Jing Xiaocha had a long dream.
She dread of kissing Wen Jin. Wen Jin’s lips were warm and soft, with a faint fresh scent.
And she smiled in satisfaction.
However, the scene shifted, and she dread of her mom, Zhang Jinlei, and his wife Wang Huanhuan.
They wanted to take Little Hui away, saying she was capable now and should buy them a house and find jobs for the couple...
Jing Xiaocha woke up startled, sitting up from the hospital bed.
What t her eyes was a sea of white.
Her brain went blank for a mont, and blinking her bewildered eyes, she looked around the room, finally realizing she was in a hospital ward.
Her head was dizzy and uncomfortable.
Her body also felt particularly uncomfortable. Jing Xiaocha raised her hand and rubbed her eyes. When she looked again, she almost scread in surprise.
The red rash covering the back of her hand left her wide-eyed in shock, her mouth slightly open.
At this mont, the ward door opened, and Wen Ran ca in carrying breakfast.
Seeing Jing Xiaocha sitting on the bed, she smiled and spoke, "Xiaocha, you’re awake. Do you feel any better? You’re having a reaction to alcohol and broke out in a lot of rashes. The doctor said they’ll go down in a couple of days, but before that, they might itch."
Jing Xiaocha blinked a few tis, gradually regaining awareness with Wen Ran’s voice.
She looked at Wen Ran’s smiling face, trying hard to recall the previous night’s mories.
She rembered Jin Zheyu invited her to dinner.
Later, Jin Zheyu wanted to drink, so he had the waiter bring high-proof liquor.
Seeing that liquor, she inexplicably thought of that night when Wen Jin got drunk and she sent him ho, offering her first kiss, only for Wen Jin to call Sister Wen’s na.
Her heart ached terribly.
She leaned forward, grabbed the liquor, gulped it down, and had another glass, then everything beca a dizzy blur, feeling particularly unwell...
Wen Ran ca to the bedside, placed the thermal lunchbox on the small table, and saw Jing Xiaocha pressing a hand to her temple as if in thought.
She chuckled softly, "You got drunk last night; did you forget how you got to the hospital?"
"Sister Wen, was it you who brought here?"
Jing Xiaocha asked blankly, lightly furrowing her eyebrows, "I rember having dinner with Classmate Jin, then drinking two glasses. After that, I don’t recall anything."
"Why do you think I brought you here?"
Wen Ran sat on the edge of the bed, took her hand to examine, "It’s a bit better than last night. The red marks on your neck from scratching yourself are scarier than the rashes."
"Because you ca to the hospital early with breakfast for . Was it Classmate Jin who brought ? My allergy to liquor, did it scare you all?"
By the end, Jing Xiaocha’s voice grew smaller, with a hint of self-reproach.
"It wasn’t or Jin Zheyu who brought you. It was my brother and Yi Han. They happened to be at that restaurant when they saw Jin Zheyu helping you into the car. When they discovered you were drunk and having a reaction, they brought you to the hospital."
Surprise flashed in Jing Xiaocha’s eyes.
Her clear eyes widened again, and last night’s dream drifted into her mind.
She suddenly felt guilty, lowering her head to avoid Wen Ran’s eyes, "Sister Wen, did you say it was Brother Wen who brought ?"
Wen Ran nodded gently, "Yes, but your Brother Wen seed very angry, saying you knew about your allergy to liquor yet got yourself drunk. After he brought you to the hospital, he stayed with you here, even canceling his date with Yi Han."
"..."
Jing Xiaocha raised her head, looking at Wen Ran with complex emotions.
"Later, Xiaoxiao, An Lin, and I ca to the hospital, telling him to go eat, which he finally did."
"After I got drunk, did I say or do sothing to make Brother Wen angry?"
Jing Xiaocha’s voice stamred slightly.
She involuntarily closed her eyes. That dream, it really was just a dream, right?
Please don’t let it be a result of her drunken actions.
If it truly was, she might as well just run headfirst into a wall.
How could she have willingly kissed Brother Wen again?
The sensation from the dream felt so real.
Wen Ran stared at her in bewildernt, "Do you think you might have done or said sothing to make him angry? I honestly don’t know. You’d have to ask your Brother Wen."
Speaking of Cao Cao, and here he cos.
The ward door was pushed open again, and in ca Wen Jin and Ou Yihan.
"Xiaocha’s awake. Ranran got here even earlier than us."
Ou Yihan saw Wen Ran and Jing Xiaocha in the ward, a gentle smile on her face as she spoke, glancing at Wen Jin.
Wen Jin’s gaze slightly shifted when he t Jing Xiaocha’s guilty eyes.
His lips curved into a gentle smile, "Ranran, why did you co so early? Mo Xiuchen didn’t co with you?"
"He was supposed to co with , but I didn’t let him."
Jing Xiaocha bit her lip, hesitantly speaking, "Brother Wen, I heard from Sister Wen that you brought to the hospital last night. I don’t rember anything and heard I interrupted your date with Sister Ou. I’m sorry."
When she apologized, Jing Xiaocha, full of self-reproach, joined her hands together and bowed to Wen Jin and Ou Yihan.
Ou Yihan shot her a playful glare before coming to the bedside, "What’s there to apologize for? Just don’t scare us next ti. Don’t carelessly drink if you’re allergic to alcohol. Look at your hands; they’re still covered in rashes."
"I know I was wrong."
Jing Xiaocha looked pitiful, readily admitting her mistake without hesitation.
Wen Jin pressed his lips together, his gaze brushing past Wen Ran.
Wen Ran promptly distanced herself, "I didn’t teach Xiaocha that."
"You didn’t teach her, but her willingness to admit her mistake and then repeat it is quite like how you were as a child."
Wen Jin casually pointed out.
Jing Xiaocha’s eyes flickered, and she quickly raised her hand to promise, "Brother Wen, I promise not to touch a drop of liquor again and not to interrupt your dates with Sister Ou."
"Such poor tolerance, you really shouldn’t drink."
Wen Jin gave her a cold glance, recalling her antics last night, his gaze changing again.
If it had been Jin Zheyu who brought her to the hospital, would she have acted the sa...
Thinking of this, his handso brows furrowed slightly, his eyes inadvertently landing on Jing Xiaocha’s pale pink lips, sothing flashed through his mind, but he forcibly ignored it.
Jing Xiaocha thought of the scene in her dream, vehently denying it, "How do I have bad tolerance? When I get drunk, I should sleep quietly and not be a bother. Brother Wen, even if you brought to the hospital last night, you can’t just charge with a baseless cri."
"..."
I’m accusing you falsely; do you not rember anything you did last night?
Wen Jin’s gaze deepened as he looked at Jing Xiaocha.
Jing Xiaocha imdiately read the inquiry in his eyes, "I only rember having two glasses of wine last night. After that, I don’t rember anything. My head is still spinning. Alcohol is really not a good thing."
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