Bian Jichen glanced at her short blond hair.

Then he faintly withdrew his gaze.

Jiang Chacha's footsteps were not disturbed at all, she glanced at him quietly, and after making sure that she did not attract his attention at all, she walked in the door and quickly pressed the staircase button.

Entered the door of her house, and the first second after the door was closed, Jiang Chacha ripped off her blonde hair in a panic, This wig just fell to the ground She didn't want to care about it, but she didn't feel at ease, she ran away, and ran back to pick it up.

Her head was several times bigger, and people were going to panic.

Although she didn't know why Bian Jichen would return to Qiuhuating, although she didn't know the purpose of his trip, she had a very strong thought in her mind-

He had come for her.

So regardless of thirty-seven twenty-one, she quickly took off her wig, changed the men's suit on her body, and hurriedly removed her makeup.

As soon as she changed into a pair of pajamas, she was still facing the mirror, and she tossed her curly hair, making a messy beauty that she had just woken up.

She glanced at the surveillance in a panic.

Sure enough, ten minutes ago, Bian Jichen rang the doorbell several times at the door of her house, and after finding that no one was there, he ran downstairs.

It seemed like waiting downstairs for her to come back.

But she really didn't understand, why didn't he just message her?

What was Bian Jichen thinking?

It's going to catch her off guard.

Shortly after she had just finished changing her clothes, Jiang Chacha heard the doorbell ringing, and it came so quickly.

She already knew it was him, so she took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

The next second after she pushed the door open, she was in a state of mind, her back was instantly leaning against the door panel, and then she put the back of her hand on her forehead, looking like she had just recovered from a serious illness.

Bian Jichen's cool gaze fell on him like this.

He was silent for a long time.

"Are you home?"

He rang the doorbell a lot just now, but no one came to open the door.

When ginger tea tea is not wearing lipstick, the lip color is lighter. Now she pretends to be pitiful, and with her snow-white skin, she looks really weak and pitiful.

She held her forehead with her hand and smiled palely, "I'm a little unwell, I've been sleeping in the afternoon and slept until night." ”

Her voice grew weaker.

"I just heard the doorbell ringing...... I also wanted to get up and open the door, but I really didn't have the strength... As soon as I got out of bed, I felt dizzy in front of my eyes......"

"It took me a long time to recover."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Bian."

When she said this, she seemed to be soaked in mist, and her black eyelashes half-hid her wet eyes, and she looked at him.

Bian Jichen didn't have any fluctuations in his heart because of her eyes.

He is like a thousand-year-old cold well, throwing down a stone, and there may not even be an echo.

He lowered his eyes, and a slightly cold gaze swept over.

He didn't really know why he would come to her again.

He's not angry.

Knowing that he had only unilaterally asked her out that time, so she didn't come, he was only disappointed at best.

And this disappointment will eventually ferment into something else.

He restrained himself from contacting her.

I thought I could restrain my desire to meet her.

But it never occurred to him that the more he suppressed, the more rebellious his soul became.

In the transition of every late night, longing has developed a bitter habit, and the impulse to see her always ferments to another peak in every late night.

Xu is the first time that the young man is excited, and the more clean and innocent the purpose, the more he can't even suppress his reason.

It was like a layer of rainstorm, after the rainstorm, the wind did not stop, the leaves of the trees were still shaking, like the ancient bell in the temple was struck out one after another, and the ripples on the surface of the lake rippled one after another.

It was an echo from the lake of his heart.

Silently, he looked at her.

She wore a white silk suspender pajamas, and came out barefoot, the texture of silk, her skin seemed to have a creamy abrasion effect.

She seemed to have just woken up from bed, and her curly hair was slightly messy, no longer as delicate as usual.

And she, as if she said it. The face is very white, the thin eyebrows are slightly frowned, and the person is listless, and even the two delicate red lips seem to have been wet by the rainstorm and become pale and colorless.

Seeing that he was silent, she lowered her head and whispered "I'm sorry" again.

"Including the last ......"

She silently added again, her eyelashes fluttering several times.

When she lowered her head, it made her neck soft and soft, and the dazzling cold white made people feel a little hallucinatory, as if they could smell the fragrance around her neck.

After Jiang Chacha finished speaking, he ignored her, which made her feel very embarrassed for a while.

Her sensitive heart actually makes her feel a little embarrassed.

Bian Jichen lowered his eyes and looked at her for a long time.

Finally, his body moved.

He turned.

Ginger tea tea clenched hands.

When she thought that he wanted to leave like this, she saw him bend down, pick up the bag that had been placed in the doorway, pass by her, and walk in.

Only then did Jiang Chacha notice the bag in his hand.

He carried the bag in each hand.

One bag is snacks and the other is ......

It seems to be an ingredient?

When she looked over, she saw green leaves, and she saw tomatoes.

Jiang Chacha's gaze suddenly couldn't take his eyes off him.

He had only taken two steps before his figure froze, his eyes slightly turned to her.

His voice was muted.

"May I come in?"

Jiang Chacha was stunned, and after reacting, he quickly nodded, "Of course, of course!" ”

He walked into her kitchen.

I don't know why, it may be that he is dressed casually today, and he is still carrying a shopping bag, so she feels that he is special "home" today.

This sense of home softens his cold and hard facial features, and the yellowish light falls on his body at night, no matter how cold a person is, the edges and corners of his body melt like spring snow.

Jiang Chacha didn't expect to see such a scene as Bian Jichen.

Is he transsexual?

Jiang Chacha was barefoot, leaning against a wall behind her.

But she didn't have the heart to think about it.

Because she is really tired, the hateful Cheng Hao was assassinated again today, causing her to exercise a lot today, and her mental condition has not been good recently.

It made her not want to think about anything else.

So much so that Bian Jichen came over this time, and it didn't make her have much mood swing.

Coupled with what happened to the two of them last time, it was also embarrassing......

The magnetic field between the two of them became subtle.

Ginger Cha Cha lowered his eyes.

She couldn't help but think of the image when he kissed her.

But when I think about it again tonight, I don't feel my heart racing, but I feel tired.

After she got into the game, she was thinking about how to complete the task quickly, and in fact, her nerves were almost tense every day.

She heard Bian Jichen putting ingredients in the refrigerator in the kitchen, but she didn't raise her eyes to look at him at all.

On a sweltering summer night, the air conditioning in the house is quite sufficient.

She stepped on the ground with her bare feet at this time, as if she was stepping on jade, and felt a coldness.

Her calves bobbed boredly, the hem of her skirt sliding down her thighs with her movements, and she lowered her eyes and stared at her feet.

She tried to distract herself with these small body movements and make herself less irritable.

Suddenly, in the moment of her distraction, a figure loomed over her, covering her from head to toe, and she felt the lights of her vision dim.

Before she could react, his breath penetrated her nose in the darkness, occupying her perception of the scent.

He was so tall that when he looked at her, he had to lean over to look at her, and his jawline was cold.

When she lifted her eyes to look at him, the slightly cool hand suddenly rested gently on her forehead, and the fingertips pressed against her skin.

"Fever?"

His thin white eyelids drooped, and his words fell, and his dark eyes were staring at her heavily, and that look was like a magnet, cold and devoted to her.

(End of chapter)