Professor Wen, your little workman is sweet and wild

Wen Siheng narrowed his eyes and said, "I know you are not that kind of person."

Being seen through, Jian Anran seemed a little unhappy, her tone became worse and worse, and she deliberately asked: "What kind?"

He did not answer immediately, and Wen Siheng was not sure what his state of mind was. He stepped forward, and the soles of the hard leather shoes collided regularly with the weathered and damaged tiles on the roof, making crisp knocking sounds.

Jian Anran's tone became urgent, "What do you want to do? What kind of person can you talk about?"

It even gave him the feeling of a seven-step poem. The other party's violently shaking eyes and increasingly trembling voice gave him a sense of oppression that he would be able to recover within seven steps.

If you can't answer...

It didn't matter to him, but to her, Wen Siheng knew that she would be nervous, restless, and think a lot.

She will wonder if she still can't let her go, and she will wonder if everything she has done is trying to keep her.

She will start to think about what she should do to get out of trouble, and she will worry about whether she has done something ambiguous and misunderstood. She will toss and turn like this until the next few nights, and she will …

"Boom -" Wen Siheng's footsteps stopped one meter away.

She couldn't control her excessive internal friction, so Wen Siheng wanted to avoid doing anything that might cause her internal friction.

After a long silence, Wen Siheng suddenly said: "You are not a person who will give up."

Jian Anran laughed without holding back, "What are you doing? Are you going to start talking to me about chicken soup? I didn't come to the rooftop to ask for others to cheer me up."

Completely different from Jian Anran, Wen Siheng seemed to be very serious, with a serious look on his face, "You are not a person who will give up. At most, you can avoid the problem temporarily."

For example, whether it's replying to other people's messages, Jian Anran has to wait for a long time before replying to messages that she doesn't want to reply to, that she doesn't like, or that she hates.

When she had nothing to do, she could actually see the message immediately every time. But she just didn't want to reply for a while, or was too lazy to reply, so she simply closed the window and hid in her "turtle shell" "Here, hide for a long time.

But after all, the work had to continue, and the study had not been completed. After procrastinating again and again, she finally had to turn on her mobile phone and computer, and wrote a long paragraph against her will to express her serious attitude towards her work.

Wen Siheng looked at her with hatred. His eyes were like some kind of human X-ray machine, looking at the essence through phenomena.

Jian Anran whispered, "It's so annoying."

After saying that, she turned around and put her hands on the fence on the top floor again, overlooking the green campus that she had temporarily stepped on.

The sky was getting dark, and the light under the stairwell was almost not enough. Wen Siheng said, "Why don't you go back? It's getting darker and darker, and it will get colder later..."

Before he could react, the person in front of her who had been facing away from her suddenly turned around. She took a step closer and stood on tiptoes. Wen Siheng felt a warmth on his shoulder, and Jian Anran put her hand on his shoulder.

She squinted her eyes and smiled, "I really miss it."

Wen Siheng was a little frightened, "What...?"

What is she missing?
Are they missing the time when they could have long conversations?Still miss the skin-to-skin contact they used to have so freely, or...