I, the villainous female lead, wear many hats

She was his tutor, and he was her student for a short time.

During her clumsy and adult tutoring time, she tried not to show any flaws.

And when he was her student, he also behaved particularly well-educated, gentle and polite, the demeanor of a famous son was well displayed in him, and gentleness and elegance were best interpreted in him.

In his study, there is a window.

She likes standing next to this window the most. From the outside, she can see the whole sea of ​​flowers.

It is said that in order to please Mrs. Wen, Mr. Wen set up a flower field to plant rose varieties imported from abroad.

When the wind blows in, the fragrance of flowers floats.

Jiang Chacha once saved pocket money for a long time, and got him a rare SSR card. The background on it was the sea of ​​roses outside his villa.

And he stood in the middle of the sea of ​​flowers.He was wearing a white shirt, and the pure white collar and hem fluttered in the wind.

His black hair blew tastefully before his eyes, and he held a bouquet of roses in his arms.

In the whistling summer wind, he lifted his bony fingers to support the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and the eyes under the narrow-rimmed glasses narrowed gently, the tenderness seemed to seep into the bones, making people want to drown In his tender and tender eyes.

So when she saw this sea of ​​flowers, she would be in a trance.

She would think of Wen Huaizhi's well-designed dating scene for players in the strategy line of "Love in My Mind". Memories from the past fell on her heart like raindrops, and with the scent of roses floating in from the window, her heart Heart Lake produced ripples that cannot be ignored.

The wind with the cold fragrance also blows the books on the table.

A book placed next to the antique desk lamp was blown by the wind, the yellowed pages flipped quickly, and the wind left the shape of years on it.

This crisp rustling sound, even when I think about it now, I feel very clear, as if it happened just now, as if it was so close.

Soon, the voice was interrupted.

A hand with jade-like knuckles slowly stretched out, and he lightly pressed a heavy black pen on top of the book, and the shape of the wind spread quietly at his fingertips, and it was over. This mischievous play was stopped with silence, as if he was suppressed by his calm and gentle temperament.

Jiang Chacha was attracted by such a scene.

The movement of the pages turning was suppressed, but the ripples in her heart persisted for a long time.

Although his graceful hand stopped the shadow of the wind, it seemed to stir her girl's heart lake.

Her eyes stayed on him and never left.

He easily placed the pen on the literary novel in the parchment case, and continued to hold the pen in that hand, lowered his eyes, and continued to write English sentences on the paper.

Such a scene is really amazing.

With Wen Huaizhi's existence, the faces of the male protagonists in the distraught and luscious family novels she read gradually took shape.

Such an unreserved, gentle and self-sufficient young man is more in line with her fantasy of Wen Huaizhi in "Love in Mind".

However, her rationality made her feel helplessly separated from her beautiful fantasy.

Because, she has seen the most real him.

She had seen his darkest side firsthand.

The team behind the game spent a lot of time and money to create the most sophisticated and perfect character design for him.This beautified thick filter has received the best feedback every time from the crazy praise of the players, which proves how charming its characters are.

But reality is not a game, nor is it fiction.

Perfect people don't exist.

What's more, Wen Huaizhi didn't just have small stains on his body.

His bad roots were naked, like undisturbed dead sludge that had been rotting at the bottom of the lake for years.The beautiful fantasy in the mirror is ruthlessly broken, as long as you peek a little bit, all the cells in your body will feel uncomfortable.

Because the difference between fantasy and naked reality is too great.

Like a mirror ignoring your fragile heart, it slammed down from a high place in front of you, and the broken glass on the ground was dazzling and unsightly.

Even if you try to pick them up piece by piece, what you piece together is no longer a complete mirror, nor can you piece together the original appearance.

How bright and upright his appearance is, how dark is the shadow hidden in the corner without seeing the light all the year round.

This kind of contrast, the disillusionment of illusions, even a person who once liked him very much would not be able to accept it.

It's like being tricked.

Lied to her from beginning to end.

