It rained all night last night, and this morning the air was still humid. It was a cloudy day, without the sun, and the sky was still smoky blue with a touch of gray.

Shen Qingzhuo wore a white shirt today, with the buttons meticulously buttoned to the top. The color was cold and ascetic. In this weather, it added a sense of alienation and indifference.

His words have always been harsh and harsh.

Ask her now.

"Are you in love?"

His voice was clean and his tone was careless, as if he didn't realize what he was saying at all.

"Shen Qingzhuo..." Jiang Li'an subconsciously took a step back, feeling a little cold on his back. He was wondering whether this was Shen Qingzhuo's new trick to torture her or whether he was hearing hallucinations. He said with difficulty, "You are not possessed by a ghost, are you?

?”

When Shen Qingzhuo came back to his senses, he saw the girl's eyes widened with a look of astonishment on her face, and then she realized what she had said.

The video last night was poisonous.

But looking at Jiang Li'an's expression - Shen Qingzhuo felt a little unhappy for some reason.

He looked at her lightly. She was obviously sitting on a chair, with her legs crossed and her eyes raised to look at Jiang Li'an. However, there was no hint of weakness in her posture, but instead there was a strong sense of oppression.

Under the long black eyelashes, his eyes were indifferent and his voice was cold.

"Do you see how I look like a ghost?"

Jiang Li'an sneered, thinking that such an outrageous thing should not happen, but what she said just now was really shocking. She curled her lips: "I think you are crazy about your online dating sister. You want to talk to anyone."

If you’re in love, let’s talk about it online.”

Shen Qingzhuo snorted coldly, raised his chin, and his jawline was sharp and meaningful: "What did you just say?"

"Let me tell you, how are you doing at this dance?" Jiang Li'an shouted, "Can I take a rest?"

"You're dreaming."

"..."

Shen Qingzhuo gave her a blow, and before Jiang Li'an got angry, he gave some bloody advice. He was lazy and plain, but he pointed out all the shortcomings in the dance.

It seems that the sentence about falling in love just ended with the rain last night.

Jiang Li'an pursed his lips, feeling a little disappointed for some reason. Maybe it was the suddenness of those four words, or maybe it was because it was Shen Qingzhuo who always caused quite a stir.

Jiang Li'an finally made a conclusion.

Shen Qingzhuo is definitely sick!

But what Jiang Li'an didn't expect was that yesterday he was still wondering whose candy it belonged to, but today the case was solved. Someone saw that Tan Junxi had the exact same candy wrapper.

The air in Nancheng in August is extremely humid. Nancheng is also known as Rain City, especially in July and August.

The sky in the distance is still foggy, and there are still fine strands of rain falling in the air, which is disturbing.

On the top floor of Building A of the base, the man's eyes slowly moved from the smoky gray sky to the person walking over. He paused after hearing the words, as if he thought of something, then lowered his eyes and smiled, and looked at her deeply without acknowledging it.

, but he didn’t deny it: “Is sugar sweet?”

In Jiang Li'an's eyes, this is considered a real deal.

Did you see it?

This! Is! A good! Man! Man!

Shen Qingzhuo is a scumbag at best!

Thinking of Shen Qingzhuo's shameless sleep talk last night, Jiang Li'an felt itchy with hatred.

"Talk about PD." She said seriously, "When you are not doing other things, you are such a good person."

Tan Junxi could probably tactfully understand what she meant by "other", and found Jiang Li'an very interesting. He couldn't help but laugh out loud, his shoulders trembling slightly.

He hasn't met anyone he's interested in for a long time.

Especially - Shen Qingzhuo is the person he is interested in.

Tan Junxi originally didn't plan to reveal it so quickly, but he found that he seemed to be a little impatient to wait.

"Since you know that I am a good person..." Tan Junxi led her up to the rooftop and looked at her, his eyes reflecting the sky in the distance and her eyebrows, speaking very softly, "Then do you want to be with a good person?"

?”

"What?" The meaning of his words was obscure, and Jiang Li'an didn't quite understand it.

"Let's try it."

downstairs.

Yuan Qian ran straight into Yuan Shilan, without even looking at her, and was about to leave. She didn't stop until the other party exclaimed, and said insincerely: "I didn't see it."

"Sister, do you have any objections to me?" Yuan Shilan said.

"Axi has been coaxing me on the rooftop for so long, how could I have a problem with you?" Yuan Qian said.

Yuan Shilan's smile froze slightly: "What?"

"Yuan Shilan, you are nothing more than that." Yuan Qian left, her expression seemed a little sweet, as if Tan Junxi had really coaxed her for a long time.

When she turned around, Yuan Shilan did not see Yuan Qian's sudden cold smile.

Yuan Shilan bit her lip and ran up to the rooftop...

Top floor.

When Jiang Li'an heard that sentence, his eyebrows skipped a beat, and then again.

"Are you both sick?!"

Has the misfortune of the eldest lady not passed yet?

"Both?" Tan Junxi was stunned for a moment and caught the word.

Jiang Li'an responded angrily.

"Is it Shen Qingzhuo?" Tan Junxi, despite his initial surprise, actually felt that it was indeed the case.

The dark desire to plunder in my heart was like a thorny vine that tightly wrapped around the already rotten heart, and I actually tasted the addictive pleasure in the pain.

The sense of freshness and desire to conquer are truly wonderful things.

His fingertips were stained with the cold rain, and his eyes were dark, with pupils much darker than ordinary people.

"Xiao Li'an." His tone was somewhat lingering and gentle, and he lowered his eyebrows, seeming to be true and false, "Shall we give it a try? Whatever you have experienced or haven't experienced before is fine."

It is difficult for most people to refuse an invitation from a top idol. It is not a confession, but an invitation.

Jiang Li'an's lips moved, but he didn't have time to speak.

With a sound of "Bang——!", a deflated can of wine was smashed over. It was blown by the wind and rolled to Tan Junxi's feet. The wine was still gurgling from the mouth of the can and splashing out.

, wet Tan Junxi’s trouser legs.

Then a cold voice sounded.

"Is it over yet?"

The two people standing on the rooftop paused for a moment. Listening to the familiar voice, they looked towards the source of the sound.

The rain is slightly cool.

In the distance, a slender figure leaned sideways on the rooftop railing. The hem of his white shirt was blown up by the wind. He was full of youthful spirit, and his arms were casually resting on the railing.

Holding the cigarette between two fingers, a bit of bright red is extinguished, and the smoke rises in curls, making the joints look a little more seductive.

Behind him was a large foggy sky, the cold wind ruffled his short hair, and his eyes were looking in their direction.

I don’t know how long I watched it.

The atmosphere was a bit dead for a while.

Jiang Li'an almost collapsed.

Why!

Why did I meet Shen Qingzhuo here!

In addition to social death, Jiang Li'an actually had an unexplainable guilty conscience and avoided Shen Qingzhuo's gaze.

"Zhuo Shen." Tan Junxi's eyes flashed with a dark color, and he glanced at the shriveled can beside his feet, and then met Shen Qingzhuo's gaze calmly and calmly, with blatant provocation in his eyes, "What a coincidence."
Chapter completed!