Jing Xiaocha felt that Wen Jin was doing it on purpose.
His pace was very slow.
Very slow, no, it was too slow.
If it had been any other man folding a girl's underwear and clothes so slowly, Jing Xiaocha would definitely find it creepy.
But since it was Wen Jin, somehow everything felt different.
She stared wide-eyed at his leisurely movements of folding clothes, seemingly each motion so graceful, even focused.
After a long ten or so minutes passed, Wen Jin had sorted all her clothes and packed them into the bag.
As Jing Xiaocha saw him stand up, realizing his next step was to organize the drawers, she instinctively flipped out of bed without thinking.
Watching her flustered demeanor, Wen Jin found it amusing yet puzzling, "Don't rush like that, be careful not to fall."
"I'll organize the drawers myself."
Her brain had a brief moment of a short circuit earlier, so she forgot there were things in the drawer she didn't want Wen Jin to see.
