If I hadn't known him for my true nature, I might have been deceived by his gentlemanly appearance.

Jiang Cha Cha squatted there, thinking about something.

Wen Huaizhi was patient, his hand spread out, stretched out in front of her, under the street lamp, his slender fingers like a beam of warm white moonlight, as if she just put her hand up, another different fairy tale will happen.

He squinted and smiled, as if he knew that she had finally taken the bait, begging him like a kitten.

Jiang Chacha stared at him, and finally planned to fulfill his wishes.

She deliberately lowered her voice, and her voice was soft, "Then you can help me, okay?"

Perhaps no man can refuse this "good or not".

Not a strong request, just the right amount of softness, Like a tsundere cat, you can't help but lower your head and rub your hand.

No matter how hard the heart is, it will be melted a little bit.

He got what he wanted, and the fox's eyes picked upwards with the ground.

The high heels in Jiang Chacha's hand were taken away by him.

Her hand suddenly became empty, and before she could react, the person was instantly weightless.

The man was picked up.

He was wearing a white shirt and black pants, and his figure clearly looked tall, thin and tall. But it didn't take much effort for him to pick her up, and when she was picked up, she suddenly felt as light as a feather.

He suddenly hugged her princess, like in a dream, and she was unprepared.

Weightless, she fluttered her eyelashes, and in a panic she hooked her hand around his neck, and the bag she was carrying in her right hand fell first on his shoulder, and then slid down onto his shirt, fitting closely to the fabric of his shirt.

The back pressed against his arm, She suddenly found that although he looked thin, the arm under the shirt was not weak at all, the strong muscles wrapped the bones, and the green tendons with a sense of juvenile strength easily poked the girl's point, full of security.

What didn't match his powerful body was his face.

His bones are ascetic and restrained. The gold-wire glasses were framed on the bridge of his superior nose, and when he squinted and smiled, Sven with the scent of books, the smile on his lips was like a gentle knife, killing people invisibly, and also smeared with frosting.

If it's really hurtful.

Unlike other people's, the quick knife cuts through the mess, and the pain is really painful, and the blood is all over the ground for a while, but after surviving the most painful level, it will gradually become paralyzed.

But his gentle knife is different.

When he hurts you, he doesn't cut it off, but grinds it carefully at the wound, and he takes a lot of painstaking pain.

Every time you add a new wound that is not scabbed, it is repeated over and over again, although it is not painful, but it is like taking medicine, slowly and delicately penetrating into the bone marrow, and with the passage of time, like a fracture after many years of healing, occasionally encounter a rainy day in late autumn, in the dead of night, the former wound begins to run over like a needle, and then it attacks finely and densely.

Every time I remember it, it is every cell of the body that is organized, and even the soul resonates and sorrows.

This may be a high-ranking man.

Tsk, when he matures and plays with his ascetic temperament, then, what girl can resist a man like him?

Then he can't harvest the hearts of a large number of girls, and then let them cry for him?

She ginger tea tea, can't be provoked.

Can't you provoke it, can't you run away?

He is proud of himself, so naturally he will not stage the plot of "she escapes, he chases, and she can't escape" in the bloody romance.

He held her steadily, as if he couldn't feel the weight, there was no pressure on his face at all, and he walked steadily.

The bodies were ambiguously close, it was already hot, the body temperature of the two was added together, the dull temperature around them seemed to be rising step by step, and the factors in the air were agitated.

As if sensing her gaze, his long, gentle eyes under his glasses turned sideways to look at her.

He had a street lamp behind him, and he seemed to have a light draped over his shoulders.

Leaning close to the streetlight, her slightly widened eyes could see the dust that danced gently in the air in the dim light, as if glowing, and fell on his hair stubble and shoulders.

He looked at her with a shallow, empty smile in his eyes. The detached lips lightly outlined a not without regret, and soon, he said gently and politely: "I'm sorry, I was abrupt." ”

"I didn't ask the teacher's opinion, so I hugged the teacher privately."

"Now ......" Through the ambiguous light, his warm gaze stopped on her face, and asked with a smile, "Can I continue to hug the teacher?" ”

I wanted to post it together at night.,But this chapter has a good atmosphere.,I couldn't help but send it first.。

Suddenly, the next one wants to write a high-level male master.,Set up a flag first.,Do you have anything you want to see?

(End of chapter)