Actually, she should have known.

From beginning to end, he was so gentle, as always, never changed.

It's just that she sometimes misinterprets his coldness on the outside.

Being cold and alienated from people is his attitude towards things, but on the inside, under the cold exterior, his heart is softer than anyone else.

Ginger tea tea is not stupid.

When she heard his words, she was stunned for a moment, and after analyzing his words for a short period of ten seconds, she quickly knew what he meant.

Her heart was pounded hard and poked.

Damn, why is he so gentle.

So she used to think too much and misunderstand him, right?

He has always been frank and unrestrained, Mu is like a breeze, and she is stingy.

She's a despicable villain.

It was like knocking over all kinds of spices in her heart, with mixed tastes, and she couldn't tell the complexity in her heart.

So she pursed her lips, lowered her head, and said nothing.

Her fingers subconsciously clenched the one in her hand, his credit card.

Bian Jichen saw her lower her head and was slightly stunned. As she bowed her head, her collar was turned out, revealing a small piece of beautiful swan neck, which shone a pearl-white luster in the light, accentuating the fragility and tenacity of her master.

Her eyelashes drooped, and her delicate face was covered with faint shadows, and he couldn't see her true expression for a moment.

His heart tightened slightly, his thin lips pursed silently, and his dry tongue pressed against the roof of his mouth.

He twisted his eyebrows, and he, who was usually in a calm mood, couldn't help but feel irritable.

He knew that she had always been a very proud person.

The heart is as arrogant as her, with extreme self-esteem and extreme sensitivity. Psychologically, extreme self-esteem is likely to be a projection of low self-esteem.

In fact, he never knew the real her.

As a pampered rich lady, she is proud and will never let others see her most embarrassed and vulnerable side.

What he just said, wouldn't it hurt her self-esteem?

The girl in front of her was still bowing her head, uncomfortably silent.

At that moment, Bian Jichen stretched out his hand for no reason and wanted to touch her head, but at the moment when he was about to touch her hair, his hand was above her head and stopped.

He hesitated.

What the hell is he doing?

There was a dark restraint in the dark eyes, and then the gaze became clear.

Then he quietly withdrew his hand.

He spoke calmly, as if nothing had happened.

"You have this card."

He was patient, his voice was much softer, and he no longer sounded so unkind, "Stop eating these junk food, Uncle froze your card, you can use mine for the time being." ”

"And."

is more than 1.8 meters tall, so when he talks to her, he has to lower his chin slightly so that she can hear.

Like the deep blue ice floe on the sea slowly melting away by the first touch of morning light, his eyes are like the cool gentleness that comes out of the dawn after the long winter night has passed.

"Don't quarrel with your uncle, be coquettish at the right time, and don't lose your pride."

Jiang Chacha lowered her head just now, and she didn't feel embarrassed because she accepted his help, on the contrary, she was moved and didn't know how to face him for a while.

And the words he is saying now are damn gentle......

So gentle that she really wanted to suddenly wow, and then cry like that.

She looked up at him with adoring star eyes.

Moving, it's real, when real emotions come to mind, not everyone can stop it.

In this life, Bian Jichen is extremely restrained in many things, he is a self-disciplined and self-denying person, and he is also called the devil by many people.

He looked at her with a slight glimmer in his eyes, restraint was a wise thought after his powerful and rational choice.

A few strands of hair brushed his eyes in front of his eyebrows.

He thought he had a lot of self-control.

Until.

He saw a reddish ring around the edge of her eye sockets.

At that moment, it seemed that the fever of emotion prevailed over reason.

There was a faint sigh in the air.

Why can't you restrain it?

His cool hand reached out uncontrollably and placed it on her head and rubbed it with very light force.

His eyes were gentle, and his voice was very quiet.

"It's okay."