Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

Jiaoyang was lost in her own thoughts. Without even looking at it, she took it and took a sip. She realized something halfway.

The silky and sweet feeling passes through the tip of the tongue and reaches the taste buds.

She opened her eyes, looked at the cup in her hand, looked at the bull-headed face with some surprise, and said in a pleasant voice, "It's hot milk tea!"

And there are pearls, coconuts, cheese, and taro balls in it!

The bull-headed man supported his chin and nodded proudly to her.

"I didn't buy this. I asked the owner of that strange tea shop on a street in Beijing to teach me step by step. I know you like to drink it. You don't have to buy it outside anymore. I make it every day." you drink!"

Jiaoyang drank milk tea, twirled her straw, and looked at him with a smile.

No wonder my mother said before that the owner of the milk tea shop had disappeared mysteriously in recent days, and she suspected that he was going to run away solo with her unique secret recipe. Now it seems that she can rest assured.

The milk tea liquid stained Jiaoyang's lips, creating a soft and waxy white layer.

The bull-faced man was stunned when he looked at her, and his gaze suddenly stopped.

He leaned forward, the hot air spread over him, his beautiful eyelashes blinked, and he put down the straw in his mouth in cooperation and raised his chin.

The bull-faced man sucked her mouth clean, continued to invade, grabbed Jiaoyang's hands, and put her down on the chair.

Jiaoyang kissed him back, put her arms around his neck, and wrapped her arms around his waist. Her other hand moved over teasingly, and her fingers kept hooking his belt.

After it was over, the bull-headed man slumped on the chair next to her with a blush on his face for a while, then got up, put on his pants and tops one by one, and finally buckled his belt.

He turned his head to look at Jiaoyang, his eyes full of satisfied affection, and his voice became hoarse: "Jiaoyang, you have helped me so many times, when will it be my turn to help you."

Speaking of this, the eyelashes on the bull-headed face fluttered and fell, and her eyes were stained with a layer of blush, staring at her thin white legs.

Jiaoyang, who was feeling lazy all over, lying down to clean himself like a lazy cat, after hearing this, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he didn't understand why he was so persistent about this matter.

"No, no need," the corners of her mouth twitched, "There is no need for that yet."

"No?" The bull-headed face was not aggrieved this time, but he was autistic. His eyes flickered in confusion, and kept falling on her face.

Jiaoyang's lips twitched again and she glared at him: "What are you thinking about!"

He just pushed people outside and started chasing them away: "Let's go, let's go, don't think about some messy things all day long, study the things at home!"

After driving away the bull-headed face, Jiaoyang changed into a new set of clothes, opened the door and walked a few steps outside when she met her brother head-on.

Jiaoyang was stunned for a moment, then her face darkened, and she turned around and left.

The brother held her hand, looked at her intently from behind, and said in a gentle voice: "Jiaoyang, it's been a long time since we stood together and talked calmly."

Jiaoyang turned back, her eyes were cold, and to be precise, she said without any emotion: "Really? What else do we have to say now?"

The elder brother smiled again, as if nothing happened between them during this period of time. Including what happened in recent days, including the conflict in the court that day, including the kiss she gave him that night, including

"There's nothing we can't say between us." He walked up to her.