Cohabitation 5

 Chapter 5: Stripped Bare

Jiang Wan carried the groceries back, organized them into the kitchen refrigerator, and set about making breakfast.

Unsure of his exact preferences, she made sunny-side-up eggs and sausages. She had just bought some fresh bread earlier, so she also whipped up two sandwiches.

The grocery money came out of her own pocket, but the man was paying her 8,000 a month—a handsome salary by any measure. Even after deducting 3,000 for monthly food expenses, she would still clear 5,000 a month. Plus, room and board were completely covered, so no matter how she did the math, she was coming out ahead.

Naturally, she wasn't about to slack off when it came to his meals.

The man emerged after finishing his shower and ate the fried egg. He gave the sandwiches a quick visual check to ensure there wasn't a single shred of hidden vegetable inside before taking a bite.

"What would you like for lunch? Let me know if there's anything specific you're craving," Jiang Wan said, finishing up in the kitchen before walking out to pour a glass of milk and slide it across the table to him.

The man pulled out his phone, his slender fingers tapping against the screen.

Jiang Wan: "……"

She pulled out her own phone, opened her text messages, and typed out: [What do you want for lunch?]

A moment later, the man picked up his phone and typed back a reply: [Whatever.]

Jiang Wan: "……"

Her phone vibrated again with a new text message.

Jiang Wan opened it and took a look: [Don't call me mister anymore.]

Immediately following that, another message came through: [We're equals.]

Jiang Wan paused for a second. It wasn't until the man finished eating and headed into the bathroom to wash his hands that she finally understood what he meant.

She sat at the table, finishing her own share of breakfast. As she ate, she replayed those text messages in her mind.

She couldn't help letting out a soft chuckle. He really was something else—definitely different from anyone else she had ever met.

That evening, after finishing her live stream, Jiang Wan noticed the living room lights were still on. She hurried over to check the fridge. She had hidden a portion of the drinks earlier, leaving only two bottles inside. Thankfully, both bottles were still there.

She inspected the floor thoroughly; it was spotless.

There was nobody in the living room, and nobody on the balcony.

She glanced toward the bathroom—the light was on.

"Wen Ji..." She caught herself mid-word, remembering his text message, and swallowed the final syllable.

Worried that he might be sleepwalking again and get hurt in the bathroom, she nervously pushed open the door.

And there he was.

The man stepped out from beneath the showerhead completely naked, his entire body dripping with water. The damp strands of his dark hair were pushed back behind his head, revealing a smooth, high forehead.

His physique was tall and lean, with sharply defined chest and abdominal muscles, straight legs, and right at the center of his thighs hung a dense patch of dark pubic hair, a soft, heavy length drooping down that swayed gently with his every step.

Jiang Wan's eyes widened, her mind instantly going completely blank.

Wen Jin had already walked right up to her. Holding a towel in his hand, he raised his arm to give his wet hair a quick, casual rub. His brows furrowed into a slight arch, and his pitch-black pupils locked directly onto Jiang Wan's face.

His low voice drifted out.

"Get in here."

Jiang Wan's heart skipped a beat. "I'm sorry, I... I didn't mean to, I..."

Wen Jin stared at her with a completely blank expression. "Get in here. Don't make me say it a second time."

Jiang Wan's fingers clenched tight. Swallowing her nerves, she bit the bullet and stepped inside.

Wen Jin gave a slight lift of his chin, gesturing toward the spot he had just occupied. "Stand there."

Jiang Wan knew what he was expecting, and she knew even better that there was no point trying to offer any apologies. She had tried apologizing over a dozen times before, and it had gotten her nowhere—the guy would only tell her that to avoid awkwardness, things had to be completely fair and equal.

Besides... absurdly enough, she actually found herself thinking his logic made a weird kind of sense, given how eccentric he was.

Just like that time she had peed right in front of him, she shut her eyes tightly in mortification.

"Strip naked." Wen Jin commanded, his voice entirely devoid of any emotion.

Jiang Wan began taking off her clothes, piece by piece.

Until finally, only her underwear was left.

Her figure was breathtakingly gorgeous—a slender waist, curved hips, and full, pert breasts. Her skin gleamed with a smooth, jade-like pallor under the bright bathroom lights.

Too ashamed to look at him, Jiang Wan kept her head bowed, wondering just when this excruciating ordeal would finally end. She lifted her gaze to ask, only to freeze when she saw the man staring intently down at the space between her thighs.

The soft length that had been drooping limply just moments before was now standing proudly at attention.

Jiang Wan: "……"

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