Under the sparkling crystal lamp.

A snow-white lace skirt was lying quietly on the table, and the light fell on its body, highlighting its delicacy.

Jiang Cha Cha reached out and stroked it.

It's incredibly soft to the touch.

Moreover, the lace looks like a handiwork made many years ago, delicate and intricate, like an antique, and more of a work of art than a close-fitting nightdress.

When Jiang Chacha touched it, she couldn't help but think in her heart, is this really what she can afford to wear?

This is Wen Huaizhi who opened the door just now, and then brought it in, saying that it was the pajamas that someone had prepared for her.

I have to say that he is very caring, maybe any girl will be overwhelmed by his tenderness.

Later, she thought about it, such as the presidential suite, the highest level of luxury rooms, she wanted to treat them as gods, and the house would definitely prepare pajamas for the guests, so they didn't need to worry.

So Wen Huaizhi didn't need to prepare pajamas for her at all.

However, he prepared it, and this nightdress was full of care.

Jiang Chacha picked up this nightdress with both hands and frowned.

And on the day of the typhoon, where did he find this skirt??

This may be the mysterious power of the male protagonists in Yiyou or the president's article who are outside of science and normal logic.

Jiang Chacha felt that she complained very well about this sentence, and she hit the nail on the head!

She looked at the dress again.

Don't know why......

I don't know if it's her delusion, she always feels that this skirt is very in line with Wen Huaizhi's preferences, like the aesthetics he will have.

When you're playing with your heart, when you're dating the male protagonists, Wen Huaizhi is definitely the one that impresses you.

He has perfectionism and does not allow the slightest flaw to deviate from his ideal goal.

His perfection is reflected in every detail of him.

He will carefully choose a dress for you, high heels. Sometimes he is not satisfied, and even designs a dress for you himself.

Call him romantic, but rather morbid paranoia.

He will match you with the dress you will wear next time and on your next date, and what jewelry you will wear.

You feel like he's taking care of you, wrapped in a deep love that deepens to your bones.

But Jiang Chacha felt at that time that he was deceived by the illusion of love he had carefully designed and lost himself in it.

Because she always felt that he was not so much in love with her as a lover, but rather an extreme self, he was narcissistic, and he loved his ideal imaginary lover, and he loved himself more than himself.

The more ginger cha cha thinks, the bigger the head gets.

I just don't want to.

Cranky thinking will only make you more annoying.

She lowered her skirt first, she didn't want to take a shower yet.

She doesn't know what to do when it comes to removing makeup......

If you really can't help it, it's not impossible to wear makeup overnight. But this will arouse Wen Huaizhi's suspicions, right?

Jiang Chacha scratched her hair irritably, eager to pick a few hairs down.

Forget it, let's take it one step at a time.

Been in the bathroom for a long time.

Jiang Chacha pressed the button on the toilet and pretended that she was going to the toilet just now.

She washed her hands and walked out of the bathroom.

The toilet behind him made a loud noise when it flushed.

When I walked to the door of the living room, I saw that Huaizhi, a scholar, had already picked up a book and was reading.

She had never seen anyone better suited to glasses than he was.

Only he could wear glasses so ven and tasteful.

After a moment's hesitation, she walked over.

Outside the window, the typhoon passed, and there was all the sound outside, there was the sound of the wind rolling up heavy objects, and the sound of tree branches breaking, but all of these were covered by the sound of wind and rain, and looking out from the glass window, it was also a chaotic darkness, and the heavy rain made the night look deeper.

However, the presidential suite is brightly lit, and the retro home Shi'an, which combines China and Europe, is quiet, silently rendering a rich and extravagant atmosphere.

Jiang Cha Cha sat on the single sofa next to him.

Wen Huai stopped his pen and looked over, obviously a gentle gaze like water, but every time he looked at someone, the person being stared at would always have an unspeakable pressure in his heart.

"Why did the teacher come over and take a shower first?"

Jiang Chacha's face did not change color, and he took out some things for tutoring from his bag, "It's still early, the teacher will wash it later, now let's tutor you in English." ”

He looked at her deeply and replied briskly, "Good." ”

Ginger tea tea makes the scalp tingle when I hear it.

