The imagination of ginger tea tea is very rich.

She began to lust.

She imagined that if she turned her head with the face of the "vice president", maybe Wen Huaizhi would scream, and then raised her orchid and pointed at her, shouting, "How could it be you!" Then he gritted his teeth in anger.

Tsk, that picture is so beautiful, so beautiful that it is spicy eyes.

That's right, Wen Huaizhi's image in her heart is a dead eunuch with a weird yin and yang.

In reality, Wen Huaizhi was holding a cigarette in his hand and was standing elegantly on the balcony.

Jiang Cha Cha could feel his gentle and dangerous gaze falling on her.

She stiffened.

Wen Huaizhi looked at her legs, and when he saw that she didn't speak, he read again.

"Teacher?"

It's just that this one sounds more hoarse.

In the night, everything fell into a bleak dark blue, and the world was silent except for the sound of water droplets, except for the scarlet light of the cigarette between his fingers.

His fingers moved, and the pale white smoke fluttered gently with his fingers.

Jiang Chacha didn't dare to turn back, she couldn't wait to pull her legs now, and immediately ran back to her bedroom, and then slammed the door shut, locked it, and did it in one go.

But she didn't dare to say that, it was a bit weird, smacking, and maybe suspicious.

Ahhhhh

In just a few minutes, Jiang Chacha's mind complained a lot.

Her stiff hand holding the cup froze, then calmly lifted it up and took another sip of water.

Then she turned her face slightly, her long black hair clinging to her face, and the little face she showed in the night was also blurry, and she could only see a stunning cold white skin.

She had her back to him.

"I was a little thirsty in the middle of the night, so I got up and drank some water."

"Why is Xiaohuai still staying up late."

Wen Huaizhi lowered his eyes, and when he saw that she finished speaking, he turned his back to him again, and naturally took another sip of water.

After drinking, Jiang Chacha bent down again, gently poured himself a glass of water, and then continued to say gently: "It's not good to stay up late, Xiaohuai went to bed early, and the teacher was sleepy, so he went back to sleep first." ”

When she spoke, she turned her back to him, and did not turn her head to show her face.

Is it because she took off her makeup and didn't want him to see her without makeup?

Wen Huaizhi's eyes looked at her quietly, in the dark night, his pupils seemed to be even darker, and finally he hooked his lips and smiled, "Okay." ”

Didn't respond again.

With that, she turned her back to him, yawned long like a cat, and walked away.

The white sundress makes her more slender, and the birds are like a paper man.

She walked very slowly, her beautiful bare feet on the floor, and as she walked, in the faint moonlight, the lace skirt swayed gently, slightly covering the snow-white thighs, and the delicate jade skin seemed to exude a cold fragrance.

He couldn't take his eyes off it.

Wen Huaizhi still maintained her original movements, watching her figure be engulfed by the black in the living room, and watching the light lace skirt disappear around the corner.

He pinched his cigarette fingers and moved.

Then, he raised his hand slightly and took a nonchalantly sip.

The smoke stayed in his lungs for a moment, then passed through his throat, and slowly spit out of his mouth, and in an instant, the pale white smoke hazy his eyebrows and eyes, creating a cold and alienated smoke screen, with a demagogic tenderness in his eyes.

Finally, he lowered his hand again, his wrist slightly dropped, and his dry fingertips rubbed the cigarette.

He had a curious point.

His character in front of her has always been a well-behaved student.

The smell of smoke in the air, his teacher must have smelled it. And she knew that he smoked, but she didn't say a word, and as a teacher, she didn't criticize him, let alone be surprised.

The pale white smoke cleared, revealing the superior clarity of the eyebrows below.

His eyes went out with the smoke, and they were a pair of eyes with a lot of stories.

That's why, teacher.