Wen Huaizhi's tenderness at this time is tantamount to a fantasy for ginger tea.

So, she intensified the effort to twist her arms.

"Ah, it hurts!"

There was another cool sound in her ears.

"What are you doing?"

His face was covered with a thick shadow, and when he twisted his eyebrows, the feeling of oppression came back to him.

At this moment, it was like the Wen Huaizhi she was familiar with before.

Jiang Chacha breathed a sigh of relief, "That's right......"

This is still the Wen Huaizhi she knows, isn't it?

Wen Huaizhi's eyes quietly reflected her shadow, he twisted his eyebrows again, and then gently patted away the "self-harming" hand on her twisted arm.

Jiang Chacha said to herself: "So I was blind just now, right?" ”

"Wen Huaizhi can't be so gentle."

"If that's possible, I must be dreaming......"

Through the windowsill, Wen Huaizhi, who looked down at her, seemed to have a very shallow smile on his face, like a flash in the pan, so strange that Jiang Chacha was afraid that if he blinked his eyes, the dream in front of him would be shattered like a bubble.

The last bit of daylight left by the setting sun for the evening has disappeared, and when the night is shrouded, Jiang Chacha can no longer see his face clearly, only that his narrow-rimmed glasses reflect the cold light in the night, he lowers his chin, and his voice is also soft, as if he is following a good path.

"How do you know if you're dreaming?"

Ginger Chacha was stunned.

It may have been that the impact was so great that she wondered if she was dreaming now, and she looked up and stared at him in confusion.

In the end, she reached out and snatched the gold-rimmed glasses from his face.

"Lend me glasses to wear, let me see your true face!"

She may have had a brain twitch for a while, so she felt that wearing glasses could see the other party's face more clearly.

But she forgot that glasses have a prescription, and the glasses that don't fit will make you look dizzy, and you can't see clearly.

Therefore, Jiang Chacha only felt a dizziness in front of his eyes, and he was physiologically uncomfortable.

Wen Huaizhi lowered his head and glanced at her.

There seemed to be a clear chuckle in the wind, a slight tingling, like an electric current, and Jiang Chacha felt that his ears were numb, like ants crawling over.

Before Jiang Chacha could react, she saw that in the night, his facial features seemed to be hiding in the mysterious and dark shadows, and the street lamp behind the teaching building was far away and shone a little faintly, allowing her to vaguely see the bridge of his nose and his charming chin.

and slightly curved lips.

"It's not clear that way."

Before she could see his eyes, she felt the bridge of her nose lighten, and the man leaned over and smiled, lowered his head, and used two fingers to pamperingly remove the glasses she was wearing on his face.

The dizziness in front of me seems to have a delay, and it has not completely dissipated.

"Can you see it clearly?"

Fang Cai's dizziness had gradually faded, and a cool air like the morning breeze gently blew on her lips, and Wen Huaizhi's overly handsome and handsome face suddenly appeared in front of her at close range.

So, she fell into Wen Huaizhi's gentle eyes.

This is the first time she has seen his face so clearly, he used to wear glasses, very gentle, very gentle school bully image. And now after he took off his glasses, Jiang Chacha realized that his face was so handsome.

Especially his eyes, the smile is even more affectionate, and if he looks at it more, Jiang Chacha suspects that he will accidentally fall into the whirlpool inside.

It turned out that after the man took the glasses, he gently closed the temples between his fingers, and suddenly leaned closer.

Jiang Chacha heard her own heartbeat that suddenly accelerated because of her nervousness.

She thought that maybe it was too dark, or she hadn't eaten dinner yet, and her head was a little dizzy, so that Wen Huaizhi's eyes could mistakenly see a touch of absurd pampering.

However, at the time, she was so surprised that she lost her speech, and her brain was so full of information that she missed the opportunity to reply to him.

And Wen Huaizhi only briefly lowered his eyes and smiled softly at her for a few seconds, and then his upper body stepped back to the most suitable social distance.

Then, the smile on his face disappeared, and for a short time, Jiang Cha Cha once wondered if it was a dream.

His gentleness is like a beautiful bubble, poked and vanished in the sun.

When he came back to his senses, he saw that Huaizhi had returned to the balcony, and he leaned lazily there, continuing to blow the evening wind.

The wind blew the corners of his clothes in an arc.

There is no light in the sky, and his back in the night is also full of mystery, just like the night itself, if it is about to leave, and like his character, how can it not be understood.

Jiang Chacha lay on the windowsill, looking at the corners of his clothes flying in the wind, looking at it, an incredible conjecture came to her mind.

This conjecture is like a snowball in the snow, rolling down a cliff and then rolling bigger and bigger.

So she stared at his back, and she suddenly asked coldly, "Wen Huaizhi, you won't like me, right?" ”