Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

Jiao Yang seemed to have reached some kind of agreement with that side, since she started to see Huo Quci every day, she has become more peaceful these days and has not been a demon anymore.

Everything was going in the direction Huo Huaishao wanted, but for some reason, his heart began to get irritable day by day.

He put it down to the delay in acquiring the shares.

As a result, those whips and instruments of torture would fall on Huo Quci more and more ruthlessly. The more severely he was injured, the gentler the girl would be to him the next day.

It's like a knot that can't be untied, at a loss but can't find a way back.

On this day, Jiaoyang came again. She smelled the increasingly bloody smell on the boy's body, Huo Quci looked at her gradually approaching figure, and before she was about to see his eyes, he concealed the hope in his eyes well.

It seemed to be the same cold and alienated look as before, but they all knew that everything had changed.

She has seen him at his worst, and she is his only light in this dark time. Now they are the only ones they can rely on each other.

Today Jiao Yang asked Huo Quci for wound medicine, his injuries were too serious, no one else could get close to him, and Huo Huaishao couldn't let him die. Jiao Yang simply asked for it herself.

Huo Huaishao agreed, but when he threw the medicine to her, his movements were a little rough.

"It may be a little painful, bear with it."

Jiao Yang lifted his clothes, didn't care about admiring his figure, so she smeared the medicine on him. The cool ointment was on the slightly cool fingers, little by little, numb to the bone.

Huo Quci clenched his lower lip, his lavender lips were almost seductive in color, and the voice that overflowed from the two lips from time to time was alluring and moving.

Jiao Yang's hand stopped. She tilted her head, with pity in her eyes, she always cherishes beauties, and asked very simply: "Does it hurt very, very much?" After all, no matter how badly he was injured, he acted calmly as if nothing had happened. .

It doesn't look like a teenager who is only in his twenties.

Huo Quci shook his head, he has been tied to the chair for the past few days, but if Jiao Yang came over, he would help him untie the rope tied to the back of the chair.

When Jiaoyang and Huo Quci were alone, Ran Jing and Ran Mo would be ordered to stand aside to prevent the two hostages from breathing. At first, when they saw Jiaoyang untie the rope from Huo Quci's hands, the two of them frowned, but they didn't say anything, and they didn't report the matter to Huo Huaishao.

It's just that after she left, he silently tied the rope she had untied again. And at this time, Huo Quci would look at them with that annoying sneer.

But now, Huo Quci used the temporarily free hand to press her hand on his body, as if afraid that she would pull away.

Neither of them spoke, they looked at each other, and a silent breath flowed between them.

After being silent for a while, Jiaoyang approached his arms just like the previous few times, with her little head nestled against his chest. The slender figure always gives people an illusion of helplessness, Huo Quci patted her soft hair comfortingly.

Compared with the snuggling between lovers, this embrace is more like a kind of silent encouragement and dependence between companions.

Both of them tacitly did not break this relationship.

Ran Jing and Ran Mo next to each other looked at each other, and always felt that they accidentally broke something big.