Jiang Wan covered her eyes, speaking hastily like trying to cover up, “I didn’t see anything!”
Wen Jin tilted his head at her, certain, “You saw it.”
Jiang Wan’s ears turned red, “I didn’t see.”
“You saw.” Wen Jin pulled away the hand covering her eyes, his just-woken voice unusually hoarse and sexy. “Let me see yours.”
“……”
Jiang Wan’s back tingled numb, a thin layer of sweat rose on her neck, and her ears burned hot. She didn’t dare look at Wen Jin, only whispered, “It’s not fair. I didn’t even want to see yours, it was you who insisted on… on doing that.”
“You do want to see.” Wen Jin half-sat up, his black hair messy from sleep, that face carrying an unexpectedly lazy kind of sexiness.
Jiang Wan’s face flushed red as she glared at him, “I don’t!”
She didn’t want to keep arguing about this. And besides, he had already seen everything of her a few times before, nothing left to be embarrassed about. Standing by the bed, she took off her pants and gently slid down her underwear.
At that moment, her mind went a little blank.
She clearly saw a faint wet spot in the middle of her underwear.
Down there… she’s leaking wet.
“W-wait… wait a second…” Jiang Wan scrambled to pull her underwear back on. “N-next time.”
Wen Jin grabbed her wrist. “Why?”
“I… I need to go to the bathroom.” Jiang Wan struggled free of his grip, then rushed off to the bathroom in a fluster.
She didn’t even really understand why down there would get wet.
When she finished washing up and came out, Wen Jin was standing right outside the door.
Jiang Wan froze, then hurriedly sidestepped him and ran off.
“Jiang Wan,” Wen Jin called after her.
“I know, tonight… we’ll talk tonight. I still have things to do, really urgent things.” She shut herself into her room, pressed her ear to the door, and when she didn’t hear Wen Jin follow, she finally let out a long quiet sigh.
She changed clothes, grabbed her keys, and went out to buy groceries.
Wen Jin had just finished washing up and gone downstairs to run. When she came back from shopping, he had finished his run, and followed behind her back into the house.
The whole time, they didn’t exchange a word, but the moment Jiang Wan saw him, her ears started burning inexplicably, and she lowered her head, not daring to look straight at him.
These past few days Wen Jin’s streaming schedule had been completely disrupted, so after dinner he went straight to gaming for his livestream. He still remembered Jiang Wan’s words about “tonight.” After dinner, he even reminded her not to forget what she had promised.
Jiang Wan’s hand trembled so much she almost dropped the bowl she was holding.
After that he went into his room and didn’t come back out.
Jiang Wan finished cleaning up, returned to her own room, and when she thought of Wen Jin’s face, she couldn’t help secretly opening her phone to search for his livestream channel. Visit novelping(.)com for the full chapter.
She had never really watched gaming livestreams before, but Wen Jin was very popular. Almost as soon as she searched “gaming livestream,” his name came up in the homepage recommendations.
Unlike his teammates, who used silly gamer IDs, his was just his real name: Wen Jin.
Jiang Wan clicked in, and before even seeing Wen Jin, she was stunned by the flood of scrolling comments across the screen.
Some viewers called him “A-Jin,” others “Jin-ge,” some even “Brother Fire,” the chat filled densely with names.
The number of fans watching him live was huge. Jiang Wan glanced at the online count — over 3 million.
And the stream had only been going for less than half an hour.
She turned off the scrolling comments, and finally saw Wen Jin’s face.
He sat in a pure-white gaming pod chair, his eyes lowered slightly. Under his long lashes were deep eye bags, his gaze focused intently on the computer screen. Occasionally he spoke — just one or two words, that sexy subwoofer-like voice rumbling out.
“Oh.”
“Trash.”
The camera only showed his upper body: his overly handsome face, the Adam’s apple at his throat, the plain white T-shirt below, and his long, slender-jointed hands.
That same hand that had wrapped around her waist this morning.
That had pulled down her underwear… and taken out that thing.
Jiang Wan suddenly covered her face.
Her palm burned with the memory of that face.