I, the villainous female lead, wear many hats

Bian Jichen glanced at her short blonde hair.

Then he looked back lightly.

Jiang Chacha's footsteps were not disturbed at all, she glanced at him quietly from the corner of her eye, and after making sure that she didn't attract his attention at all, she walked into the door and quickly pressed the button for the stairs.

After entering her house, the first second after the door closed, Jiang Chacha tore off her blond hair in a panic. She didn't want to care about it when the wig just fell on the ground, but she couldn't worry about it anyway. They all ran away, and ran back to pick it up again.

Her head was several times bigger, and she was about to panic to death.

Although she didn't know why Bian Jichen returned to Qiu Huating, even though she didn't know the purpose of his trip, there was a very strong thought in her mind——

He came to find her.

So regardless of 21, she quickly took off the wig, changed the men's suit on her body, and took off her makeup in a hurry.

Just after changing into her pajamas, she was still facing the mirror, messing up her curly hair, creating a messy beauty that had just woken up.

She just glanced at the monitor in a panic.

Sure enough, 10 minutes ago, Bian Jichen rang the doorbell several times at her door, and when he found no one was there, he ran downstairs.

It seems to be waiting for her to come back downstairs.

But she really couldn't figure it out, why didn't he just send her a message?

What is Bian Jichen thinking?
This would really catch her off guard.

Not long after she had just changed her clothes, Jiang Chacha heard the doorbell and came very quickly.

She already knew in her heart that it was him, so after she took a deep breath, she pushed open the door.

The next second after she pushed the door open, she entered the state in seconds, her back leaned against the door panel in an instant, and then put the back of her hand on her forehead, looking like she was just recovering from a serious illness.

Bian Jichen's cool gaze fell on him like this.

He was silent for a while.

"You are at home?"

He rang the doorbell many times just now, but no one came to answer the door.

When ginger tea tea is not wearing lipstick, the lip color is lighter.Now she is pretending to be pitiful, and with her snow-white skin, she looks really weak and pitiful.

She put her hand on her forehead, and smiled palely, "I'm not feeling well, I've been sleeping all afternoon, until night."

Her voice gradually weakened.

"I heard the doorbell just now... I also want to get up and open the door, but I really don't have the strength... Just getting up from the bed, I felt dizzy..."

"It took me a long time to slow down."

"Sorry, classmate Bian."

When she said this, she seemed to have been soaked in water mist, her black eyelashes half covered her wet eyes, and she looked towards him.

Bian Jichen didn't have any fluctuations in his heart because of her eyes.

He is like a thousand-year-old cold well, throwing down a stone, there may not even be an echo.

He lowered his eyes, and his slightly cold eyes swept over.

He actually didn't know why he came to her again.

He is not angry.

Knowing that he unilaterally asked her out that time, so she didn't come, he was just disappointed at best.

And this layer of disappointment will eventually ferment into other things.

He restrained himself from contacting her any more.

I thought I could restrain my desire to meet her.

But I never thought that the more restrained, the more rebellious the soul will be.

Under the transition of every late night, missing has developed a deep-seated habit, and the impulse to see her always ferments to another peak every late night.

Xu is the boy's first heartbeat, the purer and purer the purpose, the more reason he can't suppress.

It's like a heavy rain, after the heavy rain, the wind doesn't stop, the leaves of the trees are still shaking, like the ancient bell in the temple being hit again and again, and the ripples on the lake are rippling layer upon layer.

That was the echo from his heart lake.

He looked at her silently.

She was wearing a white silk pajamas with suspenders, and she came out with bare feet, the texture of silk, her skin seemed to have a cream-like smoothing effect.

She seemed to have just woken up from the bed, her curly hair was slightly messy, not as delicate as usual.

And she seemed to be as she said.Her face was very pale, her brows were slightly frowned, and she looked listless. Even her normally red lips seemed to have been wet by a rainstorm, turning pale and colorless.

Seeing that he was silent, she lowered her head and whispered "I'm sorry" again.

"Including the incident last time..."

She silently added another sentence, fluttering her eyelashes several times.

When she bowed her head, it made her soft neck even more, and the dazzling cold white made people feel a little hallucinatory, as if they could smell the fragrance of her neck.

After Jiang Chacha finished speaking, he ignored her again, which made her feel very awkward for a while.

Her sensitive heart actually made her feel a little embarrassed.

Bian Jichen lowered his eyes and looked at her for a long time.

Finally, his body moved.

He turned around.

Jiang Chacha clenched her hands tightly.

When she thought he was going to leave like this, he bent down, picked up the bag at the door, walked past her, and walked in.

Only then did Jiang Chacha notice the bag in his hand.

He carried the bag in each hand.

It turns out that one bag is snacks, and the other is...

It seems to be food?
Looking over, she saw green vegetable leaves, and she also saw tomatoes.

Jiang Chacha's eyes suddenly couldn't move away from him.

After taking two steps, his figure stopped, and his eyes slightly turned towards her.

His voice is weak.

"May I come inside?"

Jiang Chacha was stunned, and nodded quickly after realizing it, "Of course, of course!"

He just walked into her kitchen.

I don't know why, maybe he was dressed casually today, and he was still carrying a shopping bag, which made her feel that he was a special "home" today.

This sense of home softened his cold facial features, and the yellowish light fell on his body at night, no matter how cold a person was, the edges and corners of his body would melt like spring snow.

Jiang Chacha never expected to see such a scene as Bian Jichen.

Is he transsexual?
With bare feet, Jiang Chacha leaned against a wall behind her.

But she was in no mood to think about it.

Because she was really tired, the hateful Cheng Hao was assassinated again today, which caused her to exercise a lot today, and her mental state is not good recently.

Let her not want to think about other things.

So much so that Bian Jichen's visit this time didn't make her have much mood swings.

In addition to what happened to the two last time, it was also very embarrassing...

The magnetic field between the two has become subtle.

Jiang Chacha lowered her eyes.

She couldn't help but think of the picture when he kissed her.

But when I think about it again tonight, I don't feel my heart beating faster, but feel tired.

After she entered the game, she was always thinking about how to complete the task quickly. In fact, her nerves were tense almost every day.

She heard Bian Jichen putting ingredients into the refrigerator in the kitchen, but she didn't raise her eyes to look at him at all.

On a sultry summer night, the air-conditioning in the house is fully turned on.

At this moment, she stepped on the ground with bare feet, like stepping on jade, and felt a piece of ice cold.

Her calves were swaying idly like this, and the hem of the skirt slid down her thighs with her movements. She lowered her eyes and stared at her feet like this.

She tried to use this small body movement to distract herself, so that she would not be so irritable.

Suddenly, at the moment she was in a trance, a figure enveloped her, covering her from head to toe, and she felt that the lights in her vision became dim.

Before she could react, his unique breath penetrated into her nostrils in the dark environment, occupying her perception of smell.

He was so tall that when he looked at her, he had to lean over to look at her with a cold jaw line.

When she raised her eyes to look at him, that slightly cool hand was suddenly placed gently on her forehead, with the fingertips against her skin.

"Have a fever?"

His thin white eyelids were drooping, his words fell behind, his dark eyes were staring at her deeply, like a magnet, attracted to her body coldly and devotedly.