Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

Baiye Liufeng didn't look at her, lowered his head, took a sip of tea, then gently dropped the cup in his hand and said.

"The most valuable thing about a person is self-awareness."

This is a roundabout way of scolding her for being sentimental.

Jiao Yang secretly rolled her eyes at him, thinking that she didn't regard him as a man anyway.

"How many times do I have to tell you that you don't need this hypocritical posture in front of me. I want to see your true self."

Jiaoyang looked over lazily. He still lowered his eyes, his expression unchanged, and continued: "Because you know, your ugly little tricks mean nothing to me."

"Tch," Jiaoyang snorted and stood up, not wanting to deal with this sarcastic man anymore, "If you want to stay, then you can stay. I'll avoid it."

Halfway through, she thought of something and seemed to mutter something before continuing to walk: "At such a chaotic and critical moment, none of the four guardians stayed in the sect, leaving the leader at the helm of the Shenyue Sect. What a joke."

Baiye Liufeng's hand holding the cup paused. He squinted and looked at her back in silence.

There was some confusion in his eyes, and also annoyance.

The mouth of the cup gradually cracked between his fingers.

Chu Lianjue's meeting with Jiao Yang was scheduled for Chenshi the next day, which was much sooner than he expected.

The young man was still the same as last time, his eyes were covered with black cloth, and then he was taken to a room in a twists and turns.

After the people left, he almost couldn't wait to untie the black cloth from his face, then helped Jiaoyang take off the cloth from her face, and hugged her excitedly.

They hadn't seen each other for a long time, and the two of them stayed together quietly without anyone disturbing them.

His body trembled, and his fingers touched the face in front of him that he loved and hated. Thick emotions accumulated in his chest. He could hardly restrain himself from kissing her in this dark and small room, and their hot body temperatures lingered. bone.

The last line of defense between men and women has long been broken between them, but men and women who are new to dating are still heart-wrenchingly shy when facing each other.

After the kiss ended, Chu Lianjue hugged her and let her lean against his chest. His hand gently stroked the soft hair on her head: "How are you? During this time, some of them have bullied you."

His fingers trembled slightly. He saw that her clothes had changed, and the fabric was much more luxurious than the previous one. Just now he almost lost control and wanted to tear the person outside the door to pieces.

It was really difficult for Chu Lianjue to guarantee the character of the people in the Demon Cult. Even though he knew that cooperating with the Demon Cult was tantamount to seeking the skin of a tiger, he could not retreat.

He hoped to get Jiaoyang's understanding, but he resisted telling her this from the bottom of his heart.

He was indeed cowardly, he did not dare to take this step. He is such a dark, selfish and despicable person. He doesn't want her to know.

Jiaoyang shook her head and snuggled into his arms, full of dependence. There was doubt in his eyes: "It's strange. After I was imprisoned in the dungeon with you that day, it didn't take long for someone to come and take me away.

They ordered someone to give me a bath and sent a maid to change me into new clothes. Then I cleared a room and left me alone. No one came in to embarrass me, but they didn't let me out either. I originally thought it might be Mr. Yun Tang, who brought people to rescue me. I wanted him to save you too, but no one paid attention to me from beginning to end."

Chu Lianjue frowned, as if a basin of cold water had been poured down on his head, and suddenly there was some confusion in his heart: Why did he do it, but let other men fall behind for no reason?

But if it was him, how would he explain his cooperation with the Demon Cult?

"No, not that Mr. Yun Tang," the young man hugged her with one hand and tugged at the corner of his mouth coldly, but when she looked over, he avoided her gaze with a slight guilt, "Why does he have so much interest in you?" Good intentions, you are thinking too much, he is cowering somewhere at this moment."

"But if it wasn't Mr. Yun Tang, who else could have saved me?" Jiaoyang blinked her eyes, her eyes clear and innocent, looking at him very "innocently".