Time paused for a moment.

In the dimly lit car, Wen Jin and Jing Xiaocha’s faces were close together.

Both pairs of eyes were gazing at each other, one with a deep gaze, the other with eyes misty and aggrieved.

"Soft."

Jing Xiaocha instinctively stuck out her tongue and licked, a joyful smile spreading at the corner of her mouth.

Wen Jin’s breath halted for a moment.

The touch of her tongue on the corner of his lips, as soft and sweet as cotton candy, brought about an indescribable softness...

It was a feeling he had never experienced before.

At this moment.

The scent lingering beneath his nose all came from the girl in front of him. Despite the strong smell of alcohol, it couldn’t conceal the girl’s delicate fragrance.

Wen Jin was momentarily stunned.

The drunken Jing Xiaocha was like a mischievous child, tasting something delicious from this world.

Her tongue greedily licked his lips, the warm, soft touch directly drilling between his lips.

She wanted to further savor that soft, warm taste.

The feeling that brought her joy seemed to lessen her discomfort.

Clearly a soft little tongue like cotton candy, yet it had an irresistible strength, forcing its way through a seam in his lips in Wen Jin’s moment of shock, gently squeezing in.

"Mmm..."

This feeling was too pleasurable.

Jing Xiaocha let out a soft moan amidst her drunkenness.

Her slender body instinctively leaned forward, wanting to taste more deliciousness.

Wen Jin’s heart trembled, and he finally sobered up.

His large hand quickly clasped her slender waist, trying to separate the two.

His handsome face turned to the side, avoiding Jing Xiaocha’s kiss.

"Xiaocha."

He called out in a low, preventing voice.

Outside the car window, Jin Zheyu had already left when he got into the car.

Inside the car, the atmosphere, due to that kiss, had birthed threads of ambiguity, making the air even thinner.

Jing Xiaocha stared blankly at Wen Jin’s moist lips, lightly licking her tongue, "Brother Wen... your lips are soft, so tasty."

Wen Jin’s face was full of black lines.

"Brother Wen, I want more."

Jing Xiaocha’s eyes were filled with a hazy smile, like rippling water, captivating and charming.

Wen Jin frowned, his hands preventing her from forcibly kissing him, "Sit properly, I’ll take you to the hospital."

"Brother Wen, you’re so stingy."

Jing Xiaocha pouted angrily, unable to resist looking at his lips.

Her expression was truly pitiful.

Wen Jin ignored a certain emotion sweeping through his heart and struggled to fasten her seatbelt, finally settling her into the passenger seat.

The phone’s ringtone rang here, and he remembered that Ou Yihan had arranged to have dinner with him tonight.

She had driven from the hospital, so he didn’t pick her up, just came here to meet her.

Looking at the drunken and uncomfortable Jing Xiaocha in the passenger seat.

Thinking again of the kiss earlier, his eyes darkened slightly, and his slender fingers gently pressed the answer button.

"Hey, Ah Jin, why haven’t you arrived yet? Is there traffic on the road?"

Ou Yihan’s way of addressing Wen Jin had changed at some point.

She used to call him Wen Jin, now she called him Ah Jin.

Wen Jin spoke plainly, "Yi Han, something urgent came up, and I won’t be able to have dinner with you, I’m sorry. I’ll call you later."

Although Jing Xiaocha was squirming uncomfortably, she remained quiet at the moment without making a sound.

Wen Jin found a brief excuse, ignored Ou Yihan, and directly hung up the phone.

Fastened the seatbelt, skillfully started the engine, and the car drove out of the parking lot.

In the passenger seat, a rash had appeared on Jing Xiaocha’s neck.

There were also red scratches from her scratching, clearly visible even in the dim light.

He hesitated, took out an ointment, and handed it to her, saying warmly, "Apply this ointment to the itchy places, we’ll be at the hospital soon."

Jing Xiaocha took the ointment, stared at it foolishly for a few seconds, and then opened it.

Just when Wen Jin thought she would obediently apply the ointment where it itched, he didn’t expect Jing Xiaocha to directly put the ointment towards her mouth.

He was startled, his face changed drastically, and he freed a hand to snatch it back before she could ingest it.

"This is medicine, not food."

He suppressed his anger, scolding Jing Xiaocha.

He never knew that a drunken Jing Xiaocha was so troublesome.

The ointment was snatched from her hand, and she immediately pounced on him to grab it back, "Give me, I want to eat it."

"What are you eating? This medicine will be fatal if ingested."

Wen Jin’s voice deepened a notch, and his facial features were tinged with anger.

Jing Xiaocha smiled, "Brother Wen gave it to me, give it back."

As she said, regardless of Wen Jin’s driving, she pounced to grab the ointment back.

Wen Jin had no choice but to steer the car to the roadside.

Even though Jing Xiaocha was wearing a seatbelt, half of her body was practically hanging onto him, and seeing no ointment in his hand, she reached over him, saying, "Give the ointment back to me."

Wen Jin frowned with a headache, "Stay put, I’ll give you the ointment."

"Okay."

Jing Xiaocha quietly stared at him with hazy eyes.

The one who was scrambling for the ointment a moment ago turned into a well-behaved child.

Seeing her calm down, Wen Jin changed his mind, coaxing softly, "Wait a few more minutes, when we arrive, I’ll give you the ointment."

"No, that’s from Brother Wen, you can’t take it away."

Jing Xiaocha instantly protested, shouting.

Her hands once again moved over him, "Where did you hide it? You’re a bad person."

"The ointment is here, but it’s not for eating, it’s for applying to the skin."

Wen Jin helplessly took out the ointment, shaking it in front of Jing Xiaocha.

"Brother Wen doesn’t want me anymore, all I have left is the ointment."

Jing Xiaocha grabbed the ointment, releasing Wen Jin, sitting up straight, looking down at the ointment sadly.

The sentence ’Brother Wen doesn’t want me anymore’ struck Wen Jin, inexplicably tight in his heart.

He narrowed his eyes, looking at Jing Xiaocha.

She bowed her head, yet her brow and eyes could not hide her sorrow, "Brother Wen is getting married soon, I should be happy for him... Senior, come, let’s toast."

Foolishly staring at the ointment, Jing Xiaocha continued rambling.

Wen Jin’s brows lightly furrowed, he never said he was getting married.

"Senior, do you know? I really like Brother Wen, really, really like him..."

In the quiet car, Jing Xiaocha’s voice sounded sad and clearly reached Wen Jin’s ears.

She had no idea he was sitting beside her, just that she felt miserable.

"I never knew what liking someone meant before, but now I do, I like Brother Wen, I love him, love him so much that even if I degrade myself into the dust, I can make flowers bloom with tears of blood."

Something flickered in Wen Jin’s eyes, and he started the car back on the road.

Long after.

Wen Jin still remembered the words Jing Xiaocha said the night she got drunk: that she loved him so much that even if she humbled herself into the dust, she could make flowers bloom with tears of blood.