Jing Xiaocha stayed in Zhang Minghui's room for a long time, and she did not return to her room until Zhang Minghui fell asleep.

During this period, Wen Jinji did not come to find her or call her.

Seeing that it was already ten o'clock, Jing Xiaocha thought that Wen Jin might go back to her room to sleep.

However, she pushed open the door of her room and saw Wen Jin still sitting on the edge of the bed with her notebook on her legs, looking at it attentively.

Wen Jin never noticed her when she came in.

Jing Xiaocha was stunned and shouted in surprise, "Brother Wen, why are you still here?"

Wen Jin then raised his head and looked at her. His dark eyes were clear and deep under the light. When he met her gaze, he curled his lips and smiled, and his voice gently overflowed his thin lips, "I'm reading your novel."

Upon hearing this, Jing Xiaocha's eyes changed slightly.

“It’s very well written and very emotional.”

Wen Jin's unswerving praise made Jing Xiaocha feel embarrassed.

She laughed and walked towards Wen Jin who was sitting on the edge of the bed, "This is not suitable for you to see."

“Nothing is suitable or not.”

Wen Jin looked at Jing Xiaocha who was walking over with a gentle curve on the corner of his mouth.

He used to not like to watch this kind of thing because he didn't have this interest and didn't have that much time.

The reason he reads now is because the novel was written by Jing Xiaocha, and since he had read her novel last time he was bored, he has become interested.

Just because you can see her shadow from her lines.

Wen Jin was really fascinated just now and felt that her emotions were all affected by the characters in her article.

Jing Xiaocha stopped two steps away from Wen Jin and said with a smile, "Brother Wen, give me your notebook."

"I've already helped you to the backstage."

Wen Jin said, starting to close the software and web pages, without giving the notebook to Jing Xiaocha.

Jing Xiaocha's lips moved, and he wanted to say something, but he didn't say it.

Although the content Wen Jin modified for her tonight was different from the plot he had previously modified, he didn't seem to find it strange, and he didn't even mention a word.

She turned off the notebook calmly and elegantly, got up, took the notebook to the coffee table a few steps away and put it down.

Then, standing in front of the coffee table, gently reminded Jing Xiaocha, "Go to bed early, I'll go back to the room to sleep."

"Brother Wen, good night."

Jing Xiaocha blinked in surprise, watched Wen Jinjunyi's back walk out of the room, and closed the door for her considerately.

After closing the door, Wen Jin stayed at the door for a few seconds before returning to his room.

He was as smart as him, of course he knew why Jing Xiaocha had not returned to his room for a long time, but because the content he modified for her tonight made her feel embarrassed.

He didn't want her to work too hard until her arm injury healed, so in order not to be refused to help her modify the typo next time, Wen Jin didn't mention it.

Everything goes from being used to being used to.

This is a process.

This is true for Jing Xiaocha to live in Wen Jin's house. She agreed that Wen Jin would help her modify typos every night.

The days were spent in happiness and joy, and the wounds on Jing Xiaocha’s arm healed very quickly.

Because of the cold weather and Wen Jin has been very busy, coupled with the scandals a few days ago, Jing Xiaocha stayed at Wen's house for a week and never left the house.

However, Xiaohui ran outside every day and followed Ziyi to make money everywhere.

That night, Wen Jin came back from socializing and came directly to Jing Xiaocha's room as soon as he got home.

"Brother Wen, have you drunk?"

When he opened the door, Jing Xiaocha smelled the faint smell of wine. He couldn't help but feel more concerned in his eyes when he looked at Wen Jin's eyes.

Wen Jin raised his hand and brushed his forehead, and said helplessly, "I've been pestered by them and drank a few cups. Have you finished typing?"

"Brother Wen, I have already made the modifications. You don't need your help tonight. You will definitely feel uncomfortable after drinking. I'll cook something for you."

"Need not."

Wen Jin shook her head and glanced at her right arm, "Since you have modified the typo, I will go back to my room to rest first, and you can rest early."

After he said that, he turned around and left.

Jing Xiaocha blinked, and saw that Wen Jin's hand was still on his forehead, and couldn't help but follow him into the master bedroom, following him and said, "Brother Wen, you sit down first, I'll pour you a cup of boiled water."

Wen Jin turned around and saw her following her into the room. She hesitated for a moment and nodded lightly, "Okay."

Jing Xiaocha quickly stepped forward and helped him sit down in front of the sofa. Although Wen Jin did not refuse her support, he defended himself, "I am not drunk."

"Brother Wen, I know you are not drunk."

Jing Xiaocha smiled. She had seen Wen Jin drunkenly. Now, she was just a little drunk when she was too much, and she couldn't be considered drunk.

However, drinking will make you feel uncomfortable.

She had a deep understanding of this, so she took care of Wen Jin very carefully.

"Um."

Seeing that she believed it, Wen Jin leaned into the sofa and raised her hand and gently pressed her sideburns to relieve the slight headache.

When Jing Xiaocha poured water for Wen Jin, he saw him closing his eyes, putting one hand on his legs and gently pressing his temples with his hands on his hands, and unconsciously feeling a hint of pity in his heart.

"Brother Wen, drink this cup of boiling water first."

"Um."

Wen Jin then opened her eyes, took the cup of water she handed over, and drank all the water into her stomach.

Jing Xiaocha put the cup on the coffee table and did not leave. Instead, he reached out to massage the position he had just pressed gently, and said gently, "Brother Wen, I'll give you a massage."

"You go back and rest, I'm fine."

Wen Jin raised his hand and tried to pull Jing Xiaocha's hand down.

Jing Xiaocha's hand was pulled down by him, but he insisted on putting his hand back on his forehead, "Brother Wen, I'm not sleepy now, are you having a headache?"

"Maybe I drank two more drinks, a little bit."

Wen Jin frowned slightly and said lightly.

"Well, it's very uncomfortable to be drunk. I last felt bad for two days. Fortunately, you were not drunk. You might just have a rest and you might get up after a night of sleep."

Jing Xiaocha was inspired by his feelings.

Wen Jin looked up at her, and after a moment, he asked casually, "Do you remember the last time you got drunk?"

"Remember, I've had a headache."

Jing Xiaocha nodded and gently massaged Wen Jin on his hand.

Wen Jin thought of something, a glimmer flashed in her eyes, and her eyes stayed on her lips, "Do you remember anything other than headache?"

"I don't remember, it's just that I feel very uncomfortable."

Jing Xiaocha thought for a while, shook his head and replied, after two seconds, he said, "I didn't know before, but it was so uncomfortable to be drunk."

"You did one thing that night."

Wen Jin's voice was a little quieter. Perhaps it was the effect of alcohol. His eyes staring at Jing Xiaocha's lips and his eyes were darkened.

Jing Xiaocha stood in front of him like this. At such a close distance, the fragrance of the shower gel on her body was mixed with the unique faint fragrance of the girl, lingering between his nose.
Chapter completed!