can only spoil them.

Zhao Yuheng was only wearing a pair of black, high-elasticity athletic underwear.

His bare muscles were clearly defined, especially his two firm pectoral muscles, which rose and fell slightly with his breathing.

Jin Bao'er could only take a deep breath, suppress the agitation in her heart, and walk over.

He wrung out a hot towel and gently wiped Zhao Yuheng's face.

When the brush touched his chin, Zhao Yuheng suddenly looked up, his gaze meeting Zhao Yuheng's.

Jin Bao'er paused, and the towel in her hand made a "snap".

It fell onto Zhao Yuheng's chest, lodging right in that deep cleavage.

Zhao Yuheng didn't move, just watched him frantically pick it up with a half-smile.

My fingertip accidentally brushed against his prominent Adam's apple, and it jerked up and down abruptly.

Suddenly, a large hand grabbed Jin Bao'er's wrist.

He pressed the towel back onto his face: "You're so stupid, I'll do it myself."

But she didn't let go of Jin Bao'er's hand; instead, she used his strength to slowly wipe her face.

The man's rough palm pressed tightly against the back of his hand, the scalding heat transmitted through the towel, making Jin Bao'er's heart pound.

After wiping Zhao Yuheng's face, Jin Bao'er quickly grabbed the basin and fled, her ears burning red.

The two then remained in the dormitory.

Jin Bao'er sat at the table in the dormitory reading a book, while Zhao Yuheng lay on Jin Bao'er's bed playing games.

I'm thirsty.

Upon hearing this, Jin Bao'er quickly picked up a glass of warm water and handed it to him.

Zhao Yuheng took a big gulp, water droplets still clinging to the corners of his mouth.

I'm hungry.

Jin Bao'er quickly picked up the soda crackers she had just bought, tore them open, and fed them to Zhao Yuheng one after another.

"Have you studied enough? Play a game with me."

Zhao Yuheng was let down by his teammates several times.

Damn it, that damn Yao is just following along to jungle.

He's the only marksman on the team who can carry!

Even though the jungler was already 0-7, Yao still wouldn't follow him.

Damn it, I need to find someone to help me out too.

Seeing this, Jin Bao'er had no choice but to put down her book and pick up her phone.

He actually has "Honor of Kings" on his phone.

In his spare time, Hu Xiaowen often played games with him. His skills weren't top-notch, only around one or two stars in the King of Glory rank.

But when he saw Zhao Yuheng's King rank, he was shocked.

I've already reached 125 stars, I'm now a Glory King!

His own account was always managed by Hu Xiaowen.

Because Hu Xiaowen is a gamer, one account isn't enough time to play, so he needs two accounts. He also helped Jin Bao'er play, and now she has 70 stars in the King rank.

Although three-player squads cannot play together, five-player squads can.

So Zhao Yuheng became the host, gathered three passersby, and started a team with Jin Bao'er.

"Come sit here."

Zhao Yuheng patted the empty seat next to him and shouted domineeringly.

"what?"

Jin Bao'er hesitated for a moment, but still went over and sat down next to Zhao Yuheng.

The two squeezed onto the narrow single bed to play games. Zhao Yuheng, whose legs were injured, leaned against the headboard, while Jin Bao'er sat beside him, arm to arm and thigh to thigh.

"Just stay behind me and don't let them wear you down."

Zhao Yuheng seems to be playing a newly released hero named Sun Quan, who looks very imposing.

He had Jin Bao'er choose a Yao to follow him.

Actually, Jin Bao'er wanted to choose the mage class, since it could kill people and also escape.

It feels like Yao doesn't have much room for skillful play; at most, she can find an opportunity to cast a shield or block crowd control for her teammates.

But he was very obedient, using his skills behind Sun Quan and occasionally possessing him.

For the first 10 minutes, the two played very cautiously. The opponent tried to gank them several times, but failed. However, the tower was pressured and almost lost half its health.

Ten minutes later, Zhao Yuheng's Sun Quan began to roam around, going wherever there were people and engaging in combat whenever he encountered them!

"First Blood!"

"Double Kill!"

"Triple Kill!"

"Quadra Kill!"

"Penta Kill!"

Listening to the exciting broadcast from the tablet.

Jin Bao'er, controlling Yao Mei, was panting heavily as she chased after him, unable to catch up with the crazed Sun Quan.

"Heng-ge, your play was amazing! A pentakill!"

"It's alright, I just get a pentakill now and then for fun."

Zhao Yuheng spoke casually.

His expression couldn't hide his smugness, and he even freed one hand to rub Jin Bao'er's head.

He Heng is indeed skilled; he can even get a pentakill in such a high-level game. Jin Bao'er is so impressed that she doesn't know how to praise him enough.

"Don't fall in love with me, I only like women."

Zhao Yuheng glanced at Jin Bao'er, his eyes full of mockery.

"What a pity, is there really no chance?"

Jin Bao'er continued to look at him, her tone laced with a hint of laziness and probing.

Zhao Yuheng then realized that the two of them were still in a cold war.

"Hmph, don't even think about it. I'm straighter than a telephone pole!"

After saying that, he buried himself in the game again, but his ears turned red.

Jin Bao'er just smiled and continued playing the game.

He was just asking tentatively, without any expectations, so he wouldn't get hurt.

……

After being cared for for several days, Zhao Yuheng's bandages were removed, and he was able to walk again.

That day, Jin Bao'er saw that Zhao Yuheng could walk yesterday, so she went to the library to study early.

He wanted to catch up on the progress he had fallen behind.

When he returned to school and dormitory at noon to take a nap, he subconsciously looked towards Zhao Yuheng's bedside as soon as he entered the room.

Zhao Yuheng was lying on the bed, his face dark as he stared at Jin Bao'er as she walked in.

"Where's the food?"

A curt "Where's the food?" left Jin Bao'er speechless.

From what I can tell, she wants him to bring her food again.

But Zhao Yuheng went out to eat with his eldest and second eldest brothers yesterday, so he never expected that he would need to take care of them himself today.

What should I do?

Should I go out and buy it now?

But he eats late, and the cafeteria doesn't have many good dishes anymore.

"Heng-ge, shall I order you some takeout?"

Jin Bao'er made the suggestion cautiously.

"So you're abandoning me now that your leg's healed?"

Zhao Yuheng's eyes showed a hint of hurt and anger, and his voice rose eight octaves.

"So you're going to abandon me again?"