Help! My husband is being groped!!

At noon, Jin Bao'er returned to her dormitory.

He discovered that Hu Xiaowen was already waiting for him in his dormitory.

"Jin Bao'er, I really didn't record what we said."

Hu Xiaowen hurriedly explained, his hands seemingly unsure of what to do, his eyes filled with urgency and sincerity.

"I know."

Jin Bao'er forced a smile, her voice a little hoarse but filled with determination.

He was aware of his friendship with Hu Xiaowen.

Both of them are bitter gourds, and they're just sticking together for warmth, so why hurt each other?

Seeing that Jin Bao'er believed him, Hu Xiaowen didn't offer any further explanation.

Some things are best left unsaid; those who understand will understand.

Don't be too sad, it will pass.

Hu Xiaowen knew what had happened to them.

He felt that only Zhao Yuheng could have caused Jin Bao'er to act this way.

After all, even if she really came out on the spot, Jin Bao'er has a strong mentality and won't be defeated so easily.

The only thing that could defeat him was the sincerity he showed.

But this isn't Zhao Yuheng's fault.

People have already said it: they hate homosexuals, they hate homosexuals.

Jin Bao'er still insisted on leaning against him.

This is like someone being covered in thorns, and Jin Bao'er still insisting on touching them.

Isn't this just asking for trouble?

Moreover, Zhao Yuheng didn't do anything.

When he discovered that his most cherished brother had fallen for him, he simply left in anger.

They said nothing and did nothing.

He felt this was better than more than 90% of straight men.

The only people who deserve hatred are those despicable people who exposed Jin Bao'er's privacy.

He needs to go back and find out more.

Who are these despicable people who are eavesdropping and posting screenshots?

Damn it, what did these homosexuals ever do to deserve this?

Was such a public execution necessary?

Hu Xiaowen offered a few more words of comfort before leaving.

Their conversations never avoided mentioning the eldest and second eldest sons.

Jin Bao'er stopped pretending.

The moment the boss came in and pulled him away, he probably understood the situation pretty well.

He's been pretending for so long, he's tired.

It's time to be myself again.

"Big brother, second brother!"

Jin Bao'er stood up and looked at the two people sitting on the bed playing on their phones.

The two were startled by Jin Bao'er's serious tone and both looked up at him intently.

"I'm sorry, I like men. I lied to you. I apologize."

As Jin Bao'er spoke, she took a deep breath and bowed deeply to the two of them, her waist bent very low.

Just as the two were about to say something, Jin Bao'er interrupted them.

"If you feel uncomfortable living with a man, I will suggest to the counselor that I move in with Hu Xiaowen."

After Jin Bao'er finished speaking, she pursed her lips, her fingertips trembling slightly.

He doesn't care about other people's opinions or their sarcasm.

But the eldest and second eldest brothers' ideas didn't work, and Zhao Yuheng's were even worse.

Because I truly consider them family.

"Hey, what nonsense are you spouting?"

The eldest brother sat bolt upright in bed, his voice a little loud, "What kind of older brother would abandon his younger brother just because he likes men? Aren't you looking down on us by saying that?"

"That's right!"

The second brother chimed in, tossing his phone onto the bed, "Who you like is your business, it's none of our business, why are you leaving?"

Both of them spoke with such self-assurance and righteous indignation.

Even Jin Bao'er almost felt that her identity was a very reasonable and common phenomenon in this world.

"Thank you, thank you."

After Jin Bao'er finished speaking, her eyes welled up with tears, and she bowed deeply to the two of them.

These two bows made them feel indescribably sad, as if something was tugging at their chests, making them feel suffocated.

……

The afternoon was still packed with classes.

Strangely, it seemed like the teachers had all agreed to take attendance today.

The student council should also send some.

After being called several times, Jin Bao'er was wondering whether she should answer for Heng Ge during the last roll call.

Just as he hesitated, a voice rang out.

At first glance, it sounds like a male voice, but upon closer listening, it sounds a bit like a female voice.

