The owner of the teahouse is a fat Chinese, in his fifties, wearing Tang suits, and was sitting at the counter dozing. He was holding a book of Yijing in his left hand. The cover was well maintained and the pages were slightly yellow. It was obvious how many times he had read them. There was an open folding fan on the counter, and the fan was painted with the Sanyou of the Year and Han, an old Chinese-style teapot with a lid. There was a black and yellow crescent shape between the cylinder and the lid.

Zhou Zhihan shook his head. Every tea cup that likes to drink tea will have this mark left on the lower lip, and most tea drinkers will have the habit of spitting tea leaves into the cup.

There was no waiter shouting in the teahouse, the environment was very elegant and exuded a faint sandalwood smell.

The shopkeepers are all Chinese. Several people know Zhou Zhihan. When they see him coming, they nodded and smiled. One of the beautiful girls with short hair pointed to the second floor with their fingers and smiled. There were many meanings in their eyes.

Zhou Zhihan also smiled slightly and walked upstairs.

This has the feeling of a time shuttle, like sending yellow old photos, which will make people feel a moment of trance.

This is the taste of China!

The teahouse environment is clean and elegant.

The construction and decoration of the teahouse are all Chinese elements. The word "Da Fu" posted during the Spring Festival is still left on the doors of each room. Some are posted in advance, and some are blessed.

At the stairs, there is a sink.

Zhou Zhihan washed his hands, looked up at himself in the mirror, raised his eyebrows a few times with satisfaction, and when he turned around and left, he saw a person in the mirror looking at him.

This person has such spiritual consciousness.

It's an ex.

To be precise, it was the ex's remaining thoughts that appeared in the mirror, and the mirror suddenly seemed a little mottled.

If it weren't for a time traveler, Zhou Zhihan would definitely jump up on the spot when he saw this scene in the mirror.

The moment Zhou Zhihan turned around, the person in the mirror spoke.

"Please love her on my behalf."

The virtual figure on the mirror is a bit distorted, with the fog flowers on the black and white TV sets, which will dissipate at any time.

This picture is so illusory that it cannot be described.

Zhou Zhihan nodded to the figure in the mirror and whispered in his heart: "I am Zhou Zhihan, Zhou Zhihan is me!"

The figure in the mirror nodded and began to mist.

The moment Zhou Zhihan turned around, something indescribable seemed to float out of his body, like his own breathing, or like the gentle whisper of the wind.

Is this the experience of a time traveler?

Love her very well?

she?

Did your ex bring me to see her and hand over your relationship?

this……

Is it a bit too much for me to occupy someone’s body and then take over my girlfriend?

What will she look like?

Zhou Zhihan searched for his ex's memories, but still had no gains.

Until now, her ex is still protecting her.

I looked at my watch, 11:06.

Zhou Zhihan pushed open the door of the private room of "Zhu Xiangzhai". A beautiful oriental woman was holding her cheeks, her eyes were like crescent moons, and she looked at him with a smile. She might have heard his footsteps in advance.

"Ningyu!"

Zhou Zhihan could instantly feel that his ex had completely opened up the remaining consciousness. At this moment, love rose in his heart and his eyes were filled with tenderness.

This is love from the ex. The love for this woman is still in my mind, in my incomplete consciousness, and never left.

It was not until the moment he pushed the door that Zhou Zhihan understood his ex's good intentions.

Before, in the incomplete memory of his ex, Zhou Zhihan did not search for the woman's shadow.

Zhou Zhihan understood that before, on the way he came, until he opened the door, his ex deliberately concealed the woman, just because he was worried that if he knew he was here to date, he might not come.

Or, the ex has been protecting the woman.

From this we can see that the ex-girl loves this woman so deeply and thinks about her!

At this moment, he could feel the fanaticism and deep love in his ex's heart.

At this moment, Zhou Zhihan also understood why his ex had not made any progress in the past two and a half months since he came to West Point Military Academy.

Because love is too deep, it is trapped by love.

I occupy the magpie's nest, can I even take over the lover?

Although it is natural, nothing wrong.

