Chapter 5: Undress

Jiang Wan carried the groceries back, went into the kitchen, sorted everything into the fridge, and then started preparing breakfast.

Since she didn’t know his preferences, she made a simple breakfast — a fried egg and sausage. She had just bought some bread, so she also made two sandwiches.

The grocery money came out of her own pocket, but the man paid her 8,000 a month, which was a high salary. Even after deducting 3,000 for monthly food expenses, she still earned 5,000 — with free room and board. No matter how she calculated it, she was the one benefiting.

When it came to food, she naturally didn’t dare to slack off.

The man came out after taking a shower. He ate the fried egg and glanced at the sandwich, only taking a bite after confirming there were no vegetables inside.

“What would you like for lunch? If you have anything in mind, just let me know.” Jiang Wan cleaned up the kitchen, then poured a glass of milk and placed it on the table in front of him.

The man pulled out his phone, his long fingers tapping lightly on the screen.

Jiang Wan: “……”

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Jiang Wan blinked, momentarily stunned. It wasn’t until the man finished eating and went to the bathroom to wash his hands that she realized what he meant.

She sat at the table, eating her own breakfast, her mind replaying the words from the text.

She couldn’t help but chuckle softly — he really was different from other people.

That night, after finishing her livestream, Jiang Wan noticed the living room lights were on. She quickly ran to check the fridge. She had hidden some of the drinks earlier, leaving only two bottles visible. Thankfully, both were still there.

She scanned the floor carefully — clean.

No one in the living room, no one on the balcony.

She glanced at the bathroom — the light was on.

“Mr. Wen Jin—” She stopped herself, remembering the text, swallowing the last word.

Worried he might be sleepwalking and get hurt, she nervously opened the bathroom door.

And then — she saw him.

The man stepped out from under the shower, completely naked, water dripping down his body. His wet hair was slicked back, revealing a smooth, prominent forehead.

He was tall and lean, his chest and abdominal muscles well-defined. His long legs were straight and firm, and between them — a thick patch of hair and a soft mass hanging down, swaying slightly as he moved.

Jiang Wan’s eyes widened. Her mind went blank.

Wen Jin had already walked up to her. Holding a towel, he raised an arm to casually wipe his wet hair. His brows furrowed slightly, and his dark eyes fell on Jiang Wan’s face.

His voice was low and husky.

“Come in.”

Jiang Wan’s heart trembled. “I’m sorry, I… I didn’t mean to, I…”

Wen Jin showed no expression as he looked at her. “Come in. Don’t make me say it twice.”

Jiang Wan’s fingers tightened. Gritting her teeth, she stepped inside.

Wen Jin tilted his chin, pointing to the spot where he had just been standing. “Stand there.”

Jiang Wan knew exactly what he was asking. She also knew that no amount of apologizing would work — she had tried countless times before. He would only insist that to avoid awkwardness, they had to be fair with each other.

And somehow… she didn’t find his request unreasonable. He was strange, and absurdly, she thought his logic made sense.

Just like the last time when he had made her urinate in front of him to even the score, she closed her eyes, burning with shame.

“Take off all your clothes,” Wen Jin said. His voice remained flat, emotionless.

Jiang Wan removed her clothes, one piece at a time.

Finally, her underwear.

She had a beautiful figure — a slender waist, nice butt, round hips, and full, perky breasts.

Her skin glowed like smooth jade under the light.

Head lowered, Jiang Wan didn’t dare to look at him. She didn’t know how long this would last, and just as she was about to ask, she noticed Wen Jin lowering his gaze.

He was staring at the center of her legs.

And the once-soft part between his legs had lifted its head, now standing tall.

Jiang Wan: “……”