There are many styles of clothes, and women's clothes are undoubtedly the most diverse.

Xinghuan was burying her head in her studies, and as if she was conscious, she looked up at the woman walking in front of her.

The upper body is a pink hooded sweatshirt, thin and breathable.

The lower body is a pink tight skirt, a pair of slender and straight legs with beautiful lines exposed, and flat shoes are wearing them.

He has a good figure, a good skirt, and a sweatshirt can't cover his proud figure.

Perhaps because of the makeup, the appearance tends to be mature and has a very elegant manner, and the noble temperament only has a natural wealth and noble family.

He is a strange woman and doesn't know him.

But that familiar feeling is not wrong.

The only difference is that this sense of familiarity is very light and dispensable, which is much lighter than Ye Weiyang, Lin Jiangxue, and Liu Qianqian.

As for whether this woman feels the same...

The library is very quiet.

The location of Xinghuan is in the corner, low-key and quiet.

The woman came to Xinghuan with a book in her arms, then leaned over slightly and whispered: "Can I sit inside?"

To avoid disturbance.

The location where Xinghuan is to be near the aisle, while the location where the window inside is empty.

But even so, it is not the reason why this woman sat inside.

After all, the two positions opposite are also empty, so there is no need to sit inside.

But Xinghuan did not refuse.

There is no one around you, everyone can sit.

Just as Xinghuan was about to get up and move aside, the woman smiled slightly and pressed it on Xinghuan's shoulders. Then the beautiful legs wrapped in thin white silk stepped over the legs in front of Xinghuan, entered the seat inside and sat down, saying, "Thank you."

Xinghuan glanced at the woman beside her, thinking about something.

From the woman's expression, he did not see the other person's sense of familiarity with him.

In other words, this woman does not have that sense of familiarity.

Since there isn't, why should you get close and sit here?

Xinghuan lowered his head and continued to look through the book, and analyzed it secretly, and soon there was some speculation.

It's afternoon now.

The light rain dissipates, the dark clouds dissipate, and the bright sunshine falls.

At this time, sitting opposite to read a book, the sunlight will shine directly on the pages, which is not conducive to learning.

In fact.

At present, there is no one on the side of the library, and they are all sitting in the seat facing the sun.

This is very reasonable.

The second point is likely to be that this woman lacks security.

In places like the corner, there are tables in front, walls in the back, windows in the right, and people in the left, full of security.

Xinghuan didn't care whether the analysis was correct or not.

The women around me no longer paid attention to the faint sense of familiarity.

Plus, I wear a black mask and a black hat, so don’t worry about being recognized and continue to study.

The same is true for the woman next to her.

Time passes quietly.

After reading the book in his hand, Xinghuan got up and changed it. When she came back, she saw the jade hand on her cheek and quietly looking at her woman.

Xinghuan sat down, opened the book and continued to read.

The woman next to her suddenly whispered: "Hello, my name is Tang Xiran, where are you?"

Tang Xiran, this name is somewhat familiar.

But what is certain is that I have never heard of it before.

I was happy, but there was no answer.

See this.

Tang Xiran suddenly took out his cell phone and started to operate it. After a moment, he narrowed his eyes and whispered: "It turns out that he is Senior Xinghuan and a great genius."

"No wonder I feel familiar, my eyes are exactly the same as those in the photo."

so.

It doesn't feel familiar because of that inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Xinghuan said casually: "You can tell a person by your eyes alone?"

Tang Xiran's beautiful white silk legs overlapped, his voice softly, and his tone lazily said: "I like to draw, and I happened to draw my senior not long ago, so I was deeply impressed."

"The senior's eyes are very deep and charming."

Xinghuan nodded slightly.

Tang Xiran blinked his eyes and suddenly said, "I always feel that something will happen between me and you, senior."

"There wasn't there, but there may be some in the future."

Xinghuan said lightly: "What's there?"

Tang Xiran approached Xinghuan's ears and exhaled as if to the orchid: "There is a story."

Xinghuan's body was slightly tense and then relaxed.

Everyone has sensitive areas.

For many people, ears are more sensitive.

Tang Xiran's lips curled a little with a smile and said, "Senior, can I trouble you with something."

Xinghuan looked at the book without raising her head, "What?"

Tang Xiran said: "Some people pursue me, but I don't like it, and I'm very annoying. So, I want to fall in love with you, senior."

"On the one hand, on the other hand, I really want to have a relationship with a genius like my senior and see what the difference will be."

"In true love, as long as the relationship is in place, everything between couples can be done."

Very tempting trouble.

However, Xinghuan has enough women around him, and in the harem, they are all beautiful women, no worse than Tang Xiran.

So Xinghuan was naturally not interested and said, "Sorry, I just want to learn."

Tang Xiran was already half leaning against Xinghuan and said, "Love and study do not conflict."

Xinghuan shook his head slightly.

How can there be no conflict? The conflict is too big.

Love is simply the most troublesome thing in the world.

The sound of footsteps came.

A man sat opposite him and looked at the pair of dogs in front of him with a gloomy expression.

Tang Xiran still leaned on Xinghuan.

Xinghuan was indifferent and read books silently, with an attitude of "I am just a stone, a tool".

The man took a deep breath, lowered his voice, and said, "You..."

Tang Xiran said: "It's the same as you think."

The man glanced at Xinghuan deeply, then stood up and left.

Time comes to dusk and evening.

Night is about to fall.

Xing Huanhe said that the book in front of him was sitting and stretched.

Aside.

Tang Xiran was lying on the table and fell asleep.

After a happy pause, he looked at the pair of beautiful white legs that were placing on his legs.

Is this preventing him from running away secretly?

Xinghuan touched her belly, took away her beautiful white legs, and stood up to leave.

Tang Xiran woke up, then stood up and stretched, stepped forward and acted naturally to hold Xinghuan's arm, and left the library together.
To be continued...