Wen Jiaxuan sat on the sofa, idly playing with his phone. Although his eyes were fixed on the screen in his hands, his thoughts never left what was behind him. Whenever the chair behind him moved, he would eagerly turn around, but each time ended in disappointment.
Wu Zehao was either going to smoke or fetch water, and he didn’t have the slightest intention to ask him to do anything. In the end, Wen Jiaxuan couldn’t bear it any longer, looked at Wu Zehao eagerly, and asked, “Is there anything else I can do?”
Wu Zehao replied concisely, “No.”
Wen Jiaxuan shrank back into the sofa with his mouth pursed, but at this moment, Wu Zehao suddenly changed his words: “Actually, there’s one thing.”
Wen Jiaxuan quickly poked his head out from behind the sofa, his eyes bright as he waited for Wu Zehao’s next words.
“Can you cook?” Wu Zehao asked.
The little stars in Wen Jiaxuan’s eyes went out instantly, and he drooped his shoulders, saying, “No.”
“That’s fine,” Wu Zehao’s tone was flat, as if he had no expectations from the beginning.
Wen Jiaxuan was not reconciled, he added, “I can order takeaway.”
Wu Zehao chuckled, but his eyes remained on the screen, “No, I’ll cook later.”
Wen Jiaxuan blinked his eyes, thinking that this man is amazing; he had never seen a career-oriented man who can cook. Even his father and brother, who are both non-smoker, can’t cook.
He looked at the time, and it was almost six o’clock, so he couldn’t help asking, “When will you do it?”
Wu Zehao glanced at him, “Are you hungry?”
Wen Jiaxuan nodded, “Yes.”
Wu Zehao exhaled, typed a few words on the keyboard, and then stood up. Wen Jiaxuan suddenly recalled that Wu Zehao said he hated other people disrupting his plans the most. Interpreting this a bit, it means that what he was doing was interrupted by others the most.
Thinking of this, Wen Jiaxuan quickly said, “I’m not that hungry, you can work first.”
“It’s fine,” Wu Zehao walked from the workbench to the kitchen, passing by the sofa. He rubbed Wen Jiaxuan’s head, “Today’s work is almost done.”
Wu Zehao didn’t pay attention to the strength of his hands in this movement, and Wen Jiaxuan’s head was pushed back a lot by him. But as soon as Wu Zehao’s hand left, Wen Jiaxuan continued to look into the kitchen like a spring.
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Wu Zehao prepared two side dishes at will. They were not simple, but not up to the standard of entertaining guests. However, Wen Jiaxuan felt secretly delighted; it showed that Wu Zehao didn’t treat him as an outsider.
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Wu Zehao didn’t respond and replied flatly, “Sure, let’s learn. It’s not difficult.”
Wen Jiaxuan curled his lips, immediately unsure how to respond. In fact, what he meant was that as long as Wu Zehao kept him, he would cook in the future to save Wu Zehao trouble. But obviously, Wu Zehao didn’t understand what he meant, so he just said something casually.
However, Wen Jiaxuan couldn’t be too clear in his speech. After all, he felt he was a grown man and didn’t have the courage to say something like, “I’ll stay here and cook for you.”
After dinner, Wu Zehao did something unusual; he sat on the double sofa in the living room instead of going to the workbench.
Logically, Wu Zehao should have sat on the longer three-seater sofa. After all, it was his home. But there were small quilts that had not been put away, Wen Jiaxuan’s backpack, computer, chargers, and other miscellaneous things taking up the space. In short, Wen Jiaxuan had already claimed the spot.
Summer days are always very long, and it was already past seven o’clock, but there was still no sign of darkness outside.
Wen Jiaxuan felt sticky and uncomfortable. Skipping a bath for one day in such hot weather was understandable, but two days without a bath was really unbearable.
He looked at Wu Zehao, who was watching the news broadcast, and asked, “Can I take a shower at your place?”
Wu Zehao didn’t look back, “Go ahead.”
Wen Jiaxuan continued, “I don’t have a change of clothes.”
Then Wu Zehao turned around slowly, looked at Wen Jiaxuan, and asked, “You want to borrow my clothes?”
Wen Jiaxuan nodded, “I washed my clothes tonight; they should be dry tomorrow morning.”
Wu Zehao was silent for a moment and didn’t immediately agree. Finally, he got up and went to the second floor to get a loose T-shirt and a pair of sports shorts. He tossed the clothes to Wen Jiaxuan and then went back to leaning on the sofa to watch TV.
Wen Jiaxuan went to the bathroom for a quick shower, but when he was drying himself and getting dressed, he encountered a problem—he couldn’t fit into Wu Zehao’s sports shorts.
Wen Jiaxuan was slim; the waistband of the shorts extended past his hips, and his hips were narrow, giving him a well-proportioned, boyish physique with long limbs.
Wu Zehao must have specially chosen them for him, but even so, the shorts barely clung to his hips, threatening to slip down with the slightest movement.
Wen Jiaxuan found it uncomfortable, so he decided not to wear the shorts. After all, Wu Zehao’s T-shirt was long enough to cover what needed to be covered.
So, after washing and changing clothes, Wen Jiaxuan stepped outside wearing only a T-shirt.
