When Jiang Wan returned to her room, she shut the door and took a few deep breaths in and out before she finally calmed her expression, then stepped out again.
But while chopping vegetables, her eyes couldn’t help but drift toward Wen Jin, who was sitting on the sofa opening a package.
How could he so casually tell her… that he felt sexual desire for her?!!
Oh my god!
Her ears burned hot, almost feverish. She lowered her head to grab a plate and went to rinse it. The cold water splashed over her hands, finally cooling her thoughts a little.
It’s fine. He’s just… that kind of eccentric person.
Jiang Wan took a deep breath. It’s fine.
The package turned out to be two pairs of sneakers—apparently some celebrity’s signed edition. The group in the living room squealed in excitement, even picking up the shoes to take selfies.
Wen Jin had a walk-in closet. Aside from stacks of plain white T-shirts and sportswear, two entire walls were lined with sneakers. Some styles were exactly the same in color, yet he had at least ten pairs.
Jiang Wan couldn’t understand his tastes at all. She only sighed inwardly—his closet was bigger than her entire bedroom. Meanwhile, she still didn’t know when she would ever own a home of her own.
Wen Jin’s birthday party was utterly boring. His old teammates were lively, trying to pump up the mood, but the man himself looked anything but excited. Instead, his brow stayed furrowed, face full of irritation.
After cutting the cake and eating a bit of food, the group was ready to leave.
As they were leaving, Dorayaki snuck up to Wen Jin while Jiang Wan was washing dishes in the kitchen. “That pretty lady—she’s single, right?”
“She smells really good.” Dorayaki adjusted his glasses. “If she doesn’t have someone, I’m gonna go pursue her.”
With that, he thick-skinnedly went to the kitchen and asked Jiang Wan for her WeChat. Seeing that he was Wen Jin’s friend, she didn’t feel right rejecting him, so she agreed.
After everyone left, Jiang Wan went to tidy up the coffee table. Bending down, she reached for the two cups in front of Wen Jin.
Suddenly, Wen Jin leaned forward, his thin lips drawing close to her neck.
A shiver shot down her spine, freezing her in place, too stunned to move.
The man only lowered his head slightly and gently inhaled at her nape. His warm breath fanned over her skin, sending heat through the back of her neck and making her arm tremble.
“You… what are you doing?” She straightened up with the cups in her hands, but sweat had inexplicably broken out along her nape.
“Dorayaki said you smell nice.” Wen Jin looked at her, eyes calm and direct. “You really do.”
Jiang Wan: “……”
Wen Jin stood up and followed. “Just now I smelled you. Now—you can smell me.”
Her entire face went bright red. She glanced at him, then quickly jerked her gaze away, tossing the cups into the sink. “I’m not smelling you!”
Wen Jin tilted his head, already exposing his neck, his long fingers pointing at the spot. “Hurry up.”
Jiang Wan turned to look.
This man was seriously… out of his mind!
She opened the tap, scrubbing the cups more forcefully, her voice rising a few pitches. “I said, I’m not smelling you!”
Wen Jin frowned. “No. You must.”
Jiang Wan: “……”
She shut the water off and stared at him, her face red.
His world was simple: fair, just, equal.
You couldn’t invade his space, and likewise, he wouldn’t invade yours.
But once balance was broken—if you crossed his line, then you had to make up for it. And in return, he would also make it up to you.
Jiang Wan hesitated for a few seconds, then finally forced herself to lean closer. He was too tall, so she couldn’t reach his neck. She had to stand on tiptoe, lift her chin, and edge nearer to his nape.