Ginger tea's first reaction was that something wasn't quite right. Although I don't know why he turned her down coldly, he will come back later.

But it's weird.

Jiang Cha Cha knows that this is definitely not in line with his character.

It is impossible to do such a thing.

So, how did he come over?

Wen Huaizhi's arrival, the rest of the student union was also surprised.

After a pleasant greeting, two or three people formed a small group to chat there.

Zhang Sichi went to find Fu Yin.

And here, only she and Wen Huaizhi are left.

The Coke in my hand instantly became unpalatable.

It's tasteless.

The point is that her whole body tensed and went into a state of alert.

What the hell does this pervert want to do??!!!

Wen Huaizhi didn't speak, he reached out to reach the cocktail drink in front of the table, his fingers hooked lightly, and there was a sound of opening the can, he held the drink weakly, raised it to his lips, and took a small sip.

Jiang Cha Cha did not dare to move, nor did he dare to speak.

He came over, why did he sit next to her? It's not that there are no other vacancies!

Besides, didn't he fall out with her?

When he was in the student council, he also behaved coldly and ruthlessly.

But what are you doing now???

Just when she was upset and at a loss, the person next to her leaned slightly towards her, and the lens smiled shallowly, and his shirt smelled of wine.

"Vice-President, your hands look ...... Much smaller than me. ”

Jiang Chacha was stunned, and then found that his eyes were falling on her hand at this time.

What happened to her hand?

Her hands are small?

What kind of strange concern is this???

No, more importantly, how could he talk to her for no reason??? Didn't they break up?

He ...... today What's wrong???

Ginger Cha Cha became more vigilant.

She subconsciously shrank her hand and protected it in her arms, staring at him with round eyes and wary eyes.

Her voice was stiff.

"So what."

He doesn't play according to the routine, and she always thinks he has bad intentions.

He seemed to be planning something.

But she couldn't guess.

The pink cocktail was still held in front of his lips, and his thin red lips drew a faint smile.

He seemed to have forgotten what had happened to the two of them before, and chose to play dumb. He stretched out his delicate hand, Sven's lazy voice with a little hoarse and fatal bewitchment, "Can you take a look at your hand and compare it?" Vice President? ”

No longer as indifferent and detached as an hour ago.

His eyes resurfaced with the gentleness he was accustomed to, but there was a little more intriguing flavor in this charming gentleness.

And she is very afraid of him who is so mad now.

"When, of course you can." She had a cold face, and because she was afraid of him, she had to stretch out her hand stiffly.

He chuckled silently.

In the corner of the dim KTV box, he wears glasses and looks sven, which is really full of various buffs with a sense of atmosphere.

He held up his hand and placed it beside hers.

Unlike her petite softness, his fingers were slender and his joints were like jade, and this hand was cold and white, and this sacred hand seemed to be born to hold a pen, hold a book, play the harp, and pinch a scalpel, and should not do other rude and heavy work.

Only then did she realize that her hand was twice as small as his.

I still feel awkward and strange.

After only a few seconds, Jiang Chacha was like an electric shock, and the hand was about to retract subconsciously.

And at this time, instead of restraint and gentleman, he grabbed her finger instead.

Then, forcing her hand closer to his lap, his warm palm wrapped around her finger and kept it airtight.

Jiang Cha Cha could feel him put her hand on his lap, and then lowered his eyes, playing with her two fingers carelessly like a cynical but elegant and calm child.

It's not so much about playing with it, it's about ......

Examine and observe as if you were studying literature.

Her heart thumped several times, and alarm bells rang.

It's weird.

She was just about to struggle out, but in the blink of an eye, she saw that he was like no one, and let go of her fingers in boredom.

As if bored, he leaned back, holding the pink cocktail, swaying slightly in his hand, and under the ambiguous light of the box, his face was covered with a mysterious shadow, where he slightly hooked his lips and tasted it in small sips.

Ginger Tea Tea:?

This made her fledgling vigilance instantly extinguish.

His indifferent attitude made her feel that she was too worried.

She frowned.

But is that really the case?

- Author's message

Drop the horse today.

(End of chapter)