Chapter 2124 A Good Time for Two People

Jing Xiaocha leaned in Wen Jin's arms, her breath filled with the faint fragrance of mint and the masculine scent of men.

Her brain began to feel groggy, and even her thinking ability seemed to be reduced.

So much so that she didn't hear Wen Jin's words at all.

Wen Jin waited for two seconds, but did not hear her answer. He looked down at her in confusion. Seeing that she seemed to be in a trance, his eyes moved slightly.

"Xiaocha?"

Called softly again.

Maybe she was too close this time. His warm breath blew on her face as he spoke, bringing Jing Xiaocha back from her wandering thoughts.

Blinking his eyes blankly, "Brother Wen, what did you say?"

"Why are you distracted?"

Wen Jin looked at her without answering and thought her silly look on her face was cute.

Jing Xiaocha's hidden smile made it impossible to say that she was thinking of him just now, "I wasn't."

"Nothing. Didn't you take a few minutes' break in the past hour?"

Wen Jin repeated the question he just asked.

Jing Xiaocha's eyes flashed, as if she was afraid that Wen Jin would blame her, and immediately explained, "I speak very slowly, and I don't need to rest in the middle."

"How slow?"

Wen Jin frowned slightly, thinking to himself that it seemed that he couldn't give her an hour in the future.

Jing Xiaocha was embarrassed to express his speed, "In this hour, I only spoke two thousand words."

"It was two thousand an hour at the beginning. It's not slow anymore. Have you corrected the typo?"

Wen Jin turned his head and glanced at the notebook on the small table.

He continued to look at Jing Xiaocha.

Jing Xiaocha shook his head, "There is no modification. If I correct the typos at the same time, the speed will definitely become a thousand per hour."

Wen Jin chuckled, and the corners of his lips slightly raised as he was finally obedient to her, "I'll help you revise it later."

"Brother Wen, I don't need your help. I'll correct it myself later. You can't understand those typos."

Jing Xiaocha quickly refused.

Wen Jin ignored her refusal, changed the subject and asked, "Are your legs still numb?"

Jing Xiaocha pursed her lips and gently tried to move her legs, but immediately frowned again.

"Don't move if you're still numb, wait a little longer." Seeing this, Wen Jin stopped him.

"..."

Jing Xiaocha frowned, and after two seconds, she gently moved her leg. Although it was uncomfortable, she tried her best to endure it, and slowly lay down with Wen Jin's help.

"Do you need to put the headboard down?"

Wen Jin asked gently after covering her with a quilt.

"Need not."

Wen Jin then sat back in the chair, took her notebook, and carefully corrected the typos for her.

Jing Xiaocha knew that nothing she could say could stop Wen Jin, and she could only watch quietly as he read her manuscript word by word and corrected typos.

Soft light filled every corner of the ward, reflecting Jing Xiaocha's delicate eyebrows on the hospital bed and Wen Jin's handsome eyebrows in the chair.

The atmosphere is warm and peaceful, with a sense of quiet beauty over time.

Wen Jin looked carefully.

Jing Xiaocha only tried a few sentences just now, so it would be easier for him to change them.

But now, Jing Xiaocha has spoken 2,000 words, and some of the typos are not homophones, but recognition errors, resulting in the entire sentence being incoherent.

He had to read the two sentences together before he could guess what the misspelled word was, and the speed was relatively slow.

But from beginning to end, Wen Jin didn't show any impatience, and always had a gentle expression on his brows. From the lines of Jing Xiaocha's novel, it seemed that her shadow could be vaguely seen.

Especially the heroine’s character.

Wen Jin, who had never read novels before, became interested in Jing Xiaocha's novels and wanted to read all the novels written by her.

Time passed minute by minute as he looked at the laptop screen and Jing Xiaocha looked at him. When Wen Jin raised his head, it was already twenty minutes later.

After bowing his head for too long, his neck felt a little uncomfortable. He gently twisted his neck. Jing Xiaocha, who was on the hospital bed, asked with concern, "Brother Wen, is your neck sore?"

"It doesn't matter." Wen Ran smiled slightly and said gently, "I have corrected the typos for you. Do you want to update it to the website now?"

"Brother Wen, I have some manuscripts saved before. I have just scheduled them for the past two days. I will transfer this chapter to the background and save it later."

"good."

Wen Jin responded softly, lowered his head again, and worked on his notebook.

A trace of doubt flashed in Jing Xiaocha's eyes when she saw him opening the website of her favorites, entering the backstage, raising his head and asking her for the password with his eyes.

Her eyes flickered, "Brother Wen, give me your notebook."

"Tell me the password."

Wen Jin had no intention of giving her a notebook. The injury on her arm would not heal in a short time. One hour of voice coding every day was already his bottom line.

He decided to do the rest for her.

So he asked her to tell him the password.

However, Jing Xiaocha was unwilling to tell him, "Are you afraid that I will see your backstage, or are you afraid that I will see how much royalties you earn?"

The corner of Wen Jin's mouth curled up with interest, and he looked at Jing Xiaocha with a smile.

"no."

Jing Xiaocha raised her uninjured left hand to brush a strand of hair from her forehead, hesitated for a few seconds, and spoke her password unnaturally.

Three letters plus a number.

Wen Jin's heart moved slightly when he heard the password she said.

A glimmer of light flashed across her eyes. It turned out that she didn't want to say it because the password was his birthday, and the two letters also used the pinyin of his last name.

The heartstrings seemed to have been lightly touched, and an unspeakable emotion spread.

Wen Jin looked deeply at Jing Xiaocha, who looked unnatural. She did not look at him, but looked down at the quilt.

After staring at her for a few seconds, Wen Jin skillfully entered the password and entered her writer's backend. After browsing briefly, she found out how to operate.

She saved the chapter she just wrote in her draft box, and sure enough, there were already two days of scheduled chapters in it.

Wen Jin browsed the backend again and clicked on each function, "How many words do you update every day?"

Jing Xiaocha was a little embarrassed at first, afraid that Wen Jin would ask her why she used his birthday as the password.

She was thinking about how she should answer if he asked. Unexpectedly, Wen Jin didn't ask. She blinked blankly and immediately answered that he updated four thousand words every day.

Wen Jin pondered for a while and then said, "You have two days to save the manuscript. If you speed up, four thousand words a day will not be a problem. If you really can't, then just take two days off on the weekend. Or you can just take a month off and wait until your arm heals." I’ll update after my injury heals.”

"Brother Wen, I don't want to ask for leave. I can write four thousand words a day."

Jing Xiaocha said softly that from the day she wrote the article, she would feel like something was missing if she didn't update it for a day. She had to finish it before she could rest peacefully.

"Then we'll see how things go in two days."

Wen Jin knew that she really loved writing novels, so he gave in again.