But why do I feel that this is a bit strange? Facing a woman who is both strange and familiar and deeply loved.

"Zhi Han!" The woman stood up. She had black hair, a yellow long skirt, and was tall. Looking at Zhou Zhihan, her dark eyes were naturally clean, allowing Zhou Zhihan to feel love.

This kind of love comes naturally and comes from the heart.

"Ningyu!" Zhou Zhihan took off his scarf and walked naturally to He Ningyu. "Something happened to the military academy recently and I have never been able to come out to see you."

He Ningyu took Zhou Zhihan's scarf, hung it with his scarf, and poured him tea: "You haven't come to see me for half a month, and I thought you were not here today, and I was about to leave."

He Ningyu's tone was a little sneering, and a faint blush appeared on her beautiful cheeks, which made her even more touching.

Zhou Zhihan took the tea naturally and took a sip: "Recently, a simulated confrontation will be held among graduates. Our lower-grade students will have to observe and learn, so..."

Zhou Zhihan then looked a little sad: "Also, my physical fitness indicators have not been met. My instructor, Lieutenant Jonas Hansen, has been forcing me to practice physical fitness these days, and I am exhausted.

Tomorrow is a rest day, and the instructor will go home this afternoon, so I have time to come out to see you.”

Zhou Zhihan was mixed with a kind lie in the truth, and he said it naturally and blushed at all.

"No! You just don't miss me at all!" He Ningyu rolled her cute eyes. Her eyes were naturally pure, and her tone was full of love and resentment between lovers. However, she was understanding and pinched a piece of snack with her two white fingers and handed it to Zhou Zhihan.

Her eyes rolled and the snack she handed over immediately completely immersed Zhou Zhihan into the relationship.

Before traveling through time, Zhou Zhihan had the slutty attributes shared by boys in the 1920s, but at that time he was just a single student. Although he occasionally made a flirting girl, he had never held the girl's hands alone, and there was no chance to get along with a woman alone in the room like this.

He Ningyu's body exudes a faint fragrance of a woman, and she can act coquettishly and understand others.

He Ningyu is a Chinese-American and works in an import and export company. She has a wealthy family. Her parents have retired and live in Los Angeles for many years. She lives in New York.

Zhou Zhihan reached out to borrow the snacks. The moment his fingertips touched He Ningyu's fingers, countless sporadic scenes suddenly appeared in his mind.

Zhou Zhihan was caught off guard.

What's going on?

Is this what the system says about my own touching perception ability?

"What's wrong with Zhihan?" He Ningyu saw Zhou Zhihan being stunned and looked a little dazed. He hurriedly helped him sit down and asked with concern.

"Ningyu!" In order to cover up the sudden loss of composure just now, Zhou Zhihan grabbed He Ningyu's hand with a solemn expression, "What I said to you just now is to comfort you. In fact, I... may want to go back to China, and I will never be able to eat the snacks you handed me again!"

"Why?"

He Ningyu was anxious and pulled his hand out of Zhou Zhihan's palm, holding his hand back, holding it tightly, asking as if he was afraid that he would disappear immediately.

"Because my physical fitness indicators do not meet the basic requirements of the school, the school decided to let me drop out of school and send me back to China."

At this moment, Zhou Zhihan could feel He Ningyu's hands tighter, and his nails were almost pinching into his flesh.

After a while, He Ningyu raised her head, a faint blush on her flawless cheeks, tears overflowed at the corners of her eyes, and pear blossoms were as moving as rain, but her expression was very firm, as if she had made some major decision: "Zhihan, night... can you go to my house tonight? I have something important to tell you."

Watching He Ningyu drive away from the window, Zhou Zhihan drank tea and snacks alone, opened the system, and then fell into deep thought.

Just now, from He Ningyu's subtle actions on his eyes and limbs, Zhou Zhihan could be sure that although his ex loved her so deeply, there was no most private contact between the two.

But except for the most private contact, everything else that should be contacted has been touched.

Ex, ex!

In two and a half months, you haven't won your beloved woman, you're so fucking.

Tonight, I will end the pain of lovesickness for you for the past two and a half months.
Chapter completed!