Si Zichen's incident happened too suddenly, and many people gradually became aware of it, and all the topics revolved around this matter.

But it's the end of the birthday party, and it's time to have fun.

Jiang Chacha stood in place, looking at her phone, the message she sent was like a stone sinking into the sea, and there was no response.

And Bian Jichen had already jumped out of the fountain. Although he also wore an overcoat on the outside, the water inside was still clinging to his clothes, and the water kept falling down, and where he stood, there was a water stain on the ground.

He stood on the side of the crowd, and under his wet hair, there were a pair of dark, cold, and hard eyes, but there seemed to be residual warmth underneath, and they were still hot.

His lips were frozen white, and Jiang Cha Cha was no better than him, just as embarrassed.

He stood there and looked at her for a long time.

He still remembers the picture of her aggrievedly pushing him away just now.

Jiang Chacha lowered his head there and didn't speak.

After a while, a shadow appeared on the ground.

With a hunch that it was him, she looked up.

She suddenly didn't dare to look at him, because Bian Jichen's lips now had a very thin blood mark, which was broken, and it was still bleeding out.

This reminded her of the ambiguous scene under the moonlit night.

Jiang Cha Cha quietly curled her fingers.

Even if the beautiful wound on his lips now did not match his ascetic breath, Bian Jichen stood in front of her very frankly, and it was this frank seriousness that made Jiang Chacha's heart beat fiercely.

She suddenly felt a little itchy in her lips.

She remembered exactly how Bian Jichen bit her just now.

Jiang Chacha didn't give any good face: "What are you doing?" ”

Bian Jichen closed his eyes, his eyes were like a book, an obscure book, and a book with a very high reading threshold, he was always placed on the top of the old professor's bookshelf, lonely and lonely.

His cold and good-looking eyes, that little bit of loneliness, always made people want to tear his suit and do something excessive with him.

Ginger Chacha chuckled.

She will never forget that the moonlight fell lightly on the water, sparkling like a broken diamond. He gave her the breath that belonged to Bian Jichen little by little, he accommodated her softness, he kissed the petal-like texture on her lips, told him every late night of silent thoughts, told her that he waited and waited for as long as years.

He kissed the corners of her lips little by little, and when she was about to sink into his gentle whirlpool, he stopped at the peak of extreme tugging.

He smelled her hair, his lips rubbed against her face, and came to her ear, like the morning breeze kissing the lake, he kissed it, and finally said hoarsely in her ear.

"Cha Cha, let's be together."

Looking back now, Ginger Cha Cha can still experience that feeling of blood backflow throughout the body.

At that time, because she was angry, she turned her face away and did not respond, but continued to kiss him ventingly, hooking his neck with her hand.

She felt like she was crazy.

How crazy it was just now, how much I don't want to face him now.

She hid all her emotions in her heart, and only showed him a body of defense and indifference.

Both of them did it wrong.

But she didn't want to forgive him for his mistake.

It's kissing, but she can't admit it.

Bian Jichen, who has wet hair, seems to be much sexier.

He had been searching for a long time from the fountain, and finally found the gift box that had fallen on the ground.

The box had been soiled with dirt and grass clippings, and it looked pitiful. He bent down and picked it up, and wiped the sludge off it little by little with his own hands to make sure it was clean before he dared to walk over and hand it to her.

The lights of the European-style fountain illuminate this area of the woods.

Bian Jichen stretched out his hand and handed the gift box to her.

Thinking of the grievances she had suffered in the past few days, Jiang Chacha was not so in love, she pushed it away, and her voice was also very indifferent, "Thank you, Young Master Bian, but I don't need your gift." ”

What she thought to herself was that she just wanted to push his gift away.

But he didn't expect that this push would knock over the gift box in his hand to the ground.

The expensive gift box was skewed and stained with dirt, the box opened, and the ginger tea glimpsed a touch of jewelry.

It's really bright.

It's shiny and beautiful.

But she didn't look at Bian Jichen's expression at the time, so she turned around and left.

I didn't look back at what kind of gift was on the ground.