Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

What if she had to have a lightbulb next to her while she played games with many different men?

Oh no, it feels like a nightmare just thinking about it.

However, Jiaoyang, who is good at understanding and amorous, will not let these few words stop the conversation from going on.

She glanced at the ugly Baiye Liufeng behind her, and suddenly smiled: "But I said, if you are little butterfly and want to be my partner, then I can consider it."

She turned back, poked his face with her fingers, and played with his hair. At the same time, the cold air lingering on her became stronger, and even part of it passed to him.

As soon as Jiaoyang put her finger on him, he took it off, put it on again and then took it away again. His movements were so fast that he wanted to get an electric shock.

"...Don't make trouble." His fingers trembled slightly, and even his voice began to tremble, wondering if it was because of the cold.

"At this critical moment of life and death, I think you really don't want to live anymore."

"People in the world should put life and death aside." Jiaoyang blinked and moved her face closer to him, her eyelashes almost scratching his face.

Jiaoyang clearly saw his body trembling.

She raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and the air around her became colder and colder. She brought her hand up and reached his collar, wondering if it was subconsciously trying to keep warm:

"However, there is one thing that I don't quite understand. I wonder if the protector of my leader can explain to me why you are so hostile to the previous leader. Before, he ordered someone to lead me into the secret room and saw me. The corpses of my father and sister are now being slandered in front of me."

Jiaoyang caught his slightly surprised look, and the corner of her mouth curled up. But it has to be said that Baiye Liufeng is still Baiye Liufeng, and his slightly chaotic breathing soon stabilized.

He tried to take her hand off and throw her hand away, but Jiaoyang seemed to be stuck to him. Baiye Liufeng had no choice but to give up.

"In the past, Lu Ke also deliberately made things difficult for Chu Lianjue, saying that he was trapped by love. Now that I have learned from the past, can I also think that you did what you did because of me?"

She came closer and her breath hit his face. She looked like this, her eyes were slightly drunk, her lips were red, her eyes were blurred, and she was charming and coquettish. This feeling is somewhere between an elf-like little girl and a mysterious woman. It is like a newly blooming flower bud, exuding a vague and seductive fragrance.

Baiye Liufeng's eyes were surprised. He even thought that this woman was drunk. She had never said this in the past, but she didn't even want to touch her, or even give her a look.

But now the excessively cold temperature on his hands clearly told him otherwise. Is it because it's too cold? Does it freeze people's brains?

"Damn woman, you must have seen clearly that I am Baiye Liufeng, not that man. He is lying dead in some corner now."

He lowered his head and was silent for a while, then suddenly pulled her off his body. He said this through gritted teeth. As he spoke, he put on his messy clothes.

"Even if you are cold and need warmth, this is not how you should get the warmth."

"I'm not cold, I'm not cold at all, little butterfly and little Liufeng," Jiaoyang blinked, "I'm very hot, so hot that I want to take off my clothes."

Baiye Liufeng was shocked for a moment. His body was stiff for a long time, almost losing consciousness, and then he suddenly stood up.