Chapter 4

I hurriedly rushed back home.

As soon as I entered, I smelled a strong odor of alcohol.

Walking into the living room, I saw Wen Qun lying on the sofa. His brow was still furrowed, as if he had a nightmare.

His hand was clutching my T-shirt.

Wen Qun's own suit jacket had fallen to the floor, yet he was tightly holding my shirt in his arms.

There were transparent water stains on the shirt, blocking Wen Qun's waist.

Wen Qun not only liked to control my life, he even picked this shirt for me. My brother had a similar one himself.

I reached out, wanting to pull the shirt away to wash it, and then cover Wen Qun with a blanket to prevent him from catching a cold.

But as soon as I exerted force, Wen Qun suddenly opened his eyes.

The fiery gaze fell on my face: "Wen Jiang."

I nodded obediently: "It's me, brother."

Wen Qun grabbed my wrist, pulled me into his arms with a single motion, and then flipped over with lightning speed, pinning me underneath.

His eyes were red, looking somewhat agitated: "Wen Jiang, didn't I tell you to wait for brother until you are eighteen, why don't you listen and casually play with others?"

I was a bit dumbfounded, and my brother was so heavy, something hard was stuck between my legs: "Brother, what are you talking about?"

"Don't let anyone else touch you in the future." Wen Qun pressed my shoulders firmly, making me unable to move.

I knew the last thing I could do was defy him at times like this: "I understand, brother, please let go first."

"Let go?" Wen Qun's lips curled downward, and to my surprise, his hand slipped under my shirt.

When his calloused hand touched my lower back, I shuddered all over.

"Brother will try not to hurt you and will make Jiang comfortable."

With that, Wen Qun leaned over.

A kiss fell on my dry lips, rubbing left and right, his tongue forcibly prying open my teeth, scorching me into numbness all over.

And Wen Qun's hand had already slipped into my sweatpants.