"Let's go have a meal together." Chen Jia turned a faint curve.

Wen Xien said again a second before he wanted to refuse: "Go to the library together, it's more convenient."

Wen Xien hesitated for a while, but agreed.

They went to the library after dinner. It was noon now, and there were not many people in the library, most of them were taking lunch breaks.

After finding a location first, Wen Xien went to find some information.

The library is very quiet, and Wen Xien occasionally discusses with Chen Jia in a low voice.

Chen Jia seemed to have not heard it clearly, and got closer, and lowered his voice and asked, "What did you say?"

Wen Xien repeated it again, and Chen Jia nodded.

After getting along for a long time, Wen Xien discovered that Chen Jia was not as arrogant as he appeared. Instead, he was easy to speak. He was a person who was cold on the outside and hot on the inside. In addition, they had the same hobbies, so it was particularly pleasant whether it was chatting or getting along with each other.

Chen Jia stopped the pen in his hand, and the tip of the pen left a thick ink on the white paper, which was particularly conspicuous.

The arrogant and cold-eyed boy turned his head, and the young man next to him had fallen asleep on the table at some point. His pale skin was almost transparent, and his sleeping face was quiet and beautiful.

Chen Jia lowered his long eyelashes slightly, as if he was thinking about some difficult problems.

He observed the surroundings silently and saw that there was no one slowly approaching the people around him.

As soon as he got closer, a faint fragrance poured into his nose, and the boy took a deep breath.

Chen Jia closed his eyes indulged, his eyelashes trembled violently, like a helpless addict.

It smells so good...

He leaned closer and closer, his face almost touching the young man's neck, and his thin lips gently touched the skin, rubbed slowly, kissing him as if he were apart, like a feather.

Wen Xien's gentle breathing sound was in his ears. He seemed to be in a certain imagination, and his face showed a slight obsession. The sound of his breathing that was getting heavier and heavier made Wen Xien frown uncomfortably in his sleep.

"Bang!"

The sound of the book falling to the ground made Chen Jia suddenly awake and his expression darkened.

He turned his head and looked at it. His ink-colored eyes were gloomy and his fair and handsome face seemed to have become weird.

The girl covered her mouth tightly before pressing the scream that was about to blurt out of her throat. She felt her back was cold, her legs were weak, and her beautiful and clean eyes were full of fear.

Wen Xien was awakened by the sound. She looked over in confusion. Her snow-white and gorgeous face made Lin Muyu's eyes wide open, and her pupils contracted.

Lin Muyu looked at Chen Jia and Chen Jia for almost three years.

In Lin Muyu's eyes, Chen Jia has always been an excellent and perfect person, not...

Lin Muyu wanted to say something, but she couldn't say anything in the boy's cold sight.

She trembled and picked up the books on the ground and almost ran away in panic.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!