I, the villainous female lead, wear many hats

Under the bright crystal lamp.

A snow-white lace skirt was lying quietly on the table, and the light fell on it, highlighting its delicacy even more.

Jiang Chacha stretched out her hand and stroked it.

Incredibly soft to the touch.

Moreover, these laces look like handmade products many years ago, exquisite and complicated, like antiques, rather than a close-fitting nightdress, it is better to say that it is a work of art.

When Jiang Chacha touched it, she couldn't help thinking, is this really something she can afford?

This was Wen Huaizhi who opened the door just now and brought it in again, saying that it was the pajamas that someone had prepared for her.

I have to say that he is very caring, maybe any girl will be overwhelmed by his gentleness.

Later, she thought about it, the highest level of luxury rooms like the presidential suite, she wished to treat them like gods, there would definitely be pajamas for the guests, so they didn't need to worry.

So Wen Huaizhi didn't need to prepare pajamas for her at all.

She checked the weather forecast.

Been in the bathroom for a long time.

Just don't want to.

Most of the space in the living room is plunged into darkness, and only the closer to the living room can the outline become clearer.

Jiang Chacha suddenly became ill.

Jiang Chacha picked up a notebook and read it.

do not know why……

She raised the glasses on her face.

I don't know if it was her illusion, but she always felt that this dress was very suitable for Wen Huaizhi's liking, like his aesthetics.

At this time, her back was facing him, and she was holding a glass that reflected the moonlight in her hand. The light made her fingers more slender and fragile.

Anyway, it was almost midnight, and the bedroom had its own bathroom. If she didn't leave the bedroom all night, she wouldn't see Wen Huaizhi, so it should be safe.

After drying her hair and turning up the temperature of the air conditioner, she went to bed.

If there is really no other way, it is not impossible to wear makeup overnight.But this will arouse Wen Huaizhi's suspicion, right?

Jiang Chacha frowned, bit the bullet and removed her makeup, and then slowly finished the shower.

She became vigilant, who knew what he would do next.

Jiang Chacha sat up, hugged the pillow in her arms, and bit her lip.

Call him romantic, it's better to say he's pathologically paranoid.

Ginger tea:? ? ?

Jiang Chacha did what she said, and she got out of bed numbly.

Should work.

Ginger Chacha's scalp tingled when he heard it.

But the moonlight is very weak, and we can't expect it to shine brightly.

"What does the teacher think?"

No, she has to hold back.

After locking it, she checked it several times, and after making sure it was correct, she went to bed, sat on the bed and reviewed it, and used it to pass the time.

As a miserable high school student, she is now reviewing high school knowledge just like him.

She opened the book and cleared her throat.

She originally wanted to hold back and fall asleep, but she was so thirsty that she couldn't fall asleep at all...

When she spoke seriously, he raised his eyelids slightly and listened seriously.

It's just, what should I do about her makeup removal! ! !

Her pure black long hair was hanging softly behind her, revealing a beautiful and cold white shoulder, and the thin suspenders of the nightgown were hanging on it, as if it would break when pinched, making it even more fragile.

So the two of them went about their own business.

And when you close your eyes, it's like you're thinking not to go to the bathroom, but it backfires, and your mind will think about it more and more.

Jiang Chacha scratched her hair irritably, wishing she could pull a few hairs down.

After staying in the living room for a short time, she found an excuse of school affairs and went back to the bedroom, and she also said good night to him, which meant that she would go to bed early tonight, tactfully hinting to him that tonight Don't bother her anymore.

"Why is the teacher here, don't you take a shower first?"

I really don't know how he can speak every word so harshly, and his voice is still gentle.

joke!This is what she pretended.

She washed her hands and walked out of the bathroom.

The exam is coming soon, and she has to race against time.

It's only past nine o'clock, and it's still early, so I can wash it later.

Then Wen Huaizhi... probably fell asleep, Jiang Chacha thought.

Wen Huaizhi suddenly asked her: "Teacher, what are you looking at?"

"..." If she didn't know his true nature, then she must be so moved that she was crying.

She hesitated.

But there is no water in her bedroom, the water is outside.

It was 11:30, and she hadn't taken a shower yet, and she was so tangled up there.

