This wasn’t just eccentricity—this was an illness!
Jiang Wan shut the door, washed her face again in the bathroom, untied the scarf around her neck and rewrapped it, took a deep breath, and only then opened the door to come out.
Those eight teammates had already left.
Probably afraid she was too embarrassed.
Only Wen Jin was left in the living room.
Jiang Wan carried the groceries from the doorway into the kitchen to start cooking.
Wen Jin silently wrapped his arms around her from behind.
Jiang Wan’s back tingled, the tips of her ears burned, and her voice trembled without her control. “What are you doing?”
“Still shy?” he asked.
Jiang Wan: “…”
She still couldn’t believe it. “You really said it in your livestream?”
“That I have se/x/ual desire for you?” Wen Jin nodded. “I said it.”
“…” Jiang Wan took a deep breath and asked, “Why?”
“They were asking,” Wen Jin said.
“They asked, so you just said it?” Jiang Wan’s face flushed as if she’d suddenly thought of something, and she started stammering. “What if, what if, one day they ask… ask something more… more detailed, would… would you also say it?”
“How many times in one night?” Wen Jin nodded again. “I said it.”
Jiang Wan: “…”
She didn’t know whether it was anger or shame, but her whole face flushed. She turned around, glaring at Wen Jin with her face red and ears burning. “How can you say those things to others!” Get faster updates on novelping(.)com.
“You can also tell your fans,” he reminded her, knowing she also did livestreams.
“I won’t!” Jiang Wan got angrier.
Wen Jin looked at her in puzzlement. “But you’re angry.”
“Shouldn’t I be angry?!” Jiang Wan’s anger was mixed with deep shame. “How can you tell people about that kind of thing!”
“That kind of thing can’t be told to others?” Wen Jin’s expression was completely serious. “Then I won’t say it again in the future.”
“…”
Jiang Wan took a deep breath, telling herself not to argue with him. His temperament was odd, she should have expected this.
Wen Jin looked at her. “Do something to make me angry.”
Jiang Wan stared at him for a moment. Wen Jin was very tall, nearly 1.90 meters (6’2 feet). When he stood in front of her to talk, his gaze was always looking down at her.
His brows were thick and black, his pupils dark, the lower eyelids deeply defined. His facial features were extremely good-looking, but his face carried little expression, and those eyes were faint, rarely showing any emotion.
Jiang Wan had almost never seen him with any other expression. It made her wonder whether he was even capable of getting angry.
“What can I do to make you angry?” she asked.
Wen Jin seemed to recall something, his brow briefly furrowing. “Adding vegetable juice when cooking soup.”
Jiang Wan asked, “Someone did that before?”
She guessed, “And then, you fired her?”
Wen Jin nodded. “Mm.”
“…”
So he really hated eating vegetables.
“What else?” Jiang Wan continued to ask.
Wen Jin looked at her, his gaze direct and honest. “Talking to me nonstop, asking me questions.”
Jiang Wan: “…”
The air went silent for a moment.
Suddenly Jiang Wan tiptoed and leaned toward Wen Jin’s ear, speaking quickly, “Is that so? Is that so? Is that so… mm—”
Wen Jin turned his head and pressed his lips to hers.
Jiang Wan’s entire face turned scarlet. She braced her hands against his chest, her fingertips trembling slightly.
Wen Jin pried open her teeth, hooked her tongue and sucked, his long arm encircling her and pulling her fully into his embrace.
Their breaths were both hot, tangling together, burning until the air around them thinned.
Jiang Wan was kissed until she couldn’t breathe, her lower belly trembling from being pressed by his hard arousal. She pushed at him with both hands, her breath unsteady. “Wait… I, I have to cook.”
Wen Jin nibbled lightly on her lips, his deep bass voice low and seductive. “I’m not hungry now. I want to eat something else.”
Jiang Wan: “…”
Sansukini: I can only say, ““Don’t tease the dog if you don’t want to be bitten.”