Jing Xiaocha looked at Wen Jin in surprise.
She seemed especially taken aback by his actions.
That was the milk she had drunk, and Wen Jin not only didn't mind, but where he drank, just so happened to be the spot she had just drunk from.
Does this count as an indirect kiss?
Thinking of this, she felt her cheeks flush and subconsciously looked away. She silently scolded herself for overthinking.
After Wen Jin finished the remaining half glass of milk, he placed the cup on the small table by the bed and then asked Jing Xiaocha, "Have you finished writing?"
"I've finished."
"Have you corrected the typos?"
"Uh, not yet, I was about to correct the typos, but I forgot when I started reading the comments." Jing Xiaocha touched her forehead embarrassedly.
"Take a break, I'll help you correct the typos." Wen Jin said as he reached for the laptop.
"No, no need, Brother Wen, I'll correct them myself."
As soon as he offered to help correct the typos, Jing Xiaocha panicked.
