Wen Jiaxuan’s pajamas were Uniqlo’s dark blue cotton-linen striped pajamas. Qian Wuyou once said that this outfit made him look like a prisoner, but he found it comfortable to wear and didn’t see any problem with it.
However, this morning, he forgot to change clothes in his anger and ended up wandering outside in this pajama outfit for most of the day. When he returned home, he couldn’t bring himself to continue wearing it to sleep.
He went to the cabinet to get clean clothes and then went to the bathroom to take a shower.
After taking a shower, Wen Jiaxuan and Wu Zehao greeted each other and then went to the second-floor closet to find spare bedsheets. They started fussing around on Wu Zehao’s large bed.
The beds in the college dormitory were single beds, making it easy to change the bedsheets, but the two-meter-wide bed in front of them was a bit of a headache.
Fortunately, it was not winter yet, and the blanket wasn’t too thick. Otherwise, it would be a bit difficult for one person to shake the blanket.
After some time, the sound of a shower came from downstairs, and a thought crossed Wen Jiaxuan’s mind: Did this person take clean clothes for showering?
However, he didn’t dwell on it too much. The task of changing the bedsheets was nearing completion, and he continued to focus on what he was doing with his hands.
The last corner was finally smoothed out. Wen Jiaxuan looked at his hard work and couldn’t help but roll onto it for two rounds, completely ruining the originally perfect result.
The large bed was indeed comfortable.
He simply didn’t want to get up.
At this moment, the sound of the bathroom door opening came from downstairs. Wen Jiaxuan quickly got up and smoothed the bedsheet. In no time, Wu Zehao’s figure appeared at the staircase, wrapped in a bath towel, just like before.
“Can’t you put your clothes on, boss?”
“What are you even wearing?”
Both of them spoke simultaneously.
Wen Jiaxuan looked down at his cotton T-shirt and little yellow duck shorts, puzzled, and said, “Just pajamas.”
Wu Zehao furrowed his brow and looked at the little yellow duck right in the middle of Wen Jiaxuan’s crotch, saying, “What a messy pair of pants.”
“What’s messy about it?” Wen Jiaxuan disagreed, “The duck is so cute.”
“…Forget it,” Wu Zehao walked to the closet, “Finish making the bed, and then come downstairs.”
After Wu Zehao finished speaking, he was about to take off the bath towel. Wen Jiaxuan quickly took a step forward and held Wu Zehao’s hand, saying, “Wait, boss.”
Veins popped up on Wu Zehao’s forehead as he asked, “What now?”
“Cough, cough,” Wen Jiaxuan cleared his throat and looked sincerely at Wu Zehao, saying, “Boss, I have something important to tell you.”
“Go ahead.”
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“I heard from Zhang Zhitao…”
“What did he say this time?” Wu Zehao interrupted Wen Jiaxuan with a furrowed brow, clearly not happy that Zhang Zhitao was sharing his affairs with Wen Jiaxuan.
Wen Jiaxuan immediately noticed that the boss wasn’t pleased and quickly abandoned his pretentious posture. He said sincerely, “The company is facing some difficulties right now, so I’ll do the work for you without charging you.”
Wu Zehao stared at Wen Jiaxuan in silence for a while, then sighed and said, “Are you an idiot?”
“Huh?” Wen Jiaxuan was stunned.
“Do you know that it’s because you’re so naive that you’re easily deceived?”
“I-I was just trying to be kind, why are you saying this about me?” Wen Jiaxuan felt wronged. “I tried to do a good deed, forget it, I won’t bother with you.”
Wen Jiaxuan turned away in frustration and was about to leave, but then Wu Zehao suddenly grabbed his wrist and asked, “Do you want to sleep on the bed?”
Wen Jiaxuan instinctively thought he had misheard but then heard Wu Zehao say, “You can have half of the bed, want to sleep?”
“Sleep, sleep, sleep!” Wen Jiaxuan quickly nodded, looking excited. “I’ll go get my phone downstairs!”
Wen Jiaxuan hurriedly ran downstairs, and Wu Zehao watched his back with a helpless sigh, muttering, “And he claims he’s not naive.”
Wen Jiaxuan grabbed his phone and turned off the lights on the first floor. When he returned to the second floor, Wu Zehao had already changed into his pajamas and was half-lying on the bed, browsing something on his iPad.
“Boss, can I really sleep on the bed?” Wen Jiaxuan asked again, feeling unsure.
“Yes, come up,” Wu Zehao replied without looking up.
Wen Jiaxuan happily got into the bed and started using his phone before sleep. However, since his phone hadn’t been charged for long, a low battery notification popped up on the screen shortly.
Wen Jiaxuan raised his head and looked around, realizing that the charging plug was on Wu Zehao’s side. He said, “Boss, I want to charge my phone. Can we switch positions?”
Wu Zehao didn’t refuse. “Sure.”
Wu Zehao put away his iPad and was about to get up, but Wen Jiaxuan moved faster. He straddled one leg over Wu Zehao’s lap, positioning himself as if he were riding him through the air.
Wu Zehao froze in place, and Wen Jiaxuan urged him with confusion, “Boss, why aren’t you moving?”
Wu Zehao stared at the distorted little yellow duck between Wen Jiaxuan’s legs, and he felt its expression seemed to mock him with “quacking.”
He restrained the urge to take off Wen Jiaxuan’s pants and said in a restrained manner, “I’ll move in a moment.”
