CH 40

For three nights in a row, Jiang Wan did not make the slightest sound during her streams.

One reason was that her voice had become hoarse.

The second was that……her throat was sore.

Wen Jin’s thing was very sizable, and he had shoved it down her throat a little too hard. Jiang Wan’s mouth went numb that night, and her throat hurt so much that she could not speak.

Especially at night, she couldn’t even speak up to kick Wen Jin out of her room.

She could only be pressed and fucked again and again on the bed by him, and her cries when she reached orgasm were hoarse. 

Wen Jin had learned quite some tricks recently. He pulled her out of the bedroom, and the two of them did it on the sofa, on the kitchen countertop, in the bathtub, in the balcony, on the floor……and even in his gaming chair space capsule, leaving semen and lewd juices in every corner.

Of course, after they were done, Jiang Wan had to clean them up.

Never mind the tireless indulgence at night, the next morning, he would always wake Jiang Wan up at seven o’clock sharp to take her for a jog.

Jiang Wan was miserable beyond words, especially after each jog, Wen Jin always wanted to accompany her to the supermarket. Having learned her lesson from the embarrassment last time, she refused to let him follow her to the supermarket no matter what.

She only went to the supermarket to buy meat after he went home to shower.

Since it had been decided that they would travel to Shanghai for the competition, Dorayaki and the others purchased flight tickets for Wen Jin and Jiang Wan.

Jiang Wan had never been to Shanghai before, so she was very looking forward to it.

In the past few days, she had started packing her luggage and loading some of her belongings into it whenever she had the time.

She also packed a duffel bag for Wen Jin. His bag was all white without any logo, and it was clean and spotless.

Because they had to get up early to catch a plane the next day, Jiang Wan did her livesteam earlier than usual. After telling Wen Jin to sleep in his own room at night, she took a shower, returned to her room, and locked the door.

But she couldn’t sleep well at night. Wen Jin’s mild pinewood scent pervaded her pillow. It was a calming smell, and when she closed her eyes, she kept feeling as if the man was lying next to her.

But when she turned around, there was nothing behind her.

She still couldn’t fall asleep later in the night. She opened the door and went outside to have a look.

The living room light was still turned on.

Wen Jin was standing barefoot in the living room.

He opened the packed duffel bag, took out the contents one by one, and threw them on the floor.

Jiang Wan approached him slowly, and Wen Jin just happened to turn around at the same time.

On his expressionless face, his eyes were half-closed.

He was sleepwalking.

She did not dare to call him, instead silently following behind him.

She watched as he opened the refrigerator, took out a carton of fruit juice, and poured it on the floor. Then, he took out eggs and threw them on the floor.

After doing all of this, he walked back to his room, but the moment he entered, he changed direction.

He turned to Jiang Wan’s room instead.

He opened the door, took off his clothes, and climbed onto the bed.

He stretched out his arms, as if he was trying to wrap his arms around her.

However, the bed was empty. His expression was perplexed for a moment, and he continued to reach out for her.

Jiang Wan hurriedly took off her shoes and got into bed. When the man’s hand reached her waist, he immediately snatch her into his arms and buried his face between her shoulder and neck.

Jiang Wan’s heart was pounding furiously.

She didn’t know what had previously happened to Wen Jin. The only thing she knew was:

Wen Jin really needed her.

She gently turned around and hugged his neck.

Her right hand gently stroked his back. As if coaxing a child, she softly sang.

She had not sung for a long time. Her only memory of herself singing was with a group of people when she was still in school. After entering the prison, the loudspeakers would only play songs praising the motherland. She had no idea what songs were popular outside.

When she came out, the popular songs she knew had become old songs, and she had never heard anything else. She only remembered the songs that came out nine years ago.

She couldn’t even remember the full lyrics.

But that didn’t stop her from making them up.

She was about to fall asleep when she vaguely heard someone talking.

The person’s voice was muffled and deep.

“Your singing is terrible.”