Love is in Yinglan Princess Mononoke

She shook her hand in front of him, but he still lowered his head, the light from the computer screen made his face have a blue halo, those eyes would look at her by chance, No, it was through her.His hand moved forward, but what he picked up was a delicate porcelain cup placed behind her.

She saw the thin-rimmed glasses on her face, and those young but extremely shrewd black eyes, oriental. . .She propped up her chin, slightly absent-minded, stretched out her hand and stepped forward, actually wanting to know if he was real,

It's just that before her hand touched him, the boy stood up at this moment, and when he leaned slightly, her hand had already passed through his body.

She flattened her mouth, but withdrew her hand and put it back on the table. It turned out that he was real, but she was not.

She looked down at her transparent hand, wondering if her current existence counted as one. .ghost.

However, she was staring at the young boy's sitting body strangely, and there was a book in his hand. She tilted her head and looked at it in puzzlement. One was a high school textbook, and the other was a business magazine. Can this be seen together?

At this time, she suddenly smelled a mellow smell, like the smell of Blue Mountain coffee, don't ask her why she understands, anyway, if she understands, she understands, she doesn't even know who she is now, but she does know The name of that kind of coffee is called. .Blue Mountain.

"Jing Ye, I'll bring you the coffee you asked for." With a faint voice, and then a loud bang, the door was pushed open roughly, and a man with a cup of coffee came in. Young woman with coffee cup.

"Sister, if your father sees you like this again, he will punish you," the young man just frowned slightly, his delicate eyes froze slightly. At this time, he looked a little cool, but the same There is more or less a sense of helplessness.

"Ah, Jing Ye, just pretend you didn't see my sister," the young woman walked up to the ground, with a natural aristocratic temperament, as long as the occasional rude gestures are fine.

The young man picked up the coffee cup on the table, and the sunlight poured into the room through the thin window. Occasionally, his eyelashes flickered, as if they were stained with a few floors of gold, and the sunlight spread, quietly Something was melting, like a warm gauze, making his cold face no longer cold. He picked up a spoon on the side and stirred it lightly a few times. The mellow aroma of coffee began to flow slowly along the wind. Melting, part in his throat, part beginning to mix with warm sunlight, right on his glasses.

He raised his head, but put down the Qing Su in his hand, but it was an extremely delicate cup, and he frowned slightly, unintentionally showing his helplessness, as the wind blew in, slipped past his collarbone, along his waist The slender body went down again, and he realized that there were windows that were not closed.

"Sister, you have time to pack my clothes, why don't you close the window for me?"