When you were playing Mind Game B, or when you were dating the male protagonists, Wen Huaizhi was definitely the one that left a deep impression on you.

So she tiptoed and sneaked out.

There was a loud noise when the toilet flushed behind me.

Only he can wear glasses so elegantly and tastefully.

On the open-air balcony, a man's figure obviously moved. Under the cold and frosty moonlight, his slender shadow landed in the living room, and then landed on the floor beside her feet.

So she smiled and agreed.

You feel that you are being taken care of by him and wrapped in a mass of love that is deep to the bone.

Not to mention anything else, when he treats her with this status, he is really kind.

She glanced at Wen Huaizhi warily, and didn't know what wonderful expression he would have on his face when he saw that the densely packed notebooks were actually high school biology notes.

And it's a typhoon day, where did he find this skirt? ?
This may be the mysterious power of the male protagonists in Yiyou or the president's article who are outside of science and normal logic.

Because she always felt that instead of saying that he loves her as a lover, it is better to say that he is an extreme ego, he is narcissistic, he loves the lover he imagined in his ideal, and what he loves more is himself.

Outside the window, the typhoon is passing by, and there are all kinds of sounds outside, such as the sound of heavy objects being rolled up by the strong wind, and the rustling of tree branches breaking, but these are all overwhelmed by the sound of wind and rain. Looking outside through the glass window, It was also a chaotic darkness, and it was raining heavily, making the night seem deeper.

Otherwise, don't unload it?Hold it until the next morning, and then quickly unload it when you go back?
After making up her mind, Jiang Chacha tossed and turned on the bed again, feeling uneasy.

She put down her skirt first, she didn't want to take a bath yet.

Jiang Chacha didn't change her face, and took out some things for tutoring from her bag, "It's still early, the teacher will wash it later, and now I will teach you English."

I can't, I'm really thirsty, I don't know what's going on tonight, my throat is so thirsty that it's about to smoke.

Since she can rest and still get her salary, why not do it?

Jiang Chacha moved and turned over again.

She can't sleep.

Jiang Chacha's stiff neck moved, and she turned her face slightly.

His perfection is reflected in his every detail.

She has never seen anyone who fits glasses better than him.

But Jiang Chacha felt at the time that she was deceived by the love illusion he carefully designed and lost herself in it.

So she turned on her phone and searched for the dangers of staying overnight with makeup on in the browser.

Jiang Chacha held the nightdress in her hand, gritted her teeth, and then walked into the bathroom. She finally chose to remove her makeup.

Jiang Chacha thought about it, she got up now, went outside to pour water, and then walked back, it shouldn't take a minute, right?
If she goes out for a minute, she should be fine, right?

Because she is very thirsty, thirsty, thirsty now...

He took a deep look at her and answered briskly, "OK."

Wen Huaizhi was standing on the balcony smoking a cigarette at this moment. When he saw her, he was startled for a moment. He took the sparkling cigarette away from his mouth. A cigarette, pinched loosely, indescribably loose.

Almost half an hour later, Jiang Chacha heard the sound of a shower coming from the next bedroom.

He saw her beautiful, slender legs, and her finely powdered ankles.

The more Jiang Chacha thinks, the bigger her head becomes.

At five o'clock in the morning, the rain will become lighter. She just needs to take a taxi and leave the hotel at that time while Wen Huaizhi is still sleeping.

Jiang Chacha pressed the button of the toilet, pretending that she was going to the toilet just now.

Wen Huaizhi, a top student, not only has concentration, but also self-control is far superior to ordinary people. He is notoriously perverted. When he does one thing, he is rarely distracted.

Overthinking will only annoy you more.

Wen Huai smiled, "Teacher, are you tired?"

Should not be ah.

After entering the bedroom, the first thing Jiang Chacha did was to turn around and lock it.

As a result, he didn't play cards according to common sense.

She also picked up the remote control and pressed it, and the dark green curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows automatically opened to both sides.

In fact, in the middle of the night, the typhoon deviated from the established route again, and the rain had stopped.

There has been no movement from the next room for a long time.

There had been no movement in Wen Huaizhi's room for several hours, it was dead quiet.

