My Husband Touched Me

Back in the dormitory, the air still held the lingering heat of the day.

Jin Bao'er picked up the dirty laundry basket that Zhao Yuheng had thrown at the foot of the bed; it smelled of sweat and male hormones.

This is a flavor unique to Zhao Yuheng.

He skillfully tossed his T-shirt and shorts into the communal washing machine and pressed the "quick wash" button.

The machine roared to life. Jin Bao'er leaned against the door frame, watching the clothes tumbling in the water inside the drum.

Of course, he definitely didn't rub it by hand.

If you really had to rub your hands together, just the combination of Zhao Yuheng's several oversized jerseys and underwear, plus your own, would make your hands red and raw.

In the dormitory.

Zhao Yuheng was sitting cross-legged on the upper bunk, holding his phone.

But her gaze would occasionally drift across the screen and land on Jin Bao'er's busy figure.

Watching Jin Bao'er wash her clothes as usual.

The inexplicable irritation in Zhao Yuheng's heart finally dissipated, replaced by a sense of solid satisfaction.

That's more or less.

He still hasn't figured it out.

Why did Jin Bao'er suddenly lose her temper that day and say those heartless words about "never seeing each other again"?

He was so angry after hearing those words that he almost smashed his phone; he really wanted to explode.

But after these few days of cold war, the two of them passed each other like strangers.

He then realized that when you get used to being nice to someone, and suddenly stop being nice to them, the "withdrawal reaction" is absolutely agonizing.

Besides, she had sworn to protect him for the rest of her life.

A man's vows are not made lightly.

Even your own son has a rebellious phase. You can't just abandon him because he's throwing a tantrum, can you?

Therefore, Zhao Yuheng could not possibly abandon Jin Bao'er.

All he needed was a way out, a reason why Jinbao'er still needed him, and then he could legitimately continue to treat Jinbao'er well.

He couldn't quite describe the feeling; it was perhaps deeper than brotherhood, almost like family.

Jin Bao'er had become as integral to his life as air, making him subconsciously want to be kind to her.

It's like the kindness an older brother shows to his younger brother, or even the kindness an elderly father shows to his ignorant son.

Regardless of what others think, that's how Zhao Yuheng feels.

Jin Bao'er hung the clothes that had been dried on the wire in the drying room.

Water droplets dripped from the hem of the white t-shirt onto the cement floor. (The washing machine hadn't cleaned it properly, so I hand-washed it again.)

He returned to his seat in the dormitory, turned on his computer, and the blue light from the screen illuminated his slightly tired face.

Just now, my phone vibrated; it was a text message from the bank.

[Received: 650.00 yuan]

Looking at that pitiful three-digit number, Jin Bao'er's smile froze for a moment.

This is the perfect attendance bonus from last month.

I wrote for over a month, stayed up countless nights, and almost finished two books, but all I got in return was this little bit of money.

He subconsciously turned his head and looked at Zhao Yuheng, who was playing a three-player game with his roommate.

Zhao Yuheng comes from a well-off family; he was just saying he wanted to give his second son 200 yuan to buy a new skin.

He has always been a big spender, but he has never been stingy with himself.

Jin Bao'er gripped her phone tightly, a strange bittersweet feeling welling up inside her.

He didn't want to be "supported" by Zhao Yuheng like this forever.

He also wanted to make a lot of money so that he could buy Zhao Yuheng the latest limited-edition skins without hesitation and take him out for a big meal.

However, his writing skills seem to have hit a plateau.

Jin Bao'er opened Douyin, and the algorithm accurately pushed several "online novel god class" guys to him.

"One-on-one tutoring, three-month guaranteed contract, earning over 10,000 yuan a month is not a dream."

The lecturer in the video was speaking with great enthusiasm, and Jin Bao'er was somewhat tempted.

But when he saw the price list, he hesitated. The prices ranged from a few hundred to several thousand.

The one-on-one tutoring that promised "guaranteed high-quality products" actually cost 5000 yuan for three months.

That was half a semester's tuition, a huge sum of money that he would have had to save for a long time.

"Damn it! They're here to arrest me again!"

On the other side, Zhao Yuheng's outburst of profanity interrupted Jin Bao'er's thoughts.

Zhao Yuheng, the eldest, and the second eldest were in a three-man squad. Obviously, the opposing team had noticed the threat posed by this marksman, and they had grouped up to ambush him again.

Jin Bao'er looked at Zhao Yuheng's face, which was flushed with anger, and couldn't help but shake her head with a smile.

That's how it is for skilled marksmen; after all, he's Zhao Yuheng, so he's always going to be targeted.

……

The dormitory lights are out.

At midnight, only the small lamp by Jinbao'er's bedside was still casting a dim yellow light.

He was experiencing writer's block; the cursor on the screen flickered as he lay on the bed, his fingers flying across his phone, trying to pull out the inspiration from his mind.

"Smack."

A crisp sound rang out, followed by a sudden dull pain in my buttocks.

"What are you doing? Aren't you asleep yet?"

Jin Bao'er was startled and before she could react, a tall figure loomed over her.

With the inherent toughness and strength of a man, she leaned heavily against his back.

Zhao Yuheng's head was almost resting in the crook of Jin Bao'er's neck, his warm breath spraying onto his earlobe.

"Writing...writing a novel."

Jin Bao'er quickly turned her phone face down, her heart pounding as if it were about to jump out of her throat.

"By the way, what's the name of your novel? Can I take a look?"

Zhao Yuheng seemed completely oblivious to his panic, practically clinging to Jin Bao'er's back.

He bent over, his chest pressed against Jin Bao'er's back.

The scalding body temperature instantly seeped through the thin short-sleeved shirt.

Jin Bao'er felt half of her body go numb, hot and burning, as if she were being roasted by fire.

Jin Bao'er would almost never refuse any of Zhao Yuheng's requests, but this... absolutely not.

Because what he wrote wasn't some serious martial arts tale, but rather the kind of BL (Boys' Love) novel full of ambiguous feelings.

Have you ever seen a straight male author write BL (Boys' Love) novels?

If Zhao Yuheng found out, wouldn't he explode on the spot?

Jin Bao'er was trying to come up with an excuse to get away with it, but Zhao Yuheng showed no impatience.

A rough, large hand reached out, but instead of snatching the phone, it gently placed its hand on the back of Jin Bao'er's neck.

With calloused fingertips, he gently stroked and smoothed Jinbao'er's sensitive neck, like petting a cat.

"Well……"

Jin Bao'er couldn't help but gasp, her whole body trembling as if she had been electrocuted.

He quickly adjusted his breathing and tried to relax his shoulders.

She was afraid that her stiff body would alert Zhao Yuheng to something unusual.

"This is terrible writing, just a stream of consciousness. I'll show it to you when I become famous."

Jin Bao'er lowered her voice, making it sound a little muffled.

"Okay, I'll wait."

Zhao Yuheng didn't think much of it. After speaking, he slid his palm down the back of his neck to the top of his head, inserted his five fingers into the soft hair, and gave it a good rub.

Thank goodness it was a buzz cut, otherwise it would have looked like a bird's nest.

Then, he straightened up, wearing slippers and black underwear, and swaggered to the toilet to urinate.

Jin Bao'er turned her head to the side and, in the dim light, looked at Zhao Yuheng's broad back and the taut abdominal muscles that moved with his steps.

He swallowed hard and sighed inwardly.

There will be many more days like this for close contact in the future.

Jinbao'er!

Jinbao'er!

You'd better keep your composure and don't give yourself away in front of this straight man.