Living Together

Before six o’clock in the morning, Jiang Wan gingerly got up to clean the living room.

Just after she finished mopping the floor, Wen Jin woke up and came out of the room in his boxer briefs, his morning wood forming a tent in the center of his underwear.

“Are you hungry?” Jiang Wan went to wash her hands to make him breakfast. “Give me two minutes.”

Wen Jin shook his head. His hair was long and after a night’s sleep, quite messy. A funny strand of hair stood up in the middle, making him look a little cute.

“Do you want some water?” Jiang Wan walked over with a glass of water in hand.

Wen Jin wrapped his hands around her wrist and drew her into his arms.  Through his underwear, his hot cock poked her abdomen. “I want to have sex.”

Jiang Wan: “……”

“We have a flight to catch later.” She blushed and broke away from him. “Quickly go shower and change. We don’t have much time left.”

“Oh.”

After exiting the shower, Wen Jin changed into a set of pure white sportswear. His long, half-wet hair was pushed to the back, revealing his smooth forehead. He raised his head a little. His jawline was clean and sharp, and his protruding Adam’s apple was unusually sexy.

Jiang Wan placed the breakfast in front of him and naturally took the towel he had thrown on the chair to wipe his hair. After drying his hair, she went to take a shower and change clothes.

She was diligent and quick.

By the time Wen Jin got to the door to change his shoes, she was already coming out with her bag on her back and a piece of bread in her mouth.

This was the first time Jiang Wan took a flight, so she already started feeling a little nervous and expectant in the cab. She constantly checked her ID, phone, and bank card.

Before getting out of the taxi, Wen Jin threw her a black mask.

Jiang Wan did not know why he gave it to her, but she put it on anyway, and it wasn’t until she got out of the car and arrived at the airport that she realized why Wen Jin had given her the mask.

Hundreds of fans crowded the airport, holding up signs with the words ‘Wen Jin’ written in bold on them.

Wen Jin walked with his bag on his back, Jiang Wan’s backpack on his right shoulder, and held her hand in his other.

The fans went into a frenzy when they saw this scene.

“Ah Jin! Ah Jin! Is this your girlfriend? Is it the livestreamer called ‘I’m Wanwan (婉婉), not Wanwan (碗碗)’?”

“Jin-ge! Look at me! Jin-ge, give me an autograph!”

“Wen Jin! Ahhhhh I love you! I wish you happiness!”

“Jin-ge! Are you guys going public? Aaaahhh I’m crying! I’m so envious!”

The screams of the fans almost pierced their eardrums.

It was the first time that Jiang Wan saw a scene like this, so she was understandably a little scared. Many fans were desperately pushing their way forward, and Jiang Wan was nearly drowned in the crowd.

Fortunately, Wen Jin was holding her hand the entire time. When she arrived at the location where Dorayaki and the others had agreed to meet, only then did she glance at the fans who were being stopped by the security guards outside, her legs a little wobbly.

They were still calling out Wen Jin’s name relentlessly.

The person in question, however, sat expressionlessly on a chair, the mask covering the lower half of his face, revealing only an unusually upright nose bridge, his dark pupils that was looking at somewhere else, and deep lovebands under his eyes.

Even a side profile was handsome enough to make fans scream like crazy.

“Jiejie, why don’t you take a seat here?” Dorayaki invited Jiang Wan to sit beside him.

Jiang Wan was about to walk over when Wen Jin took off his mask. His deep and hoarse voice sounded, which was very pleasant to the ears.

“Come here.”

He had bags on the chairs on both sides, one his and one hers.

Jiang Wan thought he was going to move one of the bags on his lap to make space for her to sit, so she walked toward him.

But unexpectedly, just as she got in front of him, the man pulled her onto his lap. His hands encircled her waist, and he rested his chin on her shoulder.

Jiang Wan: “……”

She looked at the opposite side. When the eight team members saw this scene, they immediately bowed their heads and pretended to chat, “Hey, what did you say just now? There’s a celebrity on this flight?”

Jiang Wan blushed and tried to get up, but Wen Jin grabbed her wrist. His chin rested on her shoulder, spraying hot breath on her skin.

“I hadn’t slept well last night.”

The tone of his voice was even a little pitiful.

Jiang Wan’s heart pounded.

And his deep, hoarse voice continued,

“I want to hug you to sleep.”