How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight

  Chapter 31 You gave me hope and blocked my light (31)

   Chen Jia was at a loss. He was almost in a hurry to wipe Wen Xien's tears, and his thin lips were tightly pressed into a straight line.

   Chen Jia held down the back of her head and buried Wen Xien's entire face at his neck, which soon became wet.

  Wen Xien allowed Chen Jia to move, her body trembled uncontrollably, and she was silent even when she cried.

  Chen Jia quietly put his face close to Wen Xien's hair, the tip of his nose was surrounded by a faint fragrance, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then opened his eyes again, the dark eyes were incomparably complicated and dark.

   His other hand hanging down beside her covered her waist and patted slowly.

So be it……

   Just hide in his arms, the outside is too dirty.

   However, after Wen Xien calmed down, he left.

   His arms were empty, the fragrance at the tip of his nose faded, and Chen Jia's eyes darkened.

  Wen Xien was very embarrassed, especially when he saw that the boy's cloth was still stained with tears and was wet.

   "I'm sorry." Wen Xien's ears were red.

  Chen Jia was silent for a while, then laughed slowly, a blush appeared on Qing Jun's face: "It's okay, Xien, let's have dinner together."

   Wen Xien refused Chen Jia's invitation because she was not used to getting along with unfamiliar people. The last meal was because Chen Jia helped her solve a problem, and Chen Jia proposed to eat together, so she agreed.

   Wen Xien didn't think she was very familiar with Chen Jia, so she felt embarrassed to cry in front of others. After she refused, she left in a hurry.

   After taking a shower at night, Chen Jia, who was wiping his hair, looked at the blue and white school uniform on the bed.

   He threw the towel aside, walked to the bed and knelt down.

   Under the warm light, the youthful Qingjun's deep facial features were dark and unclear, and his long eyelashes drooped down, leaving a shadow on the bottom of his eyes.

   He first put his tentative hands on the sides of the clothes, bent down and sniffed them carefully.

   A faint fragrance poured into the nose, very light, very light.

  Chen Jia suddenly grabbed the school uniform, buried his whole face in the clothes, and sniffed deeply, as if the fragrance would be stronger this way.

   His breathing became more and more rapid, and his whole body became restless. The young man's face was still buried in his clothes, and he murmured hoarsely and lowly: "Xian, Xian..."

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   From the end of the conversation on the rooftop that day, Wen Xien never said a word to Muye again. She focused on her studies and did not want to think too much.

  Wen Xien sat in the seat to write the questions. The monitor came over, smiled narrowly, and pretended to squeeze his throat and said, "Senior Wen, there is a second-year high school girl outside looking for it."

   Putting down the pen in his hand, Wen Xien smiled and rubbed the tip of his eyebrows, a trace of loss flashed in his eyes.

In Yizhong, Wen Xien has many suitors, both male and female. In the past, many people found the class to confess or harass, but they were blocked by Muye. When Muye didn't smile, he looked fierce and cold. Muye knew that. Wen Xien's temperament does not speak heavy words, even if he refuses, he is gentle and gentle. He always makes those people think that they have hope, so every time someone comes to confess or approach, he is intimidated away by him.

   Thinking of this, Wen Xien looked back.

  The boy was playing with his mobile phone with his head down, looking casual, as if he felt Wen Xien's gaze, raised his eyelids slightly, and withdrew his gaze after just one glance, extremely cold.

   (end of this chapter)