Drying racks were set up in the yard, each with a few spare clips. Wen Jiaxuan placed his clothes on the rack and was about to use a clip for his underwear when Wu Zehao’s voice came from the French window, “Why are you not wearing pants?”
Wen Jiaxuan turned his head and saw Wu Zehao halfway leaning out from the air-conditioned room, frowning at his… legs.
“The pants are too big,” Wen Jiaxuan said honestly, “It’s okay, your shirt is long enough.”
“Come inside!” Wu Zehao scolded under his breath.
Wen Jiaxuan hesitated for a moment, wondering what Wu Zehao was up to. He still had a pair of underwear in his hand, but he would be done soon, so he replied, “Just a moment.”
However, as soon as Wen Jiaxuan finished speaking, the clip he was holding suddenly slipped out of his hand. He quickly looked around and found the clip had fallen on the edge of the yard’s fence. He took a few steps to retrieve it, bending down to pick it up, not realizing that his shirt had ridden up, exposing half of his buttocks.
When Wen Jiaxuan returned to the drying rack, he noticed Wu Zehao approaching with a stern expression.
This intimidating demeanor was familiar; it was the same as before. Wen Jiaxuan was taken aback, wondering if the drying rack was some sort of high-end item that was easily disturbed?
Wu Zehao briskly walked up to Wen Jiaxuan. Wen Jiaxuan held his underwear in one hand and the clip in the other, watching Wu Zehao nervously without daring to move, for fear of breaking something again.
Wu Zehao glanced at the piece of white cloth in Wen Jiaxuan’s hand and asked with a stern face, “Why aren’t you wearing underwear?”
Wen Jiaxuan didn’t understand why Wu Zehao was asking this. Isn’t this normal? He raised the hand holding the underwear slightly and said innocently, “They’re still wet.”
Wu Zehao’s forehead seemed to form veins as he said in a deep voice, “Come inside right away!”
Wu Zehao turned around and walked back, while Wen Jiaxuan was stunned by the shouting and stood still, not moving. Wu Zehao turned his head again and said, “Why are you dawdling?”
Wen Jiaxuan finally snapped out of it, quickly hung up his underwear, and followed Wu Zehao’s footsteps.
Once inside the room, as soon as Wen Jiaxuan sat down, Wu Zehao threw a small blanket over his head and said firmly, “Cover up.”
Wen Jiaxuan was utterly bewildered, having no idea what he had done to upset Wu Zehao. He said with a hint of grievance, “Why… It’s cooler without covering.”
Wu Zehao’s response seemed bewildering as well, “You’re cool, I’m hot.”
Wen Jiaxuan tilted his head in confusion. Was Wu Zehao feeling out of sorts? Was he upset because Wen Jiaxuan seemed to feel cooler than him?
He glanced at Wu Zehao’s long pants and thought to himself, why don’t you just wear shorts if you’re feeling hot? Why won’t you let him be comfortable?
But he didn’t dare to voice this complaint.
Perhaps Wen Jiaxuan’s expression was too theatrical. Wu Zehao coughed uncomfortably, then softened his tone and said, “Behave, the air conditioner in the room is set to a low temperature. Don’t catch a cold.”
Wen Jiaxuan’s eyes took on an even stranger look. He felt that Wu Zehao was truly an enigma; even while scolding, he still expressed concern.
But as the saying goes, when in someone else’s house, one must bow their head. Wen Jiaxuan had no choice but to wrap himself tightly, afraid of provoking the wrath of Editor Wu once again.
Until he went to bed, Wen Jiaxuan managed to keep his thighs covered, but it was a different story after he turned off the lights. He was accustomed to sleeping with a leg exposed, so as soon as he lay down, one leg naturally extended, clamping the quilt tightly.
The French windows on the first floor were adorned with thin, translucent white curtains. Streetlights and moonlight filtered in silently, casting a soft glow over the entire first floor.
Unbeknownst to Wen Jiaxuan, he was visible to Wu Zehao on the second floor.
Wu Zehao’s headache deepened as he gazed at the fair, well-contoured legs and the partially revealed round buttocks. He realized that he needed to rid himself of this little troublemaker as soon as possible, or else he might end up doing something foolish.
Early the next morning, the sound of running water woke Wen Jiaxuan. Assuming it was Wu Zehao returning from his morning run, he paid it no mind. However, just as the bathroom door opened, he instinctively cracked open his eyes and stole a glance.
Wu Zehao held something in his hand, seemingly a pair of underwear.
Getting up early to wash underwear? Why not wash them after showering last night?
Wen Jiaxuan always washed his underwear immediately after bathing, never letting them accumulate to be washed in bulk.
Could it be that Wu Zehao also lets several pairs pile up and plans to tackle them all this morning?
That’s quite unhygienic.
Wen Jiaxuan drifted back to sleep, oblivious to the extra layer of quilt that now covered him.
Love it when he unintentionally seduced the poor man 😂 clueless, innocent shous are the best! Looks like wen jiaxuan may end up living together as a boyfriend lolol
I feel quite sorry for Wu Zehao having to deal with this little oblivious translator. 😂
Thanks for the chapter!
This is so funny~ 🤣🤣🤣
MLFAO AND HE SAID THAT WEARING CHEST EXPOSED IS SHOCKING