I, the villainous female lead, wear many hats

Chapter 334 Confession of Ritual Sense
The interior is quiet.

Ginger Chacha's spine was stiff.

Bian Jichen... is this telling her not to leave?
He was obviously cold, but he seemed to be very fragile after falling asleep after having a fever.

Jiang Chacha turned around hesitantly.

He was still asleep.

His face is too handsome to be real.

The only difference from before was that his hand hanging in the air held her wrist still.

Originally, Jiang Chacha thought he was awake, but she heard his shallow breathing.

...So he was talking in his sleep.

From the looks of it, what I should have was not a good dream.

He frowned slightly.

After waiting for a long time, there was no tendency for him to let go of her wrist.

Ginger tea:?

It's still a tight grip.

Well, it doesn't seem too good for the maid to be like the young master, right? !
She is an independent and sober woman in the new era, rejecting such unspoken rules!

So, she tried to struggle with her wrist lightly.

As a result, the more she struggled, Bian Jichen's big hand was like a piece of iron, and his fingers gripped more firmly.

Why is it still like glue! !

Jiang Chacha couldn't believe that she couldn't deal with a sleeping man!
This is how the desire to win and lose comes up.

She gritted her teeth and pulled her hand out hard.

As a result, an unexpected scene came.

Bian Jichen suddenly grasped her slender wrist with five fingers, and exerted the opposite force on her. He pulled slightly with his fingers.

Jiang Chacha suddenly threw herself on him.

Came to a cold embrace.

She was shocked.

The maid is lying on the bed with the young master? ?Not so good? ! !
It's like that, like porn...

She suddenly fell on top of him, and the weight was on top of him. The young man just let out a low hum, and his brows gradually loosened.

When Jiang Chacha was still brainstorming, his hand suddenly wrapped around her waist, adjusted her comfortable position, and then continued to sleep.

Ginger tea:? ? ?

She is messy.

Her head was forcibly buried on his chest like this, and she seemed to be able to hear the strong heartbeat underneath through the thin cloth.

Her face flushed like a ripe peach.

She gradually realized that Bian Jichen seemed to regard her as a Samoyed dog.

Treat her like Xiaoba.

But the posture she rushed over just now was a bit embarrassing and sloppy, her hair fell messily on his shoulders, and a strand of it fell on his lips, but his eyelids were closed, his broad and warm chest heaved and heaved, and his breathing was calm.

Her body was stiff, and she fell into his arms in a strange and awkward posture. Only when she threw herself into his arms could she realize how long his limbs were and how broad his chest was.

She only occupies a small part of his arms.

His breath lingered in front of her nose, and she felt that she was wrapped in his smell, even breathing would make her blush and her heart beat.

When she struggled, the man would frown, and the hands around her waist would only tighten more and more, making her body cling closer to his.

In the end, she didn't dare to move anymore, so she could only give up struggling.

The face she buried on his chest was almost ripe and would be steaming.

However, this was also the first time she had observed him so closely.

Never had it before.

Because he fell asleep, Jiang Chacha became more courageous.

Her eyelashes trembled, and she looked over.

I have never seen such a perfect face, every stroke is uncanny, as if it is God's grace to the world.

Jiang Chacha recalled his past in England.

No wonder, she always felt that his temperament was different from ordinary people.

In this quiet afternoon, the cold boy lay on the bed with her in his arms and slept for a long time.

His cold breath mixed with the high body temperature after the fever, bit by bit against her skin, especially his hands on her waist seemed to be warming up vaguely.

There was a little sweat on her neck, and her black hair was wet.

When Bian Jichen first woke up from the dream, it was already dark, and the lights in the living room were not turned on, only a little cold fragrance remained in his arms, which was deeply rooted.

Just waking up with a headache, the man under the dim light sat on the sofa with his hands on his forehead, frowning slightly coldly.

Confusion during fever.

He vaguely remembered that he seemed to hold her in his arms absurdly as the vice president.

His eyes turned cold, and his eyebrows furrowed even tighter.

Suddenly, through the sliver of moonlight falling in from the window, he saw a strand of girl's hair left between his fingers, entwined around his fingers.

He raised his hands, palms spread.

He watched for a long time.

Because of the familiar faint fragrance on her body.

He also smelled it on her body when he kissed the vice president that night.

It caused her to open her wet eyes in shock in the dark, and pushed him to struggle weakly and softly, causing her to look at him with a flushed face in disbelief.

Bian Jichen lowered his eyelids, his eyes darkened, and he closed his fingers silently, as if he wanted to crush the woman's hair.

He didn't seem to know his maid at all.

The figure under the darkness sat on the sofa for a long time. After that, he unlocked his phone and checked the logistics of a foreign package.

A parcel from overseas has just passed through customs.

The parcel is Mrs. Fisher's favorite and most expensive antique gemstone necklace, which was given to her granddaughter by her past grandmother, the queen.

——I am like a tropical cyclone born on the Pacific Ocean. I blow up the wind and rain with great fanfare. Only the tree you are trapped in is still quiet and lonely.

He wanted to make a ceremonial confession to his first love, his passionate secret love like a subtropical typhoon passing by as a teenager.

(End of this chapter)