I really don't know how he can say every word so astringently. angry, and his voice is still soft.

She opened the book and cleared her throat.

She spoke seriously, and he raised his eyelids slightly, and listened seriously.

In the end, when he was talking about composition, Jiang Chacha found that he was distracted.

It shouldn't be.

She lifted the glasses off her face.

Wen Huaizhi, a scholar, is not only focused, but also self-control is far beyond ordinary people, a well-known pervert, he does one thing, and rarely has a time to be out of his mind.

She looked up, a question mark on her face.

Wen Huaizhi smiled, "Teacher, are you tired?" ”

Ginger Tea Tea:?

She was wary, and the devil knew what he was going to do next.

As a result, he played his cards out of the ordinary.

"I can give the teacher a day off."

Ginger Tea Tea: ???

What are you doing! Are you so good!!

Wen Huaizhi didn't know what she was thinking, in the noisy rain, his gentle voice could soothe all the anxiety in his heart, "The teacher usually teaches me English, it must be very tiring." Now it's not at home, my mother is not around, I give the teacher a day off, a day off. ”

"What does the teacher think?"

If ...... hadn't known his true nature, she would have been so moved that she would have cried by now.

Not to mention anything else, when he is in her capacity, he is really good.

Since she can rest and her salary is still paid, why shouldn't she do it?

So she smiled and agreed.

So the two of them went their own way.

Jiang Chacha picked up a notebook and read it.

Wen Huaizhi suddenly asked her, "Teacher, what are you looking at?" ”

"The teacher is reviewing his homework." She gave a pretty standard smile.

Joke! This is what she pretended.

As a miserable high school student, she is now reviewing her high school knowledge just like him.

The exam is approaching, and she has to race against the clock.

She glanced at Wen Huaizhi vigilantly, and she didn't know what kind of wonderful expression he would have on his face when he saw that the dense writing in her notebook was actually a biology note from high school.

Not long after she had been in the drawing-room, she made an excuse to go back to her bedroom, and she said goodnight to him, which was almost like she would go to bed early tonight, and tactfully suggested that he should not come to disturb her tonight.

Wen Huaizhi heard the words, his long legs were folded, he sat there, smiled warmly at her, and didn't say much.

After entering the bedroom, the first thing Jiang Chacha did was to turn around and lock it.

After locking it, she checked it several times to make sure that it was correct, and then she went to bed and sat on the bed to review to pass the time.

She also picked up the remote control and pressed it, and the dark green curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows automatically opened to both sides.

I saw a thick rain curtain again, and the sound of the rain sounded very comfortable and decompressed, but looking at the heavy rain, the more I looked at it, the more depressed it became, and Jiang Chacha simply pulled back the curtain.

But the rain seems to have become much lighter.

The master bedroom is right next to it.

Almost half an hour later, Jiang Chacha heard the sound of a shower coming from the next bedroom.

She looked at her phone.

It's only nine o'clock now, it's still early, you can wash it later.

It's just, what should she do when she removes her makeup!!

Jiang Cha Cha sat up, held the pillow in her arms, and bit her lip.

Or not, it won't be unloaded? Endure until the next morning, and then hurry up when you go back?

After making up her mind, Jiang Chacha tossed and turned on the bed again, and she couldn't feel at ease.

So she opened her phone and searched for the dangers of wearing makeup overnight in the browser.

She read the words.

Clog pores, easily induce acne, damage the skin, and accelerate skin aging......

Ginger Chacha suddenly made people feel bad.

It wasn't until half past eleven, and she hadn't taken a shower yet, and she was so entangled there.

It hadn't been a word in the next room for a long time.

So Wen Huaizhi...... I should be asleep, Jiang Cha Cha thought.

The presidential suite has everything, even makeup remover.

Jiang Chacha held the nightdress in her hand, gritted her teeth, and then walked into the bathroom, and she finally chose to remove her makeup.

Anyway, it's almost midnight, and there is a bathroom and toilet in the bedroom, if she doesn't go out of the bedroom this night, she won't see Wen Huaizhi, it should be safe.

She looked at the weather forecast.

