Please, Bao'er

The car drove smoothly for another four hours before finally pulling into a service area and coming to a slow stop.

Night had completely fallen.

Zhao Yuheng drove for a full eight hours, and according to regulations, he was required to stop and rest.

"Are we sleeping in the car tonight?" Jin Bao'er asked softly.

He knew that most long-distance drivers were used to spending the night in their vehicles.

"No, I'll stay at a hotel."

Zhao Yuheng's voice was low and weary, yet exceptionally firm.

"Huh? Aren't you afraid someone will steal the oil?"

"There's not much gas left," Zhao Yuheng replied simply, without explaining further. He got out of the car and stood aside, quietly waiting for Jin Bao'er to come down.

Seeing this, Jin Bao'er could only reach out and take his hand, and he steadily helped her out of the car.

As he landed, he couldn't help but turn back and glance at the large truck with concern.

He looked as if he was worried about the most important thing in his home.

"It's okay, there really isn't much left." Zhao Yuheng said helplessly, then patiently explained again.

"So, how do we set off tomorrow?"

"I bought spare fuel, put it in a can, and hid it in the car."

He reached out and gently pulled Jin Bao'er back to his side, preventing him from staring at the car any longer.

Jin Bao'er then gave up and obediently followed him forward.

The hotel was quite basic, even a bit old.

However, there were many truck drivers coming and going, and the rooms were almost full, with only one double room left.

After a moment of silence, Zhao Yuheng stepped forward and booked the room.

Once inside the room, Jin Bao'er noticed that Zhao Yuheng was carrying a coat the whole time.

As soon as he entered the room, he lifted the blanket and spread his coat flat on the bed.

"You shower first," Zhao Yuheng said. "The hotel shower gel isn't clean enough, use this."

He pulled out several individually packaged packets of shower gel and shampoo from his pocket, all of which he had prepared specifically before leaving the house.

Jin Bao'er didn't say much and obediently followed his instructions, walking into the bathroom.

Zhao Yuheng went in after he finished washing up and came out.

When the man came out, he was still dressed very conservatively, in long sleeves and trousers, completely covered up.

If it weren't for the hot weather, Jin Bao'er even suspected that he could have worn his jacket as well.

He was actually guarding against himself, this "little pervert"!

"I'll put your coat under your arm."

Zhao Yuheng frowned, his tone carrying a hint of barely perceptible mysophobia, "I don't know if the hotel blankets are clean, so don't stick them directly on."

As he spoke, he handed his coat back to Jin Bao'er.

Jin Bao'er looked at the oversized coat, then at the entire bed, and couldn't help but be speechless:

This can't cover the whole thing.

"Every little bit helps," Zhao Yuheng explained in a low voice, seeing his reluctant expression.

Jin Bao'er: "..."

Is he really that delicate?

Seeing that he still didn't move, Zhao Yuheng simply stepped forward and gently pushed him to the bedside.

First, spread out the coat, then reach out, steadily pick him up, and gently place him on it.

Then he went to the air conditioner and set the temperature to 26 degrees Celsius.

He felt that 24 degrees Celsius was too cold and that Jinbao'er couldn't stand it.

As for himself, he doesn't care whether it's hot or cold.

late at night.

The two lay in bed, but neither could fall asleep easily.

This was the first time in five years that they had shared a bed.

No one spoke, but their soft breathing clearly awakened memories buried for many years.

Back then, they had a closer and more passionate connection than they do now.

The loss of control and tenderness that night are still vivid in my mind.

Just thinking about Jin Bao'er's red eyes and soft pleas for mercy back then made Zhao Yuheng's body uncontrollably hot.

But he could only endure it, remain motionless, and pretend that nothing was wrong.

"Zhao Yuheng".

In the quiet room, Jin Bao'er's voice softly rang out, "Do you still love me?"

"Zhao Yuheng," he called again.

The man kept his eyes closed and remained silent.

"Let's not talk about this, can we talk about something else?"

Zhao Yuheng's voice was extremely low and hoarse, with an almost pleading tone of restraint.

"Did you think I came here just to see you?"

Jin Bao'er sat up abruptly, her voice rising slightly, filled with barely suppressed emotion.

Zhao Yuheng remained lying there, motionless, like a silent mountain.

"Let me tell you, in these past five years, I have never let go of you."

Jin Bao'er's voice trembled, yet remained unusually firm, "I don't care what happened to you in the past, I don't care what others say, I only ask you one question—are you still willing to be with me?"

His tone was filled with grievance, anger, and an unconcealable sourness.

Zhao Yuheng remained silent.

Jin Bao'er was so angry that she trembled all over and suddenly ripped the blanket off him.

She clenched her fist and lightly, yet in a venting manner, punched his chest twice.

