Han Jian swiped the card in, reached out to turn on the light, and went to turn on the air conditioner first after putting down the milk tea on the table. But Leng Xianglan flinched at the door: Isn't it good for her to enter his room like this?

Han Jian put down the remote control and looked back at the girl who was still standing at the door with a smile: "What, are you afraid that I will eat you?" ”

Every time the girl was excited, as long as he took the words, her courage rose up, pulled the bag strap that slipped to the side, and then stretched out her foot and stepped in: "Who is afraid." ”

A standard single room, clean and tidy, with some books and papers on the table opposite the bed, and a laptop computer. She put the milk tea in her hand next to his cup of milk tea, picked up the paper on the table, and asked, "Can I read it?" ”

Han Jian turned on the floor lamp next to him, and the skin on the young man's face under the lamp was glowing white, and his skin was in excellent condition, as if it had been treated with soft light. He smiled at her, "Yes." ”

Leng Xianglan really picked it up unceremoniously, she opened it casually, and saw that there were some annotations written by himself on it, the font was like a line letter, but it was a little more sloppy than the line card, and it was not too much, in short, it was very good-looking.

Han Jian caught a glimpse of her still carrying her bag, so he approached her and helped her lift it up smoothly and naturally, saying, "Take the bag off first, you sit and watch." ”

"Oh." As she responded, she naturally lowered her hand and asked him to help him take it off.

Neither of them noticed that this series of movements was tacit and smooth.

He set up her backpack, then took a stool from the windowsill and sat down next to her to turn on the computer. In the ten or twenty seconds of waiting for the computer to turn on, Han Jian suddenly had a feeling that time was quiet.

He turned his head to look at her, the bridge of his nose was high, his eyelashes were dense and slightly curled, a few strands of broken hair by his ears had a slightly curved curvature, and the jawline was obvious, making the curvature of her side line appear more three-dimensional and beautiful.

The admiring girl was lying on a stool, flipping through the manuscript he had written, attentive and serious.

Leng Xianglan flipped through the content was actually more casual, most of her attention was on Han Jian's writing, she flipped through a page, and then picked up the milk tea at hand and sent it to her mouth.

"That ......" By the time Han Jian spoke, the girl had already taken a sip, and then looked at him curiously.

The smile on Han Jian's face seemed to be nothing, and he pointed to the milk tea in her hand. Leng Xianglan glanced down at it, only to find that there was still two-thirds of his cup of milk tea in his hand, and then glanced at the table again, the cup of milk tea that was only one-third of it seemed to be showing a wicked smile to her, and the girl blushed.

"I didn't pay attention." The milk tea in her hand was originally just warm, but now she felt very hot, and she stammered and asked, "I drank your ...... Then you...... Still...... Still drinking? ”

Han Jian watched her hold his cup of milk tea tightly with one hand like a food guard, he was silent for two seconds, and asked, "Then will you give me a drink?" ”

Leng Xianglan hurriedly stuffed the milk tea into his hand again, and then remembered in hindsight, is this equivalent to her kissing him indirectly again? Thinking of this, she blushed uncontrollably again. The hum of the air conditioner indicated that the air conditioner was always running, but she still sweated profusely.

She coughed unnaturally, the paper in her hand crumpled with nervousness.

When Han Jian withdrew his gaze from her face, the roots of his ears were also slightly hot. He seems to have overestimated his self-control, and at the same time underestimated her influence in front of him.

Han Jian looked at her red face, the Adam's apple rolled a few times, his heart moved, and he gently put the milk tea in his hand back on the table, and he heard his low and beautiful voice suddenly dumb for two minutes, and shouted: "Leng Xianglan." ”

Leng Xianglan was startled by his hoarse voice, her ears seemed to be burned, and the burning sensation burned out from the inside of her body at once, swallowing her reason little by little: "What, what's wrong?" ”。

"I wanted to take my time, but now, I suddenly want to break the rules."