Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

"How will you be here."

Seeing that man's frail and charming face, Jiaoyang's mood could not get better. Her face suddenly fell, and she felt like she had bought something she didn't like on Taobao but couldn't return it within seven days without any reason.

Now that she had seen everything, she couldn't turn around and pretend she hadn't seen it, although she did have a strong urge to do so.

Jiaoyang doesn't want to see Yuan Mingqi now, not only because she doesn't want to see him psychologically, but also because she has disobeyed Yuan Mingqi too many times during this period, and she doesn't know if he will hold a grudge with his petty personality.

She opened the curtain and twitched the corner of her mouth. She had scolded Yun Tangzhi for a million times for that treacherous guy.

He knew clearly that he would come back to see him today, and he deliberately made Yuan Ming look forward to being here. She didn't believe he didn't mean it. This was a typical case of homosexuality and inhumanity.

Jiaoyang curled her lips.

It is said that there is no corner that cannot be broken, only those who do not work hard.

If he and Yuan Mingqi hadn't known each other for more than ten years without sparking any sparks, Jiaoyang would have almost suspected that Yun Tangzhi had a habit of cutting sleeves when he was so attracted to Yuan Mingqi.

Yuan Mingqi was still looking at her, with his long hair flowing down his shoulders, watching her step by step towards him, without making any move, not even the curvature of her light-colored thin lips changed.

"Are you deaf?" Her eyes were dark and the corners of her mouth were cold.

Being cheated, Jiaoyang was in a bad mood now. No matter who he was, he would just spray him with a barrage of artillery fire.

"So what is the purpose of the sudden visit of the leader? The three guardians are gathered at Tea Guest Villa. Are you worried about anything? Who are you suspicious of and who are you guarding against?"

Speaking of this, Jiaoyang sneered, "Master leader, you don't need to be so cautious. We all know what will happen to those who betray you. Everyone in the sect is in danger, so no one dares to move-"

"Have you applied any medicine?"

".What?"

His extremely plain voice came over. Jiaoyang was stunned after being interrupted. She didn't hear something clearly. She followed his gaze and realized that he had been looking at the wound on her neck.

But he suddenly stood up, and a bit of air-conditioning came from his body. Jiaoyang subconsciously took a few steps back, but he stretched out his hand and touched the gauze wrapped around her neck.

The hands were extremely pale, extremely slender, and had well-defined joints. They were hands that had been holding swords all year round.

Jiaoyang lowered her head and looked at the hands in front of her.

It is said that the swordsmanship used in the Yuan and Ming dynasties was the best evil sword in the world. I don’t know how good this man’s swordsmanship would be if he faced off against the sword god Lu Ke.

His fingers touched her neck, and the excessively cold body temperature of his body touched hers, plus the position on her neck that was easily fatal.

Jiaoyang almost subconsciously took action, trying to cure Yuan Mingqi's hand. The next moment, the world was spinning. She just watched the extremely beautiful fox fur on her white fur twirling in the wind, and he forced her to the chair opposite.

He held her hand up to prevent her from scratching him later.

The distance between them was extremely close, the tips of their noses almost touched her face, and their hair was scattered on her body. Jiaoyang smelled him again, the smell was like a mixture of musk and lotus seeds.

Jiaoyang pursed her lips and let his hands untie the bandage on her neck, then put on new ointment.

His fingers were dipped in white ointment, and he applied it coolly on her neck little by little.