Because she was addicted

Wen Jia quickly turned around, lowered her head, afraid of seeing something that would give her a corn. She looked down as she unpacked her takeout, stammering:

"Um."

As soon as she finished speaking, the sofa next to her sank in, and Lu Chenyan's presence instantly enveloped her.

Then I heard him say "Huh?"

"Spicy crayfish! This portion is huge, can you eat it all by yourself? And a beer, give me a can. I'm starving."

Wen Jia turned her head away, grabbed a can of beer, and handed it to him.

"What are you doing?" Lu Chenyan's teasing voice rang out from behind him.

"Nothing much, just eating."

Wen Jia didn't dare to look back, and even silently moved aside, about the size of her buttocks. Unexpectedly, Lu Chenyan burst out laughing.

"How can you eat with your back turned?"

"It's edible."

To prove she could eat like that, Wen Jia reached out and grabbed a crayfish, but she still managed to scrape the beer can next to her. With a thud, the beer can fell onto the carpet, spilling out a large amount of white foam.

"oops."

Wen Jia quickly squatted down to tidy up, but saw that Lu Chenyan was even faster than her.

Unexpectedly, Wen Jia and Lu Chenyan came face to face.

She instinctively covered her eyes.

Lu Chenyan was taken aback. "Wen Jia, what are you doing? Why are you covering your eyes? Open your eyes."

"I won't open my eyes! You're being a pervert."

Wen Jia's heart was pounding wildly; she could almost hear it. She covered her eyes tightly with her fingers, feeling the burning heat on her cheeks.

Since the eyes cannot see, the senses of touch and hearing become more sensitive.

She felt Lu Chenyan chuckle softly and reach out his hand to her. His long, strong fingers covered hers, gently prying them apart. At the same time, his magnetic and seductive voice sounded in her ear.

"What are you doing, being a pervert? Sister, haven't you already seen my body? What are you afraid of? Just take one look~ I'll only show it to you."

Wen Jia was so frightened that her whole body stiffened, and she almost turned around and ran away.

But the next second, Lu Chenyan had already pulled her hand and moved it towards his body.

Her fingers touched the rough texture of the fabric, and beneath it, Lu Chenyan's broad and powerful chest muscles.

She slowly opened her eyes.

Lu Chenyan was wearing a thick skirt with a Peter Rabbit figure on the chest, one ear drooping. However, the skirt seemed to have shrunk, only reaching his thighs. He looked utterly ridiculous.

"This dress!!!"

Wen Jia's eyes widened.

"Yes, I saw this nightgown on your bed. It's quite big; it just barely fits me. I really have nothing else to wear. You don't mind, do you?"

Lu Chenyan remained expressionless, tilting his head to look at her.

It seemed that wearing a women's nightgown was not something shameful for him, but rather something to be proud of. He even seriously tugged at the wide shoulder straps that were a little too tight.

"Pfft!"

Wen Jia burst out laughing.

"How did you come up with that?"

Lu Chenyan shrugged. "I can't exactly come out naked. Or do you want to see?"

He drew out the last syllable of his voice, and his hand holding Wen Jia's was somewhat restless.

Wen Jia glared at him fiercely, "If you keep talking nonsense, you're out."

Unexpectedly, Lu Chenyan took her hand, kissed it, and solemnly said:

"Jiajia, don't worry, I will never do anything you don't want to do. When we're together, I'll listen to you in everything. Whatever you say goes. If you tell me to go east, I'll go east; if you tell me to stand, I'll never sit."

This completely stumped Wen Jia.

She shook off his hand, turned around, and said, "Who's with you?"

Lu Chenyan hugged her from behind, burying his head deeply in her neck.

"Jiajia, I'll give you time to think it over. But I won't give up. No matter what you're like, I love you. I just want to be with you. Please, don't push me away, okay?"

Wen Jia was held tightly in his arms.

Even though I could hear him saying sweet nothings, I could clearly sense that something was off about his emotions.