At five o'clock in the morning, the rain would become lighter, and she only had to take a taxi out of the hotel at that time while Wen Huaizhi was still sleeping.

It should work.

Jiang Cha Cha frowned, took off her makeup, and then slowly finished taking this bath.

After drying her hair and turning the air conditioner up a bit, she went to bed.

However, she went to bed at twelve o'clock, and now it was two o'clock, and her eyes were still open.

She couldn't sleep.

Because she's so thirsty now......

She hadn't drunk water in hours, and after brushing her teeth, her throat was noticeably drier and she wanted to drink more.

But there was no water in her bedroom, the water was outside.

No, she has to hold back.

She wanted to endure sleeping, but she was so thirsty that she couldn't sleep at all......

And when you close your eyes, it's like you don't want to go to the bathroom, it backfires, and you think about it more and more.

Jiang Chacha moved and turned over again.

She tried to listen to the next room.

Wen Huaizhi's room hadn't heard any movement for several hours, and it was dead quiet.

She hesitated.

Jiang Chacha thought about it, she got up now, went outside to pour water, and walked back, it shouldn't take a minute, right?

She's out for a minute, she should be fine, right?

No, I'm so thirsty, I don't know what's going on tonight, my throat is so thirsty that it's going to smoke.

Jiang Chacha said that she would do it, and she crawled out of bed.

With the face of a very standard and complete "vice president", she gently opened the door, but did not dare to turn on the light, and by the light in her bedroom, she saw that the door of Wen Huaizhi's presidential room was closed, so she breathed a sigh of relief.

So she tiptoed and sneaked out.

She came to the living room, and with the least strength in her life, she gently picked up the cup and poured it gently.

couldn't help it, she couldn't help but secretly take a sip first.

At this time, a faint voice suddenly appeared.

"Teacher?"

It was as if a huge nail had been driven into her body, and the ginger tea man was fixed there, starting from the soles of her feet, her body was cold, and then gradually stiffened.

She experienced the sensation of a myocardial infarction for the first time.

Jiang Chacha's stiff neck moved, and he turned his face slightly.

On the open-air balcony, the figure of a man was evidently moving, and in the cold moonlight, his long shadow fell on the living room, and then on the floor at her feet.

Wen Huaizhi was standing on the balcony smoking at this time, and when he saw her, he was slightly stunned, the cigarette that was glowing with stars and flames was taken away from his mouth, his wrist fell slightly beside him, and his bony fingers pinched the cigarette, pinching it loosely, indescribably loose.

His gentle gaze fell on hers.

There were no lights in the living room, and the only light source that illuminated his vision was the moon above his head.

In fact, in the middle of the night, the typhoon deviated from the established line again, and the rain had stopped.

Not only did the rain stop, but a faint moon rose under the thick dark clouds.

But the moonlight is faint, and it is not expected to shine much brightly.

Most of the living room is darkened, and the closer you get to the living room, the clearer the outline becomes.

Even so, he could see a woman standing at the bar, who was his English tutor.

She now had her back to him, holding a glass that reflected the moonlight, and the light made her fingers thinner and more fragile.

Her long pure black hair was hanging softly behind her back, revealing a fragrant and cold white shoulder, and the thin straps of the nightdress fell on it, as if they would break when pinched, making it more and more fragile.

The white lace nightdress is slim, unexpectedly, it is very consistent with her body curve, the soft nightdress is close to her body, the skirt is very short, and the skirt reaches the thighs. The roots fell down obediently.

He saw her beautiful, slender legs, and her tiny ankles.

The moonlight through the balcony glass just fell on her legs, and after adding the filter of pure desire, it was as beautiful as an oil painting, and people couldn't help but breathe slightly.

And her lace skirt was illuminated by the moonlight, rippling with a mermaid's scale-like luster, so light that it seemed to take people into dreams.

The humid water vapor brought by the typhoon has not yet dissipated.

The world was wet, sparkling with the moonlight, and her shoulders, suspenders, and lace nightdresses seemed to be covered with a layer of pearlescent light under the foggy moonlight.

Wen Huaizhi smiled, the peach blossom eyes narrowed out a line, and the folds of the Tao were a little affectionate, and the eyes that were originally as black as ink deepened.

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