041 “Cohabitation (1v1)h” needs her very much

For three consecutive nights, Jiang Wan didn’t make any sound during the live broadcast.

One is that her voice is hoarse.

The second thing is…her throat hurts.

The size of Wen Jin was very large, and the force that was inserted into her throat was a bit stronger. Jiang Wan’s mouth was numb that night, and her throat was so painful that she could not open her mouth to speak.

Especially at night, when I tried to drive Wen Jin out, I couldn’t make a sound.

I could only be pressed down on the bed by him again and again, making my whole body tremble and tremble, and my crying voice was mute during the climax.

Wen Jin had learned more tricks recently and pulled her out of the bedroom. The two of them were on the sofa, on the kitchen sink, in the bathroom bathtub, on the balcony, on the floor…even in his gaming chair space capsule, leaving semen and wetness in every corner.

Of course, after finishing, Jiang Wan still had to clean up.

He could forget about tireless indulgence at night, but he always woke Jiang Wanhuang on time at seven o’clock the next morning and took her for a run.

Jiang Wan was miserable, especially after every run, Wen Jin would always go to the supermarket with her. She had learned from the social death lesson before, so she refused to go to the supermarket with him.

I only waited for him to go home and take a shower before going to the supermarket to buy meat.

It has been decided to leave for the competition in Shanghai, and Dorayoshao and the others bought the tickets for Wen Jin and Jiang Wan.

Jiang Wan has never been to Shanghai, so she can’t help but look forward to it.

In the past few days, I started to pack my luggage when I had time during the day and put some personal belongings in it.

He also packed a duffel bag for Wen Jin. His bag was all white, without signs or logos, and was spotlessly clean.

Because she had to get up early to catch a flight the next day, Jiang Wan made a live broadcast in advance that night, telling Wen Jin to go back to her room to sleep that night. After taking a shower, she returned to the room and locked the door.

But she didn’t sleep peacefully at night. The faint scent of pine wood from Jin’s body could be smelled on the pillow, which had a soothing smell. As soon as she closed her eyes, she always felt that the man was lying behind her.

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

In the middle of the night, she still didn’t fall asleep, so she opened the door and came out to take a look.

The light in the living room is on.

Wen Jin was standing barefoot in the living room.

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

Jiang Wan slowed down and walked over, just as Wen Jin turned around.

His eyes were half-closed on his expressionless face.

He is sleepwalking.

She didn’t dare to call him, but just followed him.

Watch him open the refrigerator, take out the juice and pour it on the ground. After pouring, he takes out the eggs and throws them on the ground with a “slap”.

After doing all this, he originally wanted to go back to his room, but the moment he entered the room, he changed direction.

Walk to Jiang Wan’s room.

Open the door, take off your clothes and climb into bed.

His arms stretched out as if he wanted to hug her.

But the bed was empty, and he looked blank for a moment before continuing to reach out and touch it.

Jiang Wan quickly took off her shoes and went to bed. The man put his arms around her waist, then pulled her into his arms and buried his face in her shoulder and neck.

Jiang Wan’s heart was beating violently.

She didn’t know what Wen Jin had encountered before. The only thing she knew clearly was:

Wen Jin needs her very much.

She turned around slightly and put her arms around his neck.

Her right hand gently stroked his back, like coaxing a child, and sang softly.

She hadn’t sung for a long time. She remembered that when she was in school, she had to sing in a group, so she sang with a group of people. After entering prison, the loudspeakers played songs praising the motherland every day, and she didn’t even know what songs were popular outside.

When it came out, the popular songs had become old songs, but she hadn’t heard any of them yet and only remembered the new songs from nine years ago.

I haven’t memorized all the lyrics yet.

But that doesn’t stop her from making things up.

When she was about to fall asleep, she vaguely heard someone talking.

The voice was hazy and hoarse.

“It sounds awful.”