Zhao Yuheng did not dodge, but endured it head-on.

"Say something!"

Jin Bao'er's voice was already clearly tinged with sobs and anger.

He was angry at Zhao Yuheng's indifference, angry at his avoidance, angry at how he clearly cared but insisted on pushing him away.

But when that pitiful and aggrieved sob reached Zhao Yuheng's ears, his heart trembled violently, and he felt so much pain that he could hardly breathe.

It's not that he didn't want to answer.

It was as if his mouth was locked by a thousand-pound iron, and he couldn't utter a single word.

The room was eerily quiet, with only the two of them breathing heavily.

Jin Bao'er was utterly disappointed. She suddenly rolled out of bed and was about to leave.

"Where are you going?" Zhao Yuheng finally asked, his voice urgent.

"It's none of your business!" Jin Bao'er forcefully shook off his hand.

The moment his feet touched the ground, Zhao Yuheng suddenly flipped over, stretched out his long arm, and hugged his waist tightly.

With a strong tug, he dragged the person back onto the bed.

The two collided heavily, their breaths instantly mingling.

"It's so late at night, can you stop making a scene?" Zhao Yuheng's voice was hoarse, carrying the restraint of someone on the verge of collapse.

"I'm making a scene?" Jin Bao'er's eyes were red, her voice choked with sobs. "If you don't like me, why are you so good to me? If you don't love me, why do you care whether I live or die?!"

Every word was like a small knife, gently cutting into Zhao Yuheng's heart.

He felt a chill run down his spine and a sharp, aching pain in his heart.

Holding Jin Bao'er's arm, he unconsciously tightened his grip, almost as if he wanted to embed her into his very bones.

He longed to hold Jin Bao'er tightly in his arms and cherish her for the rest of his life, to make amends to her.

Please…

"Bao'er..."

Jin Bao'er then noticed that Zhao Yuheng's heavy head was buried tightly between his shoulders and neck.

Their cheeks touched, their burning heat permeating each other.

He could clearly feel the man behind him trembling violently in his chest.

Not just the chest cavity.

Zhao Yuheng was trembling uncontrollably.

His voice was low, hoarse, broken, and pitiful to the extreme.

All the anger and grievances in Jin Bao'er's heart turned into a pool of gentle water at this moment.

Neither of them spoke again.

Zhao Yuheng held him tightly all night.

I don't know if he was asleep, but Jinbao slept very soundly.

Because this embrace was the one he had longed for and dreamed of for five whole years.

It felt safe, warm, and reassuring, like finally returning home.

Even as dawn broke, the man in her arms did not let go.

Jin Bao'er didn't dare to move either.

He was afraid that if he woke up and struggled, this embrace would disappear and he would never be able to hold on to it again.

He stayed quietly curled up in Zhao Yuheng's arms for nearly four hours.

Around noon, there was a knock on the door, and the person in my arms slowly stirred.

"...Did you oversleep?" Zhao Yuheng rubbed his sleepy eyes, his voice hoarse from just waking up.

Jin Bao'er quickly got up and silently put on her shoes.

"They've come to collect the keys to the house, get up quickly."

Zhao Yuheng then came to his senses and hurriedly got out of bed.

"I fell asleep, why didn't you wake me?" he asked in a low voice while tidying up his things.

"I was worried you didn't sleep well because you drove for so long last night."

Jin Bao'er explained softly, "Anyway, you still have to drive today, so let you rest a bit more."

"Won't that deal cause a delay?" he added anxiously.

He feared that his selfishness would delay Zhao Yuheng's important business and add to his burden.

"It's alright." Zhao Yuheng's tone became more relaxed. "The owner of the goods is my cousin. This batch of goods was originally intended for stockpiling, so being half a day late won't matter."

Jin Bao'er breathed a sigh of relief.

The car drove all the way until 2 p.m. before the two of them decided to stop for lunch.

Jin Bao'er asked Zhao Yuheng to buy her a meal and deliver it directly to her car, while she would stay in the car herself.

Zhao Yuheng didn't ask any more questions, nodded, and turned to go to the restaurant.

When he returned to the car with the food, he was slightly taken aback when he opened the door.

The cockpit, which was originally dusty and covered in grease, is now clean and spotless.

Even the dirt in the crevices was carefully wiped away, and a faint fragrance lingered in the air.

The next second, Jin Bao'er climbed over from the back seat, clutching a clean towel in her hand.

"Did you wipe it?" Zhao Yuheng's voice was slightly hoarse.

"Yes, is it clean?" Jin Bao'er smiled, her eyes crinkling, her face full of adorable curiosity, seeking praise.

Zhao Yuheng looked around again, taking in the clean and refreshed driving space.

The softest part of my heart felt like it was being gently brushed by something—warm, itchy, sour, and sweet all at once.