I, the villainous female lead, wear many hats

Chapter 271 Respiratory Disorders
Her small body leaned against the wall, and his approach silently pushed her into the corner.

His gaze was indifferent, as if he could easily see through her exhaustion, he put his finger on her forehead, but he let his body temperature come over bit by bit.

He made an action that was in complete contrast to his indifferent appearance.

Jiang Chacha's heart was poked violently at that time.

On the verge of collapse, suddenly someone cared so much about her, caring about her little emotions.

She moved her eyes away in a panic, "No, I don't have a fever."

"fine."

"Probably a fever."

"No, it's just a little uncomfortable."

She was out of tune, obviously not in the right state.

He took his hand away from her forehead and just stared at her silently.

He stood in front of him, blocking most of the light, so that when she looked at him, his face became unreal, like an illusory fog, and his eyes were the silent swamp below.

His shoulders are like a wide field.

Just when Bian Jichen had a panoramic view of his emotions, the girl in front of him suddenly looked at him pitifully.

"Can I borrow your shoulder to lean on?"

She was not provocative at all, her eyes were innocent, and he could see that she was really just too tired, so he wanted to lean on his shoulder.

He moved his thin lips to restrain the undercurrent in his eyes.

"it is good."

He agreed, so Jiang Chacha didn't feel pretentious at all, and just leaned her head lightly on his shoulder, only her head resting on it, and the rest of her body didn't lean on him at all.

She tried to keep her distance from him.

He still had the cold breath of cedar, and she breathed on him bit by bit, feeling relieved.

She suddenly felt that everything could be forgiven.

Jiang Chacha leaned her forehead on his shoulder like this for 3 minutes.

Like briefly charging for 3 minutes.

When the time was up, Jiang Chacha left from his shoulders, and she suddenly realized that she was the owner of this house, and after he came in as a guest, she didn't treat him well.

"Student Bian, do you want tea?"

"it is good."

There are still a lot of precious tea left by the original owner in the house.But she has never drank it, she has only so little time, how can she sit down and sip tea slowly.

Speaking of tea, he spent ten years of his life in the UK. She remembered that the UK also liked drinking tea, but...it seemed to be black tea?

So she brought Bian Jichen to the small dining room outside the kitchen, and turned her back to him, rummaging around to find the black tea.

But Bian Jichen glanced at her, maybe he felt thirsty, so he turned around, going to pour the water on the table.

The system was stunned.

【Host, Bian Jichen is going to drink some water. 】

"I know, let him drink, my water is not poisoned."

Even if poison is to be poisoned, it can only be that dog Wen Huaizhi.

【…】

The system was silent for a few seconds.

【No, you still have your roses on the table. 】

Jiang Chacha was still looking down at things.

Hearing what the system said, she muttered for a while.

What rose, what happened to the rose?
The thought only appeared in her mind for a moment.

A moment later, her body stiffened instantly as if she had just been electrocuted.

roses...

Isn't that the bunch of little white rabbits?
Jiang Chacha turned her head in an instant.

Bian Jichen walked to the table, and saw the white roses in the vase on the white tablecloth still stuck in it.

Although the little white rabbit was raised very well by her a while ago, after a long time, it inevitably withered.

The edges of the white petals have begun to turn yellow. This flower is just like her, it is so pitiful.

And she was too busy, it had withered a little, but every time she saw it, she didn't bother to throw it away.

She never thought that Bian Ji Chen would suddenly come to Qiu Huating one night.

And Bian Jichen was standing by the table right now, pinching the glass with his slender fingers, and stretched out his hand, wanting to take a kettle and pour water into it.

I just don't know if he noticed the roses in the vase...

The roses he sent...

Jiang Chacha sat stiffly on the sofa, she swallowed.

She couldn't help but take chances.

Bian Jichen shouldn't be able to recognize the difference between rose varieties, right?A lot of boys are like this. At first glance, they should only think that they are ordinary roses, right?

She was worried and wanted to find affirmation from the system.

"Bian Jichen shouldn't recognize him, right?"

【…】

[Do you think that a person sitting in a restaurant waiting for you for two hours, next to this bouquet of little white rabbits, is not pure red or pure white roses, but white, with a light pink heart, so obvious Do you think that Bian Jichen, who sat there waiting for you for two hours, would not recognize it? 】

"..." Jiang Chacha fell silent.

The jug is placed next to the vase.

So just when Bian Jichen was about to reach out to pick up the kettle, Jiang Chacha rushed over before he could touch it, and stopped in front of him immediately.

Damn, she's too short, as long as he wants, Bian Jichen can easily see the vase behind her.

So she gritted her teeth, kicked on the ground, and sat directly on the table with her buttocks.

Bian Jichen's movement to drink water was interrupted by her.

He looked gentle and precious, his sleeves were rolled up, and his fingers were holding the water glass, as if he was puzzled by her behavior, he glanced at her from the corner of his eye, and then stretched out his hand, trying to go around her, Fingers reach for the jug.

Ginger tea:! ! ! !
She bit her lip.

No, then he will see the roses.

In an emergency, she suddenly stretched out her two arms.

She was sitting on the table in a white lace nightgown like this, her calf was lying in the air like this, and a snow-white toe accidentally touched his pants.And she wrapped her arms around his neck like this, using her body to block his backward sight.

But when she was in a hurry, she used too much force and wrapped her arms around his neck, forcing his upper body to lean towards her.

The light above the head was soft, like a faint veil falling on the two of them.

For a moment, the two people's eyes were glued together, and even their breathing became disordered.

Her thin white sling also slipped off one shoulder.

(End of this chapter)