The Old Town Library is at its best in the evening. The windows are designed to be large for better lighting, and many people like to occupy a window position, because they can watch the sky fade from blue to a gentle twilight.

He hadn't seen her in a long time.

Since exposing her fake identity as a college student, I have shown her several calls, but she has not answered.

If you don't, forget it.

That's what he thought.

He wouldn't give her another chance.

I haven't seen her for half a month, but when I see her again, I feel like I'm still meeting for the first time.

But.

He just looked at her back... I would have mistaken her for that woman.

How similar are the two?

As soon as he thought of something, Wen Huaizhi restrained the smile on his face, leaving only the treacherous Boze in his eyes.

He closed his eyes slightly, and it was the first time he had looked at her so seriously.

Passing by him, Jiang Chacha could feel a gaze cast from the corner clinging to her body.

She restrained the fear in her heart, pretended not to notice him, and maintained a dignified and beautiful smile all the way, her spine was straight, the corners of her mouth were perfectly curled, and her whole flabby state looked flawless.

However, no one saw her hand on her lap shaking violently.

Because, she felt that Wen Huaizhi's eyes looking at her today were not like looking, but more like scrutiny, as if she wanted to peel off her appearance and see her naked heart.

She continued to smile and watched the student next to her as he worked, and if he got stuck in his train of thought, she would take out a slip of paper and write it on it, and hand it to him.

Wen Huaizhi had already put the gold-wire glasses back on.

He sat in the window corner of the library, with gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and a black shirt that made him look extremely tired.

Anyone will be moved by such a teenager.

Wen Huaizhi put down the pen in his hand, he had stopped doing the question, he just sat there, took a shallow sip of coffee, and looked at her silently with slightly closed eyes.

The tenor next to her was okay-looking, quiet, and looked like a well-behaved and sensible three-good student, and when she smiled at him, he was very shy, his ears were red, and then he quickly lowered his head.

But.

That's not what he should be paying attention to.

He re-examined the coldness of scrutiny on her.

Laugh.

She was still smiling.

It was the tenth time she had laughed at the boy.

Wen Huaizhi's face was expressionless, he had an oriental bone appearance, when he smiled, there was a bit of gentleness and nobility in the gentleness, and he showed the temperature of etiquette to anyone, and there was always a smile in his eyes.

And when he really cooled down, the bone face exuded his true oriental charm, with high eyebrows, dark eyes, superior nose bridge, and when he looked at people, the tail of his eyes was alienated from others.

She didn't answer his phone several times, and his patience was exhausted.

She should have been kicked out of his world.

She likes to wear white dresses today, as always.

It's just that...... Today is a little different.

The white skirt in front has a high waist and a high neck, which is very conservative. But when she turned around, the fabric was empty behind her, near her waist above her hips.

The design of the back waist is loosely tied with only a few straps, and the spring light of that little bit is unique.

Wen Huai closed his eyes, and his eyes were dark.

When she was in front of him, the most unconservative time was when she wore a small suspender belt inside, and then took off the small cardigan outside.

And that's all.

Such a small sexy skirt, he also saw her wear it for the first time.

Wen Huaizhi's eyes became darker and darker.

He watched her smile as she approached the boy to help him with his homework, and spoke in a low voice in his ear, his eyes crooked.

She turned her head and turned her best face at the boy. As she focused on something on the paper with her pen, as she wrote, her soft hair fell from her shoulders, blocking her view.

She smiled and arched her fingers slightly, pinning the strand of hair behind her ear.

Wen Huaizhi watched silently as she stroked her hair.

He sat there, looking at her indifferently for a long time, and then snorted, got up and left, leaving the floor.

(End of chapter)