The two of them changed positions, and Wen Jiaxuan continued to use WeChat on his phone while charging it. After a while, Wu Zehao turned off the lights on the second floor, but Wen Jiaxuan didn’t put his phone away. He chatted excitedly and even giggled from time to time.
Wu Zehao, unable to bear it any longer, took the phone from Wen Jiaxuan’s hand, locked the screen, and placed it on the bedside table. He said, “Go to sleep!”
“Wait a minute!” Wen Jiaxuan took his phone back. “I need to say goodnight to someone.”
Wu Zehao furrowed his brow and didn’t want to bother with Wen Jiaxuan, but he couldn’t help asking, “Who are you saying goodnight to?”
“A scammer!” Wen Jiaxuan said proudly. “He thought I admired him.”
“Let me see.”
Wu Zehao took the phone but was immediately taken aback by Wen Jiaxuan’s profile picture. He asked, “What’s the deal with this busty and cute girl?”
“My undercover identity, Little Xuanxuan,” Wen Jiaxuan chuckled.
“…Are you planning to seduce him?”
“Yeah,” Wen Jiaxuan said, “The current plan is to start an online romance, then meet in person, and when we do, I’ll bring the police to catch him.”
“…”
“Report to me what you’re going to chat about in the future,” Wu Zehao handed the phone back to Wen Jiaxuan. “You’re so naive, don’t blow your cover.”
Hearing this, Wen Jiaxuan became unhappy and muttered, “Why do you always scold me?”
“I’m just worried about you.”
Wen Jiaxuan couldn’t retorted, clearly feeling a bit uncomfortable. Wu Zehao sighed and said slowly, “Jiajia, you’re too kind. You don’t know how bad people can be out there.”
“I’m not afraid,” Wen Jiaxuan stubbornly said, “We can’t let these bad people go unpunished.”
“Anyway, I’ll help you. If you have any problems in the future, just ask me.”
“Okay,” Wen Jiaxuan turned to look at Wu Zehao, and there were tiny stars gleaming in his pitch-black eyes. “Boss, you’re really kind. Not only did you take me in, but you also helped me catch scammers. That’s why I say there are still many good people in this world.”
Wu Zehao, inexplicably given a “good person card,” averted his gaze awkwardly. He must be possessed to interfere so much.
Wen Jiaxuan soon fell asleep after putting down his phone. He covered himself with the thin blanket, using his legs to secure it to his side. Wu Zehao, feeling a headache, pulled the blanket forcefully, causing Wen Jiaxuan to roll over, with one leg resting on him.
“Wen Jiaxuan!” Wu Zehao shook Wen Jiaxuan awake without mercy. “You’re not behaving while sleeping?”
“Uh…” Wen Jiaxuan opened his eyes and considered the situation for a moment. He didn’t see any problem with it. He moved closer to Wu Zehao and his arm naturally rested on him. “I like sleeping while holding something.”
“So, you’re holding me?”
“What’s the matter?” Wen Jiaxuan looked at Wu Zehao with confusion. “You clearly said before that I could.”
Indeed, Wu Zehao had said that when Wen Jiaxuan had just passed the interview.
But he didn’t expect it to turn out like this.
“You can hold during the day, but not at night,” Wu Zehao paused. “Holding at night could lead to trouble.”
“Why are you so inconsistent?” Wen Jiaxuan complained, but he obediently turned over to face the side where Wu Zehao was sleeping.
However, ten minutes later, Wen Jiaxuan rolled back over and clung to Wu Zehao’s back like a koala.
The blanket was thin for the summer, and Wen Jiaxuan’s thighs were exposed. Wu Zehao couldn’t help but glance down and couldn’t take his eyes off them.
He thought of that mocking little yellow duck again, as if it were saying, “Quack quack quack, you dare not touch me.” Before he realized it, his hand was already resting on Wen Jiaxuan’s thigh.
So soft.
Wait, wait, wait. Wu Zehao quickly withdrew his hand. This wasn’t mischief; it was simply outrageous.
He couldn’t help but recite the Heart Sutra in his mind: “Form is emptiness, emptiness is form; sensations, perceptions, formations, and consciousness are also like this…”
He made up his mind. The next travel destination would be a Buddhist holy place. He needed to purify his soul; otherwise, his mind would be filled with indecent thoughts.
The next morning, Wen Jiaxuan, while asleep, felt that the bed was uncomfortable. He tossed and turned to adjust his posture but couldn’t get comfortable. So, he opened his eyes and found himself staring at the familiar ceiling of the living room.
“Awake?” Wu Zehao had set up the breakfast table. “Go freshen up and come have breakfast.”
Wen Jiaxuan was a bit disoriented. He asked strangely, “Boss, why am I on the sofa?”
“I carried you down,” Wu Zehao said without changing his expression.
“Why?” Wen Jiaxuan immediately furrowed his brow. “Didn’t you agree to let me sleep on the bed?”
“I take that back.”
“Why are you so inconsistent?”
Wu Zehao still didn’t react much, as if he felt no remorse for being inconsistent. Wen Jiaxuan climbed off the sofa with an unhappy expression, thinking that the workplace was truly challenging, and you could never understand what the boss was thinking.
“Oh, by the way, I’ll be going to Mount Koya in Japan in early August. Have you been there?” Wu Zehao suddenly asked.
Hearing those two familiar words, Wen Jiaxuan’s eyes instantly lit up. “Boss, take me with you! I’ll be your translator!”
He called him JiaJia‼
Love how jiajia repeated the sentence ‘why are you so inconsistent?’ twice to boss 😂 boss can’t help it because you’re just so innocently seductive jiajia 🤭
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