"What did I do?"
Jing Xiaocha blinked blankly, as if sensing the unusual fluctuation in Wen Jin's eyes, her heart inexplicably skipped a beat.
Some image leapt into her mind.
She frowned instinctively, could it be that the dream that night wasn't actually a dream.
No, impossible.
Jing Xiaocha quickly dismissed the thought.
Wen Jin noted the changes in her expression, and with a quiet exhale, he said, "That night, you forcefully kissed me."
As his words came out, Jing Xiaocha's eyes widened in shock.
She stared at him in disbelief, how could it be.
"Brother Wen..."
Jing Xiaocha's mind was in a mess.
So it turns out that night wasn't a dream, no wonder it felt so real, she could still clearly recall the warmth on her lips when she woke up.
"Remember it now?"
As he spoke, Wen Jin clasped her left arm with one hand, giving a gentle tug.
As Jing Xiaocha tried hard to recall, she toppled onto him.
