I, the villainous female lead, wear many hats

The tenderness that Wen Huaizhi showed at this time was nothing short of fantasy to Jiang Chacha.

So she twisted her arms harder.

"Ah, it hurts!"

There was another cold sound in her ear.

"what are you doing?"

A thick shadow was covering his face, and when he frowned, the sense of oppression came to him again.

At this moment, it looked like the Wen Huaizhi she was familiar with before.

Jiang Chacha breathed a sigh of relief, "That's right..."

This is the Wen Huaizhi she knew, isn't it?

Wen Huaizhi's eyes quietly reflected her shadow, he frowned again, and then gently patted away her "self-mutilating" hand that twisted her arm.

Jiang Chacha said to herself: "So I was blind just now, right?"

"Wen Huaizhi can't be so gentle."

"If this is possible, then I must be dreaming..."

Across the window sill, looking down at her, Wen Huaizhi seemed to have a very shallow smile on his face, like a flash in the pan, so strange that Jiang Chacha was afraid that if she blinked, the dream in front of her would burst like a bubble.

The last light left by the setting sun in the evening has disappeared, and the night is shrouded. Jiang Chacha can no longer see his face clearly. He only knows that his narrow-rimmed glasses reflect the cold light in the night. His jaw is lowered and his voice is suppressed. Light, as if you are trying to be seductive.

"How do you know if you're dreaming?"

Jiang Chacha was dumbfounded.

It might be that the shock was too great, which made her wonder if she was dreaming now. She raised her head and stared at him in bewilderment.

In the end, she reached out and snatched the gold-rimmed glasses from his face.

"Lend me your glasses and let me see your true face!"

She may have lost her mind for a while, and then she felt that wearing glasses could see the other person's face more clearly.

But she forgot that glasses have prescriptions, and those who don't fit them will feel dizzy and can't see clearly.

Therefore, Jiang Chacha only felt dizzy in front of her eyes and felt physically uncomfortable.

Wen Huaizhi lowered his head and glanced at her.

There seemed to be a clear low laugh in the wind, a slight numbness, like an electric current, Jiang Chacha felt that her ears were numb, crawling over like ants.

Before Jiang Chacha could react, he saw that under the night, his facial features seemed to be hidden in the mysterious and dark shadow, and there was a faint light from the street lamp far behind the teaching building, which made her see vaguely. Cleared the bridge of his nose, his charming jaw.

and slightly curved lips.

"It's not clear like that."

Before she could see his eyes clearly, she only felt the bridge of her nose lighten. The man leaned over and smiled, lowered his head, and lovingly took away the glasses she was wearing on his face with two fingers.

The dizziness in front of him seemed to be delayed and had not completely dissipated.

"Can you see it clearly?"

The dizziness just now had gradually faded away, and a gust of cool air like the morning breeze gently blew on her lips again, and Wen Huaizhi's overly handsome and gentle face suddenly appeared in front of her at close range.

So, she fell into Wen Huaizhi's gentle eyes.

This was the first time she saw his face so clearly. He used to wear glasses, very gentle and gentle image of a schoolmaster.But now after he took off his glasses, Jiang Chacha realized that his face was so handsome.

Especially his eyes, which are even more affectionate and seductive when he smiles. If he takes another look, Jiang Chacha will suspect that he will accidentally fall into the whirlpool inside.

It turned out that after the man took the glasses, he gently closed the temples between his fingers, and then suddenly leaned over.

Jiang Chacha heard her heart beating suddenly faster because of nervousness.

She thought, perhaps it was because the sky was too dark, or because she hadn't eaten dinner yet and her head was a little dizzy, Wen Huaizhi's eyes mistakenly saw a touch of absurd pampering.

But at that time, she was so surprised that she lost her voice, and the amount of information in her brain was too much, so that she missed the opportunity to reply to him.

As for Wen Huaizhi, he just lowered his eyes and smiled gently at her for a few seconds, then stepped back with his upper body to reach the most suitable social distance.

Then, the smile on his face disappeared, and Jiang Chacha even wondered if it was just a dream for a short time.

His gentleness is like a beautiful bubble, poking it and disappearing in the sun.

When he regained his senses, he saw that Huaizhi had already returned to the balcony, and he was lazily leaning there, continuing to blow the evening wind.

The wind blew the corners of his clothes to bulge.

Without a little light, his back at night is also full of mystery, just like the night itself, indistinct, and just like his character, it is impossible to figure it out.

Jiang Chacha was lying on the window sill, looking at the hem of his clothes flying in the wind, and as she watched, an incredible conjecture floated in her mind.

This conjecture is like a snowball in the snow, rolling down the cliff, and then getting bigger and bigger.

So she stared at his back, and she suddenly asked, "Wen Huaizhi, you don't like me, do you?"