Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

In the dim room, the man was dressed in white single clothes, with thick and long eyelashes drooping, and a slender figure. He got out of bed, tilted the mouth of the medicine bowl in his hand, and poured every drop into the flower pot.

In places where the light cannot reach, the long eyelashes are slightly curled to cover his expression, which is difficult for anyone to catch.

The door was suddenly knocked several times, he was slightly taken aback, then put down the medicine bowl calmly, lifted the quilt, and lay back on the bed.

"Please come in."

Jiao Yang came in with a medicine bowl in her hand, the little girl was like the bright spring in March, her brows and eyes were lively, and her expression was looking forward to her.

He was stunned for a moment, his eyes touched her, and he looked at her for a while. Quietly lowered his face, his face was dyed a little weak.

"Get up and drink your medicine, brother-in-law." Jiao Yang pursed her lips reluctantly, and glanced at him, and when she glanced over his face, her eyes wandered for a while.

"By the way, it's my sister who asked me to deliver the medicine to you. Also." She glanced at the flower pot next to her calmly from the corner of her eye, hooked the corner of her mouth, and bent down again, "I want to personally supervise your drinking Go down to return to life."

"Thank you, little Jiaoyang."

The man smiled and nodded at her, with peaceful eyebrows and eyes, as if all undue suspicion fell on such a beautiful figure, it was all blasphemy.

He went to pick up the medicine in her hand.

At that moment, their fingers seemed to touch inadvertently, and then inevitably wiped away. The bodies of both of them trembled. Somebody's hand was not steady, and the medicine bowl shook a few times at the fingertips before falling to the ground.

At this time, Jiao Yang stretched out his other hand to catch it, and was about to splash her all over due to inertia. The other hand came up suddenly, obviously one size bigger than her, with long and perfect fingers, but she almost trembled.

His five fingers were tightly attached to hers, wrapping her in it. This position is very close, his breath even sprayed on her hair and forehead, Jiao Yang could smell the faint fragrance of orchids emanating from his body.

He just bowed his head like this, with the corners of his lips slightly hooked, and looked at her with a smile. From this angle, his eyelashes are simply too long, long and dense.

Jiao Yang's eyes widened instantly, her first reaction was that this man was taking revenge for her touching the corner of his mouth last time.

Pooh! Sure enough, he is the leader of the Devil's Cult, a man who will take revenge on anyone who hates him, how stingy!

Jiao Yang pushed him away, lowered her head and muttered: "Hurry up and drink the medicine, I won't hand it into your hands this time."

Young Master Yuan smiled and didn't speak. He just held his chin with his hand and just looked at her like that. Then when she fed the medicine spoon by spoonful, she opened her mouth obediently.

The moment she was fed again, he suddenly grabbed her wrist, smiling sideways, very close to her face.

"Does Xiao Jiaoyang hate me?"

Jiao Yang lowered her head, as if she had been silent for a while, or just thinking.

She shook her head.

"Then why have you avoided me like a snake and a scorpion these days?"

He smiled, without an air of persuasion. Instead, he touched her head like comforting a child. She is always like this, sometimes she behaves like a child who is eccentric, mischievous and cute, and sometimes she acts like an old man with a lot of thoughts.

No matter what kind of state she was in, he couldn't figure it out, and couldn't figure it out.

"Because...you already have a sister." Jiao Yang tilted her head, avoiding his hand without any trace.