The sense of oppression brought to her by Wen Huaizhi in the past is like the raindrops falling on the window on a rainy day, brutal, impersonal, and does not leave you a gap to breathe, until you suffocate to death.

The fear of Wen Huaizhi suddenly overwhelmed her again.

She only knew that if she spoke again, she might die without knowing how she died.

So Jiang Cha Cha closed his mouth decisively.

Her chin was still pinched by his hands, and his slightly cool fingers fell on her delicate skin, like cold snake skin, making her shiver uncontrollably.

She scolded secretly, why did she provoke Wen Huaizhi if she had nothing to do.

Wen Huaizhi seemed to be very interested, his eyes were still smiling, he looked down, looking at every inch of her face, this was like his midsummer night's back garden, it was his private territory, and he could pick the red roses here at will.

Seeing that she was silent, she was silent.

Wen Huaizhi's jaw muscles stretched gently like water waves, and his noble face showed a look of please.

He lowered his head again, as if to whisper something secret to her that belonged to the two of them, and his voice became affectionate, and even the breath that fell from his mouth to her ears was as warm as a drink.

"Good."

He rubbed her head with his hand indulgently, very lightly, but Jiang Chacha felt goosebumps on his scalp.

Leaning too close, his cold white chin gently rubbed against her hair, as if he was fascinated by the fragrance here, and deliberately stayed here.

He lowered his eyelids and gazed affectionately at her pearly white earlobes.

Fingers were not matched, and he stroked her head slowly.

His long eyes smiled again, his smile was gentle and gentle, but his voice was cold.

"I don't like people talking gibberish in front of me."

With that, he let go of his hand in disgust, and his face was raised nobly in the night, as proud as a daffodil by the pool.

It seems that her hair feels dirty when she touches her.

Behind the windowsill, the girl standing seemed to be enraged by what he had done, and there was almost no expression on her face.

"Then the president will treat me as gibberish."

With his back to the windowsill, Wen Huaizhi, who was looking at the sky, only heard footsteps behind him, and the footsteps stopped when they approached the door, and then snapped.

She slammed the door shut.

The wind from the girl's slamming the door seemed to blow all the way to the balcony and to him.

Wen Huaizhi's back stiffened.

But like the water ripples on the lake in autumn, after a slight ripple, it disappears without a shadow, the water surface is as calm as a mirror, and Wen Huaizhi's mind is as hidden as the dead lake.

After she left, a bird outside screamed and fell on the top floor of the opposite school building, and the balcony returned to its original cold and lonely state.

The man's hand rested on the guardrail, as if he had absorbed the temperature of the guardrail, and finally the iron belt on it had the warmth of the human body, while his palm remained a barren coldness.

After a long time, the hand on the guardrail left.

A long figure came silently to the windowsill.

On the night of the blackout, he saw the world like a world with vision loss, and the surroundings were quiet, as if he could hear the sound of the empty wind in his heart.

Wen Huaizhi is like a tree that has lost its sunlight and moisture, standing silently on the windowsill, the face under the gold wire glasses is Zhou Zhengswen, but his eyes are gloomy with a little beautiful decadence.

By the moonlight behind him, he saw a burgundy glass of water on the windowsill. The mistress of the glass of water had already left in a fit of rage. Its retro color, smooth texture, the tea in it is already cold, it stays alone on the windowsill, and even the surrounding atmosphere is empty.

Wen Huaizhi's gaze slowly moved downward.

By the moonlight, he could see a faint lipstick mark falling from the edge of the glass.

He seemed to be able to think of how the owner of the glass drank with his thick and soft eyelashes, and how his petal-like red lips gently pressed against the rim of the cup, and then drank the tea in it little by little.

In a trance, the girl suddenly opened her eyes and smiled mischievously and defiantly at him, her eyes shining and full of cunning and beautiful eyes.

Wen Huaizhi frowned fiercely.

When he came back to his senses, he found that his lips were already moist, and the sweet lipstick marks on the mouth of the cup were also shining with crystal water stains in the night, and he had picked up the red glass in his hand.

It's like something irritated to the smell of the always calm and self-controlled.

The glass was suddenly put back in place, and the balcony was empty, except for a few drops of warm water that had been splashed on the windowsill.

(End of chapter)