Jing Xiaocha leaned against Wen Jin's arms, surrounded by a faint mint scent and a masculine aura.
Her mind began to feel drowsy, and even her ability to think seemed to diminish.
As a result, she didn't hear Wen Jin's words at all.
Wen Jin waited for two seconds without hearing her response, and curiously looked down at her, noticing that she seemed lost in thought, not knowing what she was pondering. His gaze flickered slightly.
"Xiaocha?"
He softly called out once more.
This time, perhaps because they were too close, his warm breath sprayed onto her cheeks as he spoke, pulling Jing Xiaocha's wandering thoughts back.
Blinking her eyes blankly, "Brother Wen, what did you say?"
"What are you daydreaming about?"
Wen Jin answered her question with a question, finding her dazed look very cute.
Jing Xiaocha disguised with a smile, could she possibly say that she was just thinking about him, "Nothing."