That's why when Jiang Chacha saw the real side of him, her reaction was so strong, and she felt so repulsed, and even felt a huge sense of disgust.

Because the expectations are too high, he will feel that he is despicable, and he is disgusting.

However, in front of him, Wen Huaizhi at this moment showed the most refined side of a young man.

She tightly clutched the notebook in her hand, and the way she looked at him became more and more indescribably strange.

She knew that her attitude towards Wen Huaizhi was getting more and more complicated.

Complicated feelings, like various seasonings knocked together, she lost the accurate sense of taste.

Realizing her gaze, he paused with his fingers pinching the pen, and the long eyes under the glasses looked over with a smile, his gaze was as gentle and tender as seeing a lover.

"teacher?"

I don't know if it's the scent of roses outside the window making trouble, and even his voice has become much more lingering.

She shook her head, then came over, holding the notebook in her hand, standing by his right hand, looking at the few English sentences he had just written.

She wanted to see if he made any grammatical mistakes.

But her hair was too long, and a head of straight black hair slipped smoothly from her shoulders, blocking her view.

So when she lowered her head and bent over, she had to slightly bend her slender fingers and hook the long hair on the side of her face behind her ears.

This kind of action undoubtedly has a fatal attraction to men.

It's like a man's most primitive fantasy and impulse towards a girl who can bring him dopamine secretion engraved in his DNA.

When Jiang Chacha did this action, she could feel that Wen Huaizhi's eyes seemed to be glued to her body, with a naked possessive desire in them, and she never moved away for a moment.

Realizing this, Jiang Chacha felt goosebumps all over her body for some reason.

Her fingers stiffened.

After being hooked behind her ears by the hair, she looked at him with black and white distinctness and simplicity, inside like a blank sheet of paper, her voice was puzzled and uneasy, "Xiao Huai, what's wrong?"

Her hands touched her face.

"Is there something dirty on the teacher's face?"

Wen Huaizhi responded with a smile, and said softly, "Yes."

what?
Jiang Chacha frowned, is there really something dirty?
She was just about to take out the mirror from her bag to take a look.

Suddenly, a hand stretched out in front of him.

The young man's hands are thin and have obvious blue veins. The temperature is as cool as the wind, and the fingertips are dry, because there is a thin layer of calluses from writing all the year round.

Just like that, the fingers landed on her eyelids with fatal tenderness.

The cool touch made people feel that his movements were particularly light, as if he was caring carefully, like a petal fell.

Jiang Chacha's breathing was slightly stagnant, and she couldn't help closing her eyes.

His fingers moved gradually down from her eyelids.

Even with her eyes closed, Jiang Chacha could feel his burning gaze.What he showed at this time was not the usual gentleness and refinement, every inch of his eyes had a special sense of presence, as if he was invading the territory.

It made her heart skip a beat.

The faint scent of flowers blowing in from the window seemed to have sprayed a layer of ambiguous rose water into the room, and people's emotions became confused under the volatilization of this scent.

Jiang Chacha felt that his fingertips on her face were gradually heating up.

Her eyelashes, like the thin wings of a butterfly, fluttered slightly.

Also touched his fingers.

It seemed to be touched by the soft touch of her eyelashes, piercing the pure and ambiguous atmosphere, and the desire swelled accordingly, and got in unscrupulously, like a huge greedy stomach, which could not be satisfied no matter what.

The off-the-shoulder pink top she was wearing at the time was cute and sexy.

Her neck and shoulders form a beautiful and charming line, forming a landscape of its own.Like a snow-capped land, with icy muscles and bones, and in her deep collarbone, there is a gentle lake with a cold fragrance flowing quietly.

At that time, his eyes deepened.

It was as if a tight thread had been snapped suddenly, out of control.

He suddenly approached, his superior nose approached her soft long hair hanging on her chest.

He seemed to be buried on her neck, but he kept a distance with restraint, and the tip of his nose didn't even touch her hair.

Under the glasses, the gentle eyes are tender and restrained.

"Teacher smells so good."

——Letter from the author
The main thing is the sense of atmosphere.