All Jing Yuan could do was watch. Watch how his roommate destroyed himself for an absolute asshole of a man, his boyfriend. And it pissed Jing Yuan off.

His Roommate was a beautiful, 21 years old boy, with a beautiful face and just as pure personality. But he was insecure. Insecure about his weight, since he was more on the chubby side. Insecure of his tummy.

Beautiful in Jing Yuans opinion.

“Why aren’t you eating?”

Jing Yuan asked, calm yet concerned.