Her tiny body leaned against the wall, and his proximity silently pushed her against the corner.

His gaze was sparse, he seemed to easily see through her exhaustion, his fingers against her forehead, but his body temperature was crossed little by little.

He made a gesture that contrasted with his cold appearance.

Jiang Chacha's heart was violently poked at that time.

She was on the verge of collapse, and suddenly someone cared so much about her, about her little emotions.

She looked away in a panic, "No, I don't have a fever. ”

"It's fine."

"It could be a fever."

"No, it's just a little uncomfortable."

She doesn't pay attention to the front and tail, and she is obviously not in the right state.

He removed his hand from her forehead and looked at her silently.

He stood in front of him, blocking most of the light, so much so that when she looked at him, his face became unreal, like an ethereal mist, and his eyes were the silent swamp below.

His shoulders are like a wide field.

As soon as Bian Jichen took in his emotions, the girl in front of him suddenly looked at him pitifully.

"Can I lend you a shoulder to rest?"

She didn't provoke a little, her eyes were innocent, and he could see that she was really just too tired, so he wanted to lean on his shoulder.

His thin lips moved, restraining the undercurrent under his eyes.

"Okay."

He agreed, so Jiang Chacha was not hypocritical at all, and directly leaned his head lightly on his shoulder, only his head was against it, and the rest of his body did not lean on him at all.

She tried hard to keep her distance from him.

He still had the cold smell of cedar on him, and she breathed in him little by little, feeling relieved.

She suddenly felt that anything could be forgiven.

Jiang Cha Cha leaned his forehead on his shoulder for three minutes.

It's like a short charge for three minutes.

As soon as the time came, Jiang Cha Cha left his shoulder, and she suddenly realized that she was the owner of this house, and she did not treat him well after his guest came in.

"Classmate Bian, do you drink tea?"

"Okay."

There are also a lot of precious tea leaves left by the original owner in the house. But she has never drunk it, she has so much time, how can she have the leisure to sit down and drink tea slowly.

Speaking of tea, he spent ten years of his life in the UK, and she remembers that the UK also likes to drink tea, but ...... Seems to be drinking black tea?

So she took Bian Jichen to the small dining room outside the kitchen, and then turned her back to him, and she was tossing and turning around to find out the black tea.

And Bian Jichen glanced at her, Xu felt thirsty, so he turned around and went to pour the water on the table.

The system froze.

[Host, Bian Jichen is going to pour water to drink. 】

"I know, let him drink it, I don't have poison in the water."

Even if you want to poison it, the only thing that poisons it is to smell the dog and stop it.

【……】

The system was silent for a few seconds.

[No, you still have your roses on the table.] 】

Ginger Cha Cha is still looking down and turning over things.

Hearing this, she muttered for a while.

What roses, and what happened to roses?

The thought only crossed her mind for a moment.

After a moment, her body instantly stiffened as if she had just been electrocuted.

Rose......

Isn't that the bunch of white rabbits?

Ginger Cha Cha turned his head in an instant.

I saw Bian Jichen walk to the table, and saw that the white pink roses in the vase on the white tablecloth were still inserted inside.

Although the little white rabbit was well raised by her a while ago, it inevitably withered after a long time.

The edges of the white petals have begun to turn yellow, and this flower is the same as her, and it looks so pitiful.

And she was so busy that it had withered a little, but every time she saw it, she didn't bother to throw it away.

She never thought that one night Bian Jichen would suddenly come to Qiuhuating.

And Bian Jichen was standing at the table at this time, his slender fingers pinched the glass, stretched out his hand, and wanted to take the kettle and pour water into it.

I just don't know if he noticed the roses in the vase......

The roses he sent......

Jiang Cha Cha sat stiffly on the sofa, and she swallowed.

She couldn't help but feel lucky.

Bian Jichen shouldn't be able to recognize the difference between rose varieties, right? A lot of boys are, and at first glance they should only think that they are ordinary roses, right?

She was not at ease and wanted to look for affirmation on the side of the system.

"Bian Jichen, he shouldn't be recognized, right?"

【……】

[Do you think that a person who has been sitting in the restaurant and waiting for you for two hours, with this bouquet of white rabbits next to him, is not a pure red or pure white rose, is it white, the center of the flower is still a light pink, such an obvious feature, do you think Bian Jichen, who has been sitting there waiting for you for two hours, will not recognize it? 】

"......" Jiang Cha Cha was silent.

The kettle is placed next to the vase.

So just when Bian Jichen was about to reach out to pick up the kettle, before his hand touched it, he saw Jiang Chacha rushing over and immediately stopped in front of him.

Damn, she was too short, as long as he wanted to, Bian Jichen could easily see the vase behind her.

So she gritted her teeth, kicked on the ground, and sat directly on the table with her ass.

Bian Jichen's action of wanting to drink water was interrupted by her.

He looked gentle and precious, his sleeves were rolled up, his fingers were pinching the water glass, as if he was puzzled by her behavior, he glanced at her coldly, and reached out to reach for the kettle, trying to go around her side.

Ginger Tea Tea: !!!

She bit her lip.

No, he'll see the roses.

In an emergency, she suddenly stretched out two arms.

She sat on the table in a white lace nightdress, her calves lying in the air, and a snow-white toe accidentally touched his pants. And she wrapped her arms around his neck like this, using her body to block his backward view.

But she was in a hurry, and she used too much force, encircling his neck, causing his upper body to lean over to her.

The light overhead was soft, like a faint gauze falling on the two of them.

For a while, the two of them had cold and hot eyes glued together, and even their breathing became disordered.

Her thin white suspender straps had slipped off one of her shoulders.

(End of chapter)