I, the villainous female lead, wear many hats

Chapter 521

In the past, the sense of oppression that Wen Huaizhi brought to her was like the raindrops falling on the window in a rainstorm. It was brutal and merciless, leaving no space for you to breathe until you suffocated to death.

The fear of Wen Huaizhi overwhelmed her again.

She only knew that if she spoke again, she might not even know how she died.

So Jiang Chacha decisively closed her mouth.

Her chin was still pinched by him, and his slightly cold fingers fell on her delicate skin, like cold snake skin, making her shiver uncontrollably.

She cursed secretly, why did she provoke Wen Huaizhi when she was fine.

Wen Huaizhi seems to be very interested, his eyes are still smiling, he looks down, looking at every inch of her face, this place is like his back garden on a midsummer night, it is his private territory, he can pick and choose it as he pleases red roses.

Seeing her shut up, she remained silent.

Wen Huaizhi's jaw muscles stretched gently like water waves, and his noble face showed an expression of being pleased.

He lowered his head again, as if he wanted to whisper some secret words of love to her, his voice became affectionate, and even the breath in his mouth that fell on her ears was as warm as drinking.

"good."

He pampered her head with his hands, very lightly, but Jiang Chacha felt that her scalp was getting goosebumps.

Getting too close, his cold white chin lightly brushed against her hair, as if fascinated by the fragrance here, staying here intentionally.

He lowered his eyelids, looking affectionately at her pearly white earlobes.

He touched her head slowly with his fingers.

His long eyes smiled again, the smile was gentle and soft, but the voice was cold.

"I don't like people talking nonsense in front of me."

After speaking, he let go of his hand in disgust, and his face was raised noblely in the night, as proud as daffodils by the pool.

It seems that her hair feels dirty when touched.

Behind the window sill, the girl standing seemed to be irritated by what he did, with almost no expression on her face.

"Then the president will treat me as nonsense."

With his back to the window sill, Wen Huaizhi, who was looking at the sky, only heard footsteps coming from behind him, and the footsteps stopped when he approached the door, followed by a slap.

The door was slammed shut by her.

The wind brought by the girl's vigorous slamming of the door seemed to blow all the way to the balcony and onto him.

Wen Huaizhi's back froze.

But it is also like the water pattern on the lake surface in autumn, after a slight rippling, it disappears without a trace, the water surface is as calm as a mirror, and Wen Huaizhi's mind is as hidden as a dead lake.

After she left, a bird screamed outside and landed on the top floor of the opposite teaching building, and the balcony returned to the cold and lonely place it was at the beginning.

The man's hand rested on the guardrail, as if he absorbed the temperature of the guardrail, and finally the iron on it carried the warmth of the human body, while his palm remained a barren coldness.

After a long time, the hand on the guardrail left.

A slender figure came to the window sill silently.

At night when the power was out, he saw the world after his eyesight had diminished, and the surroundings were quiet, as if he could hear the empty wind in his heart.

Wen Huaizhi stood silently on the window sill like a tree that had lost its sunlight and water, his face under the gold-rimmed glasses was very gentle, but his eyes were gloomy with a bit of desolation.

With the moonlight behind him, he saw a wine red water glass on the windowsill.The hostess of the water glass has already left in a rage.Its retro color, smooth texture, the tea in it is already cold, it stays alone on the windowsill, and even the surrounding atmosphere is empty.

Wen Huaizhi's eyes slowly moved down.

Through the moonlight, he saw a faint lipstick mark on the edge of the water glass.

He seemed to be able to imagine how the owner of the water glass drank the water with thick and soft eyelashes, and how the petal-like red lips gently stuck to the rim of the glass, and then drank the tea inside bit by bit.

In a trance, the girl suddenly opened her eyelids, and smiled at him mischievously and provocatively, her eyes were shining, full of sly and beautiful eyes.

Wen Huaizhi frowned fiercely.

When he came back to his senses, he realized that his lips were already wet, and the sweet lipstick mark on the mouth of the cup was also shining with crystal water stains in the night, and he had already picked up the red water cup in his hand by a ghost.

It was as if something had stimulated Wen Huaizhi, who had always been calm and self-possessed.

The water glass was suddenly put back to its original position heavily, and there was no one on the balcony, only a few drops of warm water splashed on the window sill remained.

(End of this chapter)