She was his tutor and he was her student for a short time.

In her clumsy and hard-working tutoring time pretending to be an adult, she tried not to show a single flaw.

And when he was her student, he also behaved very educated, gentle and polite, and the son-in-law demeanor of a famous family was well shown in him, and the gentle elegance was best interpreted in him.

In his study, there is a window.

She likes to stand next to this window and see a whole sea of flowers from the outside.

It is said that Mr. Wen set aside a flower field to please Mrs. Wen, specializing in planting rose varieties imported from abroad.

When the wind blows in, the scent of flowers floats in it.

Jiang Chacha had saved up his pocket money for a long time and drew a rare SSR card from him, with the sea of roses outside his villa in the background.

And he stood in the middle of this sea of flowers. He wore a white shirt, and his pure white collar and corners were flying with the wind.

His black hair was blowing in front of his eyes, and he was holding a bouquet of roses in his arms.

In the whistling summer wind, he raised his bony fingers to support the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and the eyes under the narrow-rimmed glasses narrowed gently, and the gentleness seemed to seep into the bones, making people want to drown in his gentle eyes.

So when she saw this sea of flowers, she would be in a trance.

She will think of the carefully designed dating scene for players in the strategy line of Wen Huaizhi in "Love Matters", and the memories of the past fall on her heart like raindrops, with the fragrance of roses wafting in from the window, which makes her heart lake ripple that cannot be ignored.

The wind with a cold incense also blew the books on the table.

A book placed next to an antique lamp was blown by the wind, and the yellowed pages turned rapidly, leaving the shape of time on it.

This crisp rustling sound, even in retrospect, feels extraordinarily clear, as if it had just happened, as if it was close at hand.

Soon, the voice was cut off.

A hand with knots like jade slowly stretched out, and he lightly pressed the heavy black pen on the top of the book, and the shape of the wind quietly dispersed at his fingertips, ending this mischievous play, and braking quietly, as if suppressed by his calm and gentle temperament.

Jiang Cha Cha was attracted by such a scene.

The movement of the pages was suppressed, but the ripples in her heart were enduring.

Although his graceful hand stopped the shadow of the wind, it seemed to stir her girl's heart.

Her gaze stayed on him, never leaving.

He easily rested the pen on the literature of the parchment case, and the hand continued to hold the pen, and with his eyes down, he continued to write English sentences on the paper.

Such a scene is really amazing.

Wen Huaizhi's existence, let her see the faces of the male protagonists of the drunken and gold-obsessed families gradually took shape.

Such an unruly, gentle and self-contained teenager is more in line with her fantasy of Wen Huaizhi in "Love Matters".

However, her reason gave her a sense of helpless separation from the beautiful fantasy.

Because, she has already seen the most real him.

She saw his darkest side with her own eyes.

The team behind the game spent a lot of time and money to create the most sophisticated and perfect character for him. This layer of beautified thick filters has received the best feedback from the crazy admiration of players every time, proving how charming its characters are.

But reality is not a game, nor is it.

There is no such thing as a perfect person.

What's more, Wen Huaizhi's body is not just a small stain.

His bad roots were bare, like dead mud that had never been stirred up and rotted under the bottom of the lake for many years. The illusion of beauty in the mirror is ruthlessly shattered, and the cells of your whole body will feel uncomfortable as long as you snoop a little bit.

Because the difference between fantasy and naked reality is too great.

Like a mirror, ignoring your fragile heart, it smashed the jar and fell in front of you from a height, and the broken glass on the ground was dazzling and eye-catching.

Even if you try to pick it up piece by piece, the piece you put together is no longer a complete mirror, and you can't piece it together what it looked like at the beginning.

How bright and upright his appearance is, how dark the shadow hidden in the corner is that he can't see the light all year round.

Such a contrast, the disillusionment, is unacceptable to anyone who once liked him very much.

It's like being deceived.

Deceived her from beginning to end.

So when Jiang Chacha saw the most real side of him, her reaction would be so strong, how repulsive she would be, and even a huge sense of disgust.

