Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

After Lu Ke realized that he had lost control of his emotions, he stopped talking. He wanted to leave quickly, not daring to look at her expression.

Afraid that she would discover his duplicity, afraid that she would discover that he still loved her. He could never stay calm in front of her.

But he forgot that Jiaoyang was pulling his sleeve tightly.

The sleeves were pulled into a straight line from behind. Jiaoyang blinked and refused to let go.

Lu Ke tried to struggle, but gave up the struggle after a moment to no avail. He was helpless, but he didn't turn around, he was frozen in place like a wooden stake.

He pursed his lips tightly and swore secretly in his heart that no matter what she said later, he would never utter a sound again.

He lowered his head and walked forward listening to her footsteps. Lu Ke still lowered his gaze and refused to raise his head.

He felt her eyes staring at him, as if she was sighing softly. Jiaoyang held his face with both hands, leaned in and started to kiss his lips.

Lu Ke shook subconsciously, then raised his head and looked at her in disbelief. Thinking of the scene he saw between her and Ah Jue last night, his heart suddenly trembled, and he pushed her away almost immediately.

He opened his eyes wide and looked at her, his eyes full of shock: "You" At the same time, he couldn't help but feel hope rising in his heart.

Could it be that the relationship between her and Ah Jue was not what he imagined?

Jiaoyang never looked back, but that was just out of love. If this is a love that is not pure, for example, mixed with some other factors, then it can be an exception.

She grabbed his collar with her other hand and stubbornly pulled him towards her. Lu Ke muffled and was forced to take a few steps towards her.

The best swordsman in the world. If he doesn't want to, is it really so easy to achieve all this?

Jiaoyang looked at him and smiled brightly.

"You knew that doing this would have a bad impact on Ah Jue, but you still did it. Can I think that you were avenging a personal revenge, Uncle Lu?"

Lu Ke lowered his head and remained silent.

"If it's really a public revenge, you have no reason to hate him. So, is it because of me?"

His body trembled, feeling her approaching breath.

Lu Ke's body did not move, and he restrained himself to prevent her from approaching further: "Don't"

Jiaoyang easily clasped his arms, hugged his waist smoothly, and buried her face in his arms: "You didn't let me go, right? Those hurtful words you said to me last time, In fact, they are all fake.”

As she spoke, she stretched out her fingers and gradually slid them down from his lips, passing through his neck, chest, waist and abdomen. She went to unbuckle his belt.

He made no movement, as if he was resisting silently, or as if he didn't know how to refuse. His breathing began to become disordered.

"Jiaoyang, no"

"Without Ah Jue, how could I let you discover that you actually care about me so much?"

Lu Ke's body trembled, and he seemed to understand something. So what he saw last night.

Jiaoyang stood on tiptoes, dodged his hand that blocked her, and easily captured his lips.

Lu Ke's hands had already wrapped around her waist unconsciously. He closed his eyes and allowed his defenses to collapse again, losing control again and again when facing her.

At the other end of the world, Bai Shuangshuang, a woman disguised as a man, led the followers of the Demon Sect to destroy a newly rising sect.