The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me

   Chapter 354 Professor Antique's Belated Rebellion Period 58

   And all this, it only took only two seconds from the beginning to the end.

"Be careful.

   The indifferent voice, only half spit out, there is no follow-up.

   Ji Ning'an was completely stunned, her mind went blank, she just froze like that, raised her face slightly, and the panicked tea eyes reflected the eyebrows he looked down at her.

   The whole person is in a low-lying, staggering posture, and the blushing and soft lips are pressed against the man's cold, white and thin chin, almost kissing his thin lips.

The    is only a millimeter away, and even so, the nose tips are almost staggered, the breaths blend together, and the shallow heat lingers.

   collided with those eyes.

   In the dark tunnel and the galloping background, it seems like a framed picture of a movie, the outline of the hero enters the eyes, the details are a little blurred, and the silent ambiguity breeds.

   She subconsciously clenched his cool jacket tightly, just grabbed the black tie in a panic, the other hand supported his chest, the palm of the hand was slightly hard.

   The fingers are slender and the knuckles are white.

  Two young and unfamiliar bodies fit together in the dark, contaminated with each other's body temperature, the agarwood fragrance that had been looming became clear at this moment, showing irresistible aggression.

   At the moment when the girl turned upside down, Shi Jingnian caught her almost instinctively.

  's movements were steady, he didn't step back half an inch, but he didn't want her to crash into his arms. The sweet fragrance lingered in his breath for a moment. He opened his thin lips lightly, and as soon as he said it, there was no room for what he meant to remind her to pay attention to.

   The green and soft touch of the lower jaw was unexpected. For the first time, the quiet eyes like ancient wells showed signs of cracking, reflecting the appearance of a girl who was close at hand.

   The brush in his hand was knocked off by her, and the sketchbook also fell to the ground. It remained on the unfinished page and spread out quietly.

   The people in the painting are in classical Hanfu, clean and gentle.

   Ji Ning'an gave a startling glance, and saw the picture on the sketchbook in a hurry, the fingers holding the man's tie tightened and tightened, and for a while he forgot to step back.

   In a similar distance, you can clearly see his well-defined eyelashes, as well as his dark eyes that can't distinguish his emotions, like a mysterious vortex that **** people into it, unable to get out.

   There was continuous darkness outside the car window, everything was blurry and fleeting, and occasionally the headlights flashed, and she only saw his eyes.

The pose of    is too ambiguous, and it evokes infinite reverie, like a hug.

   The posture of the girl looking up, revealing the fragile neck, even the dark blue blood vessels, has a panoramic view, and the scenery is infinite, like a sacrifice.

   He and her looked at each other.

  's slender and powerful fingers slowly pinched Ji Ning'an's chin.

   There are thin calluses on the pulp of the finger, and the temperature is cold, which makes the girl's skin tremble slightly, her eyelashes tremble, her heartbeat is like a drum, bang, bang again, it is difficult to contain, she closed her eyes subconsciously.

   Shi Jingnian was never knocked down by her from beginning to end, he took her into his arms, wrapped her thin back with one hand, and raised her face with the other free.

   looked at her silently, the girl's small face was plain white, the silver hairpins swayed slightly between the black hair, the sleeves of the large Han clothes were hanging down, her body was thin and slender, and it slammed into her chest tightly.

  She closed her eyes, her eyelashes were tangled, and her wings fluttered like a butterfly, waiting for something.

   The lips are sweet, soft and green, which belongs to a girl, and they are slightly pursed.

   When Shi Jingnian looked at her, for the first time, he took on the scrutiny of an adult man, and after two seconds, he narrowed his gaze indifferently.

   The corners of the eyes and the brows were a little shy of abstinence. It was a sense of indifference developed by keeping the precepts for several years. The force of pinching her chin was not light, but it was not heavy.

   It was no longer nose-to-nose, and the distance was two centimeters back. Ji Ningan supported him and finally woke up. He opened his eyes and looked at him. He lost his voice, and his throat seemed to be blocked by cotton wool.

The melody of the    folk ballad is still ringing, chanting softly, with a sense of power that directly hits the heart, knocking into the eardrum in the silence, and I don’t know whose heartbeat it replaces, echoing over and over again.

  The messy tie and collarbone, the hardness of his chest, the blurry vision outside the window, the one minute and forty-five seconds of the tunnel, the unexpected kiss, the hug, and his eyebrows.

   "What's the matter?" Shi Jingnian turned his face sideways, and asked the driver with a sharp outline.

  The driver looked back to see their ambiguous posture, his eyes fell out, he would rather die than look back, staring stubbornly out of the car window.

   "The two cars in front collided just now and had an accident. Fortunately, we avoided it in time."

   The time was clear, and he looked at her again, his thin lips spoke in a low and distant tone, but also calmly soothed like a rainy day.

   "Little classmate, it's alright."

   It was the first time he called her that.

   At such a time, he called her classmates and reminded them of their identities. I don’t know what the intention was, and I couldn’t get a glimpse of his true emotions from words alone.

   Ji Ning'an couldn't think so much for the time being, and didn't speculate on his voice.

   His heart was beating wildly like a rabbit, and when he heard his voice, he realized that he was still holding his tie tightly in his hand, and he was forced to lean back slightly as he stepped back!

   Her other hand was still resting on his chest, through the sharp fabric, she could faintly feel his body rising and falling slightly due to his breathing, and his heartbeat was steady.

   Things happened too quickly just now, and I haven't noticed anything wrong yet, and now it doesn't look right.

  Especially when the man leaned over with her, the tie did not come back to flatten, wrapping around the girl's fingertips, and the pure black and white set off into folds.

  The neckline is a little messy.

People who have always buttoned their clothes to the top one, now the delicate collarbone is looming under the well-cut suit, the cold hardness and the concave arc, as if they can hold the precious red wine liquid, stained with cold white skin inch by inch. .

   Qing Qing is **** and hooks people for no reason.

   makes people want to spy on more scenery and get their hands on it, but there is no hope. Hiding under a suit, his appearance is gentle and indifferent.

  The temperature spreads from the palm of the hand to the heart, burning like a person, helpless.

   "Yes, sorry..."

   She hurriedly let go of her hand and got up from him, in a hurry, taking advantage of everything.

  If Shi Jingnian didn't understand this little girl's temperament, she really had to wonder if she did it on purpose.

   He sighed and lifted the man up, in a polite manner that was not offensive, and there was no unnecessary physical contact.

   "Sorry for scaring you."

  The car has already driven out of the tunnel, the sky is lit up every inch, and the sun is shining brightly in the distance.

  Through the glass window into the spacious and elegant car, everything becomes clear, no longer dim and sluggish, unavoidable.

The    ballad is still playing, but the atmosphere is subtle.

  No one mentioned the accidental, dangerous kiss just now.

   Shi Jingnian raised his hand and adjusted his tie, his demeanor was calm, his brows were a little indifferent, and he wanted to bend down to pick up the sketchbook and paintbrush that had fallen on the ground.

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  Let’s celebrate with a shallow kiss. When the professor is abominable, this flower of high mountain is hard to pick. If you want to be cold, you don’t want a wife.

  From the follow-up plot, the details of the plot have been modified, which does not affect the reading.

  Refill babies, good night.

   (end of this chapter)