Jiang Wan didn’t even know how she fell asleep afterward, and she even had a dream. In her dream, the face was no longer Wei Jiyuan’s—it was… Wen Jin’s.
He grabbed her chest, kneading it hard, his burning hot kisses falling along her neck. His hoarse voice accompanied each kiss, scorching her so much her very soul trembled.
“I want to f* you…”**
Those were clearly words Wei Jiyuan had once said. But in her dream, they became words spoken by Wen Jin.
And even though it was the exact same sentence—when she heard it from Wei Jiyuan, she trembled in fear. But when it came from Wen Jin, she found herself melting into a puddle of water.
He pinned her to the bed, his p3n/s pushing in. The bedframe shook. She was penetrated so deeply she cried out with moans.
Jiang Wan gasped and opened her eyes—only then did she realize she had been dreaming.
Her whole body was drenched in sweat.
And at that moment, she noticed she was curled up in a man’s arms.
Wen Jin had already been awake and was watching her.
Jiang Wan hurriedly pushed him away and got out of bed. She grabbed clean clothes, ready to wash up in the bathroom. But then she heard Wen Jin’s voice:
“What’s this?”
Jiang Wan looked back—at the spot where she had been lying, there was a wet stain on the bed.
Her mind went blank for a moment. This chapter is updated first at g.com.
She glanced down at herself. She was wearing pajama pants, but the center of the light-colored fabric was also damp. Thinking of that dream, a shiver ran down her spine, and her ears turned blazing red.
“That… water?” Wen Jin followed her gaze and also noticed.
Jiang Wan was so ashamed she covered her face. Grabbing her clothes, she dashed into the bathroom without looking back.
When she came out after washing up, Wen Jin was standing right at the bathroom door. He asked her:
“Do you also feel sexual arousal toward me too?”*
Jiang Wan covered her face, brushed past him, and rushed straight into the bedroom.
Wen Jin followed behind, sounding puzzled.
“Jiang Wan, why won’t you answer my question?”
Jiang Wan slammed the door shut, shouting from inside with humiliation and anger:
“Don’t ask again!”
Wen Jin stood at the door, confusion flickering in his eyes.
“I told you before—if you feel sexual desire for me, you must tell me.”
Inside, Jiang Wan covered her ears, her heartbeat pounding violently.
The balance between them was completely broken.
While Jiang Wan was cooking in the kitchen later, Wen Jin came again. He had just showered, his hair half-wet, rubbing it casually with a towel. He pushed his long hair back behind his head, exposing his clean forehead.
He was very handsome—the kind of face that would attract people’s eyes at a glance.
But on closer look, his eyes carried no real emotion at all. His expressions were faint, detached.
“No!” Jiang Wan lowered her head, scrubbing the dishes as she denied, “That was just a dream—just a natural physical reaction.”
“Who did you dream about?” Wen Jin asked.
Jiang Wan was silent for a long while before muttering, “…a male celebrity.”
“You’re lying. You don’t even dare look at me when you say it.”
Jiang Wan’s face burned red as she looked at him. “…No!”
Wen Jin leaned forward slightly, tilting his ear toward her chest, very close to her heartbeat. Then he lifted his chin slightly and said to her:
“Your heart is beating very fast.”
Jiang Wan stepped back a large pace, her voice tightening.
“I… anyone would react like this if asked something like that. I—I’m just being normal.”
Wen Jin gazed at her thoughtfully.
Then he said:
“For now, that means we still cannot have intercourse.”
Jiang Wan: “…”