“No, stop…” Jiang Wan pushed him hard with her hands, her eyes not daring to look at the tent in his pants. “Last night we already… did it so many times.”
Down there, she was swollen.
“That was last night. We haven’t done it today.” Wen Jin said seriously.
Jiang Wan: “……”
If she remembered correctly, last night they went until almost three in the morning!
Wen Jin’s hand was already moving between her legs, the pad of his finger rubbing lightly over her underwear. In a low, husky voice he asked, “You don’t want to do it?”
Jiang Wan was using every ounce of willpower to resist. She covered her crotch with both hands, backing away. “No, I’m swollen down there… it hurts a bit… we can’t do it anymore.”
“It hurts?” Wen Jin frowned. “Let me see.”
“……”
Jiang Wan looked at him in shame. “You’re not a doctor, how can you look…”
“Take off your pants, lie down, let me see.” Wen Jin pulled her into her bedroom.
Jiang Wan bit her lip, looked at him for a while, then with a red face, took off her pants and underwear, lay on the bed, and gently parted her legs.
She didn’t dare look at his face, so she covered her eyes with the back of her hand.
Wen Jin lowered his head, seriously inspecting her private part, his long fingers spreading apart the soft folds, immediately touching wetness.
Jiang Wan squeezed her legs together uncomfortably. She had been kissed until she was dripping earlier, and when he pulled her in here, she was dizzy and forgot to wipe herself clean with a tissue.
She shrank back a little. “Wen Jin…”
The next second, his fingers were already probing at her entrance. Jiang Wan’s breathing tightened, her lower abdomen instinctively tensing.
The entrance was indeed a little swollen, the tender pink area flushed red.
Wen Jin’s gaze darkened deeply, his voice hoarse. “You’re really wet.”
“I kno—ah…” Jiang Wan hadn’t finished speaking when she let out a small cry.
Wen Jin’s finger slid lightly twice, his fingertip brushing against the sensitive little nub. Jiang Wan’s lower belly quivered, her breath coming unevenly as she clamped her legs shut, not letting him touch.
“I’ll call the doctor.” Wen Jin stood up. His pants were still pitched high, but he just walked out.
Jiang Wan hurriedly grabbed tissues to wipe herself, then quickly put on her pants.
Before going out, she suddenly remembered something, picked up her phone, and searched for Wen Jin’s livestream.
When she saw the barrage filled with words like “seven times in one night,” her whole body felt like it was on fire.
And when she saw the view count, she froze completely.
Ten million?
Ten million viewers?!
That meant more than ten million people knew what they did last night…
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
She was going crazy!
When she came out, Wen Jin wasn’t in the room; he seemed to have gone out.
She didn’t bother with him, rushed into the kitchen to cook, ate her share quickly without waiting for him, then hurried back to her room and locked the door.
When Wen Jin came back, it was already 1:30 in the afternoon.
Jiang Wan’s door was locked.
“Jiang Wan, open the door.” Wen Jin knocked. “I bought medicine.”
Jiang Wan buried her face in the pillow, recalling what he said on the stream, her ears heating up again. “I’m not taking it!”
“It’s not for taking,” Wen Jin said. “It’s for applying.”
“Applying what?” Jiang Wan didn’t understand.
“The vag/na.”
“……”
Jiang Wan didn’t respond for a long time. Wen Jin started knocking again.
In the end, with a flushed face, she got up and opened the door, only stretching out her hand. “Give me the medicine.”
“You don’t know how to apply it.” Wen Jin sidestepped her, stepped in. “I’ll help you apply it.”
Unable to snatch the medicine away, Jiang Wan had no choice but to sit on the bed, blushing scarlet, and follow Wen Jin’s instructions: she took off her underwear and lay down.
He parted her legs and carefully applied the ointment at her entrance.
The medicine was cool and soothing, very comfortable.
Wen Jin’s fingers slid as he spread the ointment inside. Jiang Wan only felt the spots he touched overflowing with wetness. She could even hear the sticky sounds of her fluids mixing.
Just as she was clamping her legs in shame, Wen Jin’s husky voice said, “The doctor said after each time, apply this once, then the next day you can continue again.”
“……”
Sansukini: I seriously wanna give this novel a 7-days a week schedule. I’m just not sure if I can manage it.