"What did I do?"

Jing Xiaocha blinked blankly, as if she noticed the strange fluctuations in Wen Jin's eyes, and her heart skipped a beat for no reason.

What scenes are coming to my mind.

She subconsciously frowned, could it be that the dream that night was not a dream.

No, it is impossible.

Soon Jing Xiaocha denied this idea again.

Wen Jin saw the change of her expression in her eyes, gently stroked her slender index finger on her tender lips, and as she trembled slightly, she said quietly, "That night, you forced me to kiss."

When he said that, Jing Xiaocha's eyes widened in shock.

Glazed at him in disbelief.

"Brother Wen..."

Wen Jin's eyes were half-closed at her, and her slightly rough and warm fingertips gently rubbed her lips, forming a string of electric currents.

The air also instantly became ambiguous.

Jing Xiaocha's heartbeat accelerated the numbness coming from his lips, and the massage of Wen Jin stopped unknowingly.

My head is messy.

It turned out that night was really not a dream. No wonder it was so real. She could still clearly remember the temperature on her lips when she woke up.

"Did you remember?"

While speaking, Wen Jinna kept looking at her hands and pulled her left arm gently.

Jing Xiaocha, who was trying hard to recall, fell on his lap.

A low voice came out of his mouth, and his little face instantly turned red.

Wen Jin's hand walked around her slender waist and hugged her in her arms. As a result, the ambiguity between the two suddenly escalated.

Even the temperature in the air rose instantly.

A heat spread out from his body, and Jing Xiaocha was stiff and did not dare to move at all.

The brain was also short-circuited in an instant, and was driven away by the masculine aura lingering between the nose and was completely unable to think.

"That night, I saw you drunk and being helped by Jin Zheyu into the car. I was worried that he would have bad intentions for you, so I pulled you out of his car."

Wen Jin's voice sounded in his ears in a low and dull voice, accompanied by a hot masculine aura.

As he narrated, such a picture gradually appeared in front of Jing Xiaocha. She was pulled out of Jin Zheyu's car by Wen Jin...

Later, in Wen Jin's car, she actually forced him...

How could this be true?

Jing Xiaocha didn't want to believe it, and he didn't want to admit that he did such a thing.

“Do you have an impression?”

So, when Wen Jin finished speaking, Jing Xiaocha shook his head without thinking.

“No impression.”

Wen Jin narrowed her eyes deeper, and her big palm with clear joints suddenly grabbed the back of her head, pressed her little face in front of him, and her warm thin lips accurately grabbed her lips.

At the same time, she also closed her mouth.

Jing Xiaocha's thoughts that had just returned to the cage were wiped out in ashes the next moment.

A bang in my head exploded.

A strong phone ran through his lips and hit the heart.

Her body was stiff, and her slender eyelashes trembled. She lowered gently under Wen Jin's hoarse command, covering her astonished eyes.

Wen Jin said, "Close your eyes."

Seeing Jing Xiaocha obediently closing his eyes, a satisfactory curve bent at the corner of his mouth, and the kiss was as delicate and gentle as the spring breeze and drizzle.

After her lips lingered for a while, she noticed that Jing Xiaocha's body in her arms was no longer as stiff as before, and seemed to have adapted to his kiss.

He pried open her teeth with a domineering but gentleness, and kissed from gentleness to domineering, plundering the fragrance and sweetness in her mouth inch by inch.

For a moment, the ambiguity in the air became stronger.

The two people on the sofa are blending together.

Breath, entanglement.

The air rose step by step in this kiss, and Jing Xiaocha felt that the air was plundered by him. Her breathing became rapid little by little. In the end, in order not to suffocate, she had to respond awkwardly under his temptation.

A low moan couldn't help but overflow from his lips.

Wen Jin held her waist tightened slightly, kissing her, and deepening, with strength and fanaticism that she could not escape.

Jing Xiaocha's brain began to blank again, his heart beat violently, and his reason was expelled inch by the hot masculinity and sensory stimulation, leaving only a trace of remaining consciousness.

"Brother Wen..."

She shouted with difficulty, but her voice was so soft that it was not like her own.

Wen Jin's kiss paused for a second in her stimulation, her deep eyes swept across her right arm, and she hugged her waist and exchanged hands that were buckled against her head.

The next second, she was put down between his legs and the sofa by him.

He bent down and covered him.

The kiss left her lips and fell hot on her neck.

Jing Xiaocha's body trembled, and his heart seemed to jump out.

"Um……"

There was another low moan. When Wen Jin's kiss came to her sensitive earlobe, Jing Xiaocha couldn't help but overflowed his lips.

A trace of remaining reason also dissipated in this strong numbness.

She felt an indescribable heat and discomfort in her body, as if she was burning by a fire, and as if she was longing for something.

If she was still rational at this moment, she would definitely know that this feeling was definitely not something she could describe in words. No description in her novel was as good as one millionth of what she really felt.

However, she no longer had any reason to think about the problem, and could only let herself fall into the tide-like sensory stimulation brought to her by the man in front of her.

She was like a leaf falling into the water, letting the waves rush to the ends of the earth...

**

In the early morning, Zhang Minghui got up very early.

He made an appointment with Zi Yi to go to the set today, and last night, Jing Xiaocha and Zhang Minghui said that she would go with him today.

She didn't go out for many days, so she wanted to go out for some breath.

Zhang Minghui knocked on the door outside Jing Xiaocha's room several times, but no one responded or opened the door.

"Did your aunt get up?"

Zhang Minghui touched his head in confusion, and when he turned around, he wanted to knock on Wen Jin's door.

But thinking that since his aunt got up, Uncle Wen, who never sleeps in, must have gotten up too.

So he ran downstairs and started shouting to the living room on the stairs, "Auntie, Uncle Wen."

No agreement.

He went down the stairs and saw Grandma Chen poking her head out of the kitchen, "Xiaohui, your aunt and Uncle Wen have not yet gotten up."

"Have you got up yet?"

Zhang Minghui blinked in surprise, "But, I knocked on my aunt's door just now, but she didn't respond."

"Maybe you haven't woken up yet, you can play for a while, and you probably will wake up in a while."

"I will be late in a while. Ziyi and I made an appointment. I will call my aunt again." After Zhang Minghui said that, he ran up to the second floor again.

Zhang Minghui hesitated at the door of Wen Jin and Jing Xiaocha for a few seconds, and a trace of cunning flashed in his eyes. He would not knock on his aunt's door this time.

I decided to call Uncle Wen and then ask Uncle Wen to call my aunt to get up.
Chapter completed!