What I saw was the thick rain curtain again. The sound of the rain was very relaxing and depressing, but just looking at the heavy rain, the more I looked at it, the more depressing it became. Jiang Chacha simply pulled back the curtain.

At this time, a slightly hoarse voice suddenly appeared.

She looked at the words.

The moonlight shining through the glass of the balcony happened to fall on her lap. After adding the filter of pure desire, it was as beautiful as an oil painting, which made people unable to hold back their breath.

It was as if a huge nail had been driven into her body, and Jiang Chacha was fixed there. Starting from the soles of her feet, her body felt cold, and then gradually became stiff all over.

However, he prepared it, and this nightgown was made with great care.

She still doesn't know how to remove makeup...

He will carefully select skirts and high heels for you.Sometimes he is not satisfied, and even designs a skirt for you himself.

She came to the living room, and with the smallest strength in her life, she gently picked up the cup and poured water gently.

With a very standard and complete "Vice President" face, she gently opened the door without daring to turn on the light. By the light in her bedroom, she saw that the door of Wen Huaizhi's presidential room was closed tightly, so Slightly relieved.

But the rain seems to be a lot less.

In the presidential suite, however, the lights are bright, and the retro furniture combined with China and Europe is quiet, silently rendering a rich and luxurious atmosphere.

Forget it, let's take a step by step.

What are you doing!Are you so good! !
Wen Huaizhi didn't know what she was thinking. Amidst the noisy rain, his gentle voice could soothe all the anxiety in her heart, "The teacher usually teaches me English, so she must be very tired. I'm not at home now, my mother is not here By my side, I will give the teacher a holiday and take a day off."

Jiang Chacha felt that her words were a good one, and she hit the nail on the head!

She looked up with a question mark face.

Unable to hold back, she couldn't help but secretly took a sip first.

After hesitating for a moment, she walked over.

She experienced what it was like to have a heart attack for the first time.

Jiang Chacha picked up the nightdress with both hands, and frowned.

However, people go to bed at twelve o'clock, and now it's two o'clock, and she still has her eyes open.

She examined the dress carefully again.

Jiang Chacha sat on the sofa next to him.

Clogged pores, easy to induce acne, damage the skin, accelerate skin aging...

Wen Huaizhi stopped writing, and cast his gaze over, obviously it was a gentle gaze, but every time he looked at someone, the person being stared at would always feel an unspeakable pressure in his heart.

She tried to hear what was going on in the next room.

The living room was not lit, and the only source of light to illuminate his vision was the moon above his head behind him.

She hadn't had a drink of water for several hours, and after brushing her teeth, her throat was visibly drier and she wanted to drink more.

His gentle eyes fell on her.

The master bedroom is next door.

He has perfectionism and does not allow a little flaw to deviate from his ideal goal.

Wen Huaizhi heard the words, sat there with his long legs crossed, smiled at her warmly, and said nothing more.

The white lace nightdress is slim, unexpectedly, it fits her figure very well, the soft nightdress is close to her body, the skirt is very short, and the skirt reaches the thigh. It falls down obediently from the bottom .

"teacher?"

Not only did the rain stop, but a blurry moon rose under the thick dark clouds.

She looked at her phone.

"The teacher is reviewing the homework." She showed a very standard smile.

He will match you with the skirt and jewelry you will wear next time, on your next date.

Walking to the door of the living room, I saw that Huai Zhi, a top student, had already picked up a book and was reading it.

In the end, when he was talking about the composition, Jiang Chacha realized that he was distracted.

"I can give the teacher a day off."

Ginger tea:?

There is everything in the presidential suite, even makeup remover.

Even so, he still saw a figure of a woman standing by the bar, that was his English tutor.

And her lace skirt was illuminated by the moonlight, rippling with the luster of mermaid scales, so light that it seemed to bring people into dreams.

The damp water vapor brought by the typhoon has not dissipated.

The world is wet and shining with moonlight. Her shoulders, suspenders, and lace nightgown, under the veil-like moonlight, seem to be covered with a layer of glittering pearls.

Wen Huaizhi smiled, his peach blossom eyes squinted a line, and the folds formed were a little affectionate, and the color of the eyes that were originally as black as ink deepened even more.

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