Lu Chenyan, a prodigy, should be high above others and full of vigor. When did he become so dejected?

"What happened? What's wrong with you?"

Lu Chenyan shook his head. "It's nothing, I just missed you."

The two of them just held each other quietly.

Something in the room was gradually heating up, and the air was slowly becoming thicker. Just as Wen Jia felt something was about to happen, Lu Chenyan suddenly took a breath, released her, and sat down on the sofa with a smile.

I'm hungry!

"You know what? I didn't even eat lunch so I could get back quickly. It's raining here in Haicheng, and my flight was delayed."

"Isn't there airplane food?"

"Thinking about seeing you made me not hungry at all. But now, I am. It seems that eating depends on who you're with."

A large plate of crayfish was almost two-thirds gone into Lu Chenyan's stomach. He was still hungry, so Wen Jia ordered a bowl of noodles.

Lu Chenyan, like a starving ghost reincarnated, slurped up the soup and finished it all.

He wiped his mouth, patted his stomach, and exclaimed, "That felt great!"

The Peter Rabbit on the nightgown also bulged up.

The white nightgown only covered half of Lu Chenyan's thigh, revealing clearly defined muscles. Wen Jia even imagined that he was going commando underneath, and her face flushed red again.

"I've dried your clothes for you. Just change into them."

Lu Chenyan was reluctant to part, "Tonight, could I...?"

Wen Jia quickly covered Lu Chenyan's mouth, her eyes stopping him. "Where do you live? I'll call you a car."

"No need." Lu Chenyan blew on his bangs, looking hurt. In the end, he still took her hand and gently pecked it at his lips. "Goodnight."

Lu Chenyan left, even taking the trash with him.

Late at night.

Wen Jia, however, was not sleepy at all.

In just three short hours, Lu Chenyan's traces and scent were everywhere in the room. The Peter Rabbit nightgown lay quietly on the sofa, and Wen Jia smiled every time she looked at it.

Lu Chenyan knows how to respect her, which is commendable.

Perhaps, after a person has suffered enough, God will reward her with a piece of candy?

She thought, perhaps she could…

Beep~

The phone lit up.

It's Pan Mei.

She sent me a WeChat message: "Your brother passed the interview. He'll start work tomorrow. We'll move in once we find a place."

Pan Mei's message instantly brought Wen Jia back to reality.

"Okay," she replied.

Opening WeChat Moments, Wen Zhao's post was the first one. He was eating skewers by the roadside with his arm around Pan Mei's shoulder, looking very pleased with himself. The background was a street full of snacks.

Wen Jia was happy that Wen Zhao could find a job with peace of mind.

After all, he's my own brother.

When her father died, Wen Zhao was eight years old, still a naive and innocent child.

At the funeral, Wen Zhao reached out to steal some offerings to eat, but Wen Lin slapped him, and he knelt there, wailing loudly. The guests who came to the funeral all said that this child was truly filial.

The day after the funeral, Pan Mei threw away all of her father's belongings and set up two mahjong tables in the living room.

From that day on, men came to her house to play mahjong in droves. Pan Mei would take 50 yuan from each table and include tea.

Sometimes Pan Mei would hit herself.

It starts with one or two yuan, and then the stakes get higher and higher, reaching five, ten, or even tens of yuan. In a single game of mahjong, some players win or lose hundreds or even thousands of yuan.

The house was littered with cigarette butts, beer cans, takeout boxes, phlegm, and boogers; it was always smoky and filled with the sounds of cursing and shuffling mahjong tiles.

She and her sister would stay at the convenience store during the day, and at night they would go up to the third floor, lock the door, and not come down. But Wen Zhao was still young, and Pan Mei ordered her around to serve tea and water.

People who come to my house to play mahjong can be sent to run errands to buy cigarettes or drinks for just one yuan.

Wen Zhao was corrupted by Pan Mei.

At that time, she and Wen Lin couldn't even take care of themselves, let alone him.

Feeling a surge of irritation, she got up, grabbed her nightgown, and soaked it in water to wash.