"Zhao Yuheng?"

"arrive."

"Zhao Yuheng!"

"arrive."

"Is Zhao Yuheng here? Get up so I can see him."

The teacher, holding the list, said with a hint of teasing, "Why does this voice sound like a girl's?"

Then the person who said "Here" fell silent and didn't stand up.

"You guys are pretty bold to answer for others."

The teacher tapped on the podium, threateningly saying, "Who is it? Stand up, or I'll deduct double the points from Zhao Yuheng!"

A second or two later, Yang Hui stood up.

She lowered her head, her cheeks slightly flushed.

The teacher was somewhat surprised to see a girl stand up.

"Who are you to Zhao Yuheng? How dare you answer him?"

"friend."

Yang Hui's voice was barely audible.

Then the teacher smiled, his eyes full of understanding.

"I think they're more than just friends."

The teacher smiled but didn't expose her or say anything about deducting points from the girl; she simply waved for her to sit down.

Then he crossed out Zhao Yuheng's name with such force that it seemed he would puncture the paper.

Seeing this scene, Jin Bao'er felt even more heartbroken.

It feels like my right to be recognized has been stolen.

The teacher mistakenly assumed that Yang Hui was his brother Heng's girlfriend.

The teacher will never know what his relationship with Zhao Yuheng is.

Nobody wants to know anymore.

Thinking of this, Jin Bao'er couldn't help but clench the pen in her hand.

The knuckles turned a faint bluish-white from the force applied.

Jin Bao'er wasn't as upset as she had imagined.

Because he had even considered the worst possible outcome.

The result was less than one ten-thousandth of what he had expected.

pretty good.

……

Meanwhile, Zhao Yuheng went to a bar.

He drank several bottles of wine and kept drinking more.

The spicy liquor burned my throat, but I couldn't suppress the inexplicable irritation in my heart.

Zhao Yuheng simply picked a bar at random.

But they didn't realize it was a gay bar.

In the warm, ambiguous lighting, boys would occasionally come up to him and flirt with him.

They were all drawn to his broad shoulders and strong physique.

Zhao Yuheng scolded everyone who came.

"Get lost, don't bother me."

His voice was rough and carried a strong sense of hostility.

And here comes another boy who got yelled at by Zhao Yuheng.

The boy looked at his muscular back and secretly clicked his tongue.

It's unclear who will actually get to "eat" it.

If I could win his heart, I'd gladly give up 20 years of my life.

The boy could only leave slowly, filled with resentment.

"Boss, another dozen, please."

A tipsy Zhao Yuheng told the waiter that his tongue was already a little slurred.

"Sir, I think you're drunk."

The waiter, noticing the overturned bottles of wine in front of him, advised with concern, "You should drink less and go home."

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Zhao Yuheng slammed his hand on the table, the wine bottle rattling loudly. He cursed at anyone who provoked him, like a wild beast with nowhere to vent its anger.

The waiter didn't dare say anything and quickly brought the wine up.

Then, Zhao Yuheng grabbed the bottle opener.

With a "pop," he opened a bottle of wine and gulped it down.

The curve of his Adam's apple bobbing conveyed a fierce intensity.

Having not slept all night, he had stubble growing on his chin.

He looked颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a state of being listless, dispirited, irritable, and fierce).

After drinking for an unknown amount of time, Zhao Yuheng finally became completely drunk.

The figures in front of him began to blur, and he collapsed onto the table with a thud.

I drifted off to sleep.

Just then, a boy with an earring walked over.

His eyes held a hint of scrutiny and calculation.

"Handsome guy, handsome guy, are you asleep?"

The boy with the earring patted Zhao Yuheng on the shoulder.

The other person remained motionless, their breathing becoming slow and deep.

He then reached out and touched Zhao Yuheng's strong arm.

When my fingertips touched the firm, hot muscles, my eyes lit up.

He quickly glanced around before anyone else looked in his direction.

He squatted down, reaching one hand towards Zhao Yuheng's lower abdomen.