004 “Living Together (1v1)h” Do you hate me?

Jiang Wan only does evening live broadcasts, starting at ten o’clock and ending at one o’clock in the morning.

She archives every live broadcast so that other new fans can click to watch the live broadcast history.

There are many tools on her desk, including more than a dozen small bottles. Many fans like to hear the sound of unscrewing bottle caps, and even more like to hear the sound of ears being pulled. Many also like to hear the sound of bubbles.

She almost didn’t make a sound, and when she did, she always made a popping sound with her mouth, like a small fish blowing bubbles.

When fans leave messages on the screen, she blows a bubble. When there are no messages, she quietly sweeps the microphone with a feather or cotton swab.

At one o’clock, she called it a day and quietly turned off the live broadcast without making any sound.

This is her habit and she won’t say good night or anything like other anchors.

She always felt that her Mandarin had an accent, and was afraid of being heard by others, so she never dared to speak out.

But He Yingtong praised her and said that she could hardly hear the accent.

In prison, besides reading, she also read novels to other inmates. They liked to listen to her reading, saying that they felt their souls were sublimated while listening to her.

After clearing the table, Jiang Wan opened the door and went to the bathroom.

But he was stunned when he opened the door. The light in the living room was on. The man had a glass of juice in his hand and was spilling it along the floor to the bathroom door.

“…”

Jiang Wan asked softly, “Do you hate me?”

The man said nothing, reopened the refrigerator door, took out an egg, and threw it on the ground.

Jiang Wan walked up behind him and said, “Mr. Wen Jin, I think we need to have a good conversation. Do you hate me and don’t like me being here, so do you do this on purpose?”

The man turned around, as if he couldn’t see her, took a bottle of juice, opened it, and poured it on the ground.

Jiang Wan was a little angry, and when she was about to touch him, she saw his eyes.

His eyes were half closed, open, but not fully open.

Jiang Wan was stunned for a moment.

Sleepwalking?

She took a few steps back and looked at him quietly.

The man was very tall, nearly 1.9 meters tall, with no expression on his face. He took out drinks and juice from the refrigerator again and again, poured them on the floor, and then rummaged through the refrigerator until everything was clean. Then he opened his room and closed the door.

This is the first time Jiang Wan has seen a sleepwalker. There are also some in prison, but she has heard about them. This is the first time she has actually seen them, so she is still a little scared.

She didn’t know what a sleepwalker would do, but the one in the prison was said to strangle the person to death and then send him to a separate room for solitary confinement.

She took a mop and started mopping the floor. It took more than an hour to clean the living room.

She had been busy all day, and the moment she threw herself on the bed after taking a shower, she almost fell asleep on the bed.

She had slept for less than four hours when the alarm clock rang.

She rubbed her eyes and got up to buy groceries.

Unexpectedly, I met a man downstairs. He was running, and he had run for an unknown number of laps. There was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

He was wearing a white sportswear, with a hat on his head and headphones in his ears. His figure was tall and slender, and his face was full of sunshine and vitality.

Jiang Wan thought of the expressionless look of the man pouring drinks on the ground in the early morning, and she really couldn’t relate to the person in front of her.

When she came out after buying groceries, she saw a man coming out of the supermarket with a bottle of drink.

“Mr. Wen Jin.” Jiang Wan walked over, “I bought a drink. If you want a drink next time, you can write me a list and I will buy it for you.”

Wen Jin took off his headphones and turned his head to look at her. He was very tall, and his lowered eyes were somewhat condescending.

The voice that fell in the air was low and magnetic, but the words he spoke were not very pleasant.

“You are a housekeeper, responsible for cleaning, not my nanny.”

Jiang Wan: “…”