I, the villainous female lead, wear many hats

She ignored his cold gaze.

She doesn't seem to be shaken by anyone, she only does her own thing, and she will keep doing what she is determined to do, sticking to her heart.

In front of this retro flower-carved arched window, a girl wearing a black student uniform half-kneeled in front of him, her slender snow-white calf snuggling tightly next to his trousers.

Wen Huaizhi's black pupils shrank.

However, the girl in front of her didn't seem to be aware of his rage, she still lowered her eyes and carefully wiped away the undried blood from the corner of his mouth bit by bit.

Under the moonlight, her eyelashes were like a black forest, and her eyes, which were dotted with stars in the night, looked like a winding stream.

Wen Huaizhi stared at her so hard that the edges of his eye sockets began to turn red.

In the end, he seemed to be deprived of all his strength, and his fingers were loosened from her collar one by one, like a broken wrist, and he fell heavily.

He fell dead silent.

Mostly I still can't bear the hurdle in my heart.

Not long after, when she was about to continue wiping him with a handkerchief, he turned his face away noblely and coldly, with cold eyes.

The moonlight penetrating through the glass made his profile look like a sculpture, with perfect lines but cold alienation.

It seems that no one can walk into his heart.

Jiang Chacha was not hurt by his alienation, she just wanted to finish this matter and leave.

She pinched the handkerchief, as if she was afraid of his pain, and gently wiped the corners of his mouth.

Sincere and unaffected actions can most easily overthrow the defenses of others.

Only his profile from her angle was under the moonlight, while most of his face was silently plunged into darkness.

No one knew, his pupils shrank violently in the dark, and he clenched and clenched his hands hanging on the ground, leaving deep marks on his palms, as if they were going to be imprinted in his heart forever.

After wiping off the blood stains from the corner of his mouth, Jiang Chacha took a look at him, then found a medicine box and came over.

Still half kneeling in front of him, using medical alcohol to disinfect the wound on his body.

Although he still turned his face away coldly and arrogantly, he didn't resist much anymore.He was silent, letting her raise his arm without saying a word.

Ginger tea doesn't take care of people.She could only touch his wound lightly with a cotton ball, and then asked him cautiously: "Does it hurt? I didn't hurt you, did I?"

However, the man still sank half of his body into the shadows, his side face was horribly blue and bruised, his thin lips in the darkness were always pursed, and he never said a word.

Don't say it.

Jiang Chacha lowered her head, disinfected him bit by bit, and then bandaged him briefly.

After being silent for an unknown amount of time, the man in the darkness finally moved. He looked over and landed on the girl in front of him.

The lights in the room were not turned on, and under the retro arched window, she half-kneeled in front of him, lowered her head, and carefully treated his wounds, and with her movements, her long hair fell from her delicate shoulders.

The moonlight fell on her like frost in the dark night, and her fairy-like curly hair was shining. For a moment, she was a bit like an angel descending on his window to heal his wounds, instead of like In the past countless cold days and nights, he licked his wounds alone in this corner.

He has been silent.

After 10 minutes, the wound was all bandaged.

Jiang Chacha covered the medicine box, and when she turned her head, she saw that he still gave her a cold profile.

She was very calm, and her speech did not have the usual gunpowder flavor, but she spoke to him patiently, regardless of whether he would sneer at her in turn.

"Then I'll leave first. If you don't come tomorrow, I'll take care of your matters first on behalf of the president. Presumably the president won't say that I've skipped the rank."

Seeing that he still didn't speak, Jiang Chacha stood up slowly, with a gentle voice, "Then President, I'll be leaving first."

I was about to say "Take care of yourself", but after thinking about it, I shouldn't have said this sentence.

Anyone who has just been embarrassed and humiliated should not say this in front of them.

This is not a good time.

This will only irritate them, and they will feel that others are just sympathizing with him and pity him.

And people hate others to sympathize with themselves.

That's a kind of condescension.

What's more, Wen Huaizhi is so arrogant and self-respecting.

So she didn't say anything, just glanced at him, then gently closed the door and left, leaving this private space to him again.

Hearing the sound of closing the door, the man sitting on the ground still didn't move, he still kept his original movements, with his eyes downcast, like a puppet that didn't wind up.

In the room where the lights were not turned on, his figure cast a long shadow on the floor, and when it was illuminated by the moonlight, it was like frost, cold to the bone.