Because the expectations are too high, they will feel that he is despicable and disgusted with him.

However, in front of him, Wen Huaizhi at this moment showed the most gentle side of the teenager.

She clutched the notebook tightly in her hand, and looked at him with a strange gaze that became more and more indescribable.

She knew that her attitude towards Wen Huaizhi was getting more and more complicated.

Complex feelings, like all kinds of spices knocked together, she lost her accurate sense of taste.

Aware of her gaze, he pinched the fingers of the pen, and the long eyes under the glasses looked at him with a smile, his gaze as gentle as if he had seen a lover.

"Teacher?"

I don't know if the fragrance of roses outside the window is trick-or-treating, and even his voice has become a lot more lingering.

She shook her head, then walked over, her notebook in her hand, and she stood on his right hand, looking at the few English sentences he had just written.

She wanted to see if he had any grammatical errors.

But her hair was too long, and straight black hair slipped down her shoulders and obscured her vision.

So when she bent down, she had to bend her slender fingers slightly, and hooked the long hair on the side of her face behind her ears.

Such actions undoubtedly have a fatal attraction to men.

It's like a man's most primitive fantasy and impulse engraved in his DNA for a girl who can bring him dopamine secretion.

When Jiang Chacha made this action, he could feel that Wen Huaizhi's eyes seemed to be glued to his body, and his gaze was full of naked possessiveness, and he never moved away for a moment.

Realizing this, Jiang Chacha had goosebumps on her body for some reason.

Her fingers stiffened.

After being hooked behind her ears by her hair, she looked at him in black and white, like a blank piece of paper, and her voice was puzzled and uneasy, "Xiaohuai, what's wrong?" ”

Her hand touched her face.

"Is there anything dirty on the teacher's face?"

Wen Huaizhi responded with a smile and said softly, "Yes." ”

Yes?

Jiang Cha Cha frowned, is there really something dirty?

She was just about to take a look at the mirror from her bag.

I saw a hand suddenly stretched out in front of me.

The young man's hands were thin, and there were obvious green tendons, the temperature was as cool as the wind, and the fingertips were dry, because the perennial writing carried a thin layer of calluses.

Just like that, the fingers, with fatal tenderness, fell on her eyelids.

The cool touch makes people feel that his movements are particularly light, as if he is carefully caring, like a petal has fallen.

Jiang Chacha's breath was sluggish, and he couldn't help but close his eyes.

His fingers gradually moved down from her eyelids.

Even with his eyes closed, Jiang Cha Cha could feel his hot gaze. At this time, he was not the usual gentle and elegant, every inch of his gaze had a special sense of existence, as if he was invading the territory.

It made her heart tremble.

The faint floral fragrance blowing in from the window seems to spray a layer of ambiguous rose perfume in the room, and people's emotions have become confused under the volatilization of this fragrance.

Jiang Chacha felt that the fingertips that fell on her face were gradually heating up.

Her eyelashes, like butterfly wings, fluttered slightly.

It touched his fingers as well.

It seems to be touched by the soft touch of her eyelashes, piercing this innocent and ambiguous atmosphere, and the desire also swells, and it gets into it unscrupulously, like a greedy huge stomach, which can not be satisfied.

The off-the-shoulder pink top she was wearing at the time was cute and sexy.

Her neck and shoulders are connected in a beautiful and charming line, which is a landscape of its own. It was like a snowy field, with ice muscles and jade bones, and in her deep collarbone, there was a gentle lake with a cold fragrance flowing quietly.

At that time, his eyes deepened.

It was as if a tight thread had suddenly broken and was out of control.

He suddenly approached, the bridge of his superior nose close to her long, soft hair hanging down her chest.

He seemed to be buried in her neck, but he kept a distance with self-restraint, and the tip of his nose didn't even touch her hair.

Sven's eyes under the glasses are gentle and delicate, with hot restraint.

"The teacher is so fragrant."

- Author's message

It's all about the atmosphere.