Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

Xilin's cold gaze swept over.

Butler Liu didn't finish his words in the end, and watched with dismay as the woman helped the young master into the house.

"Not a simple woman"

Butler Liu clenched his fists with hatred in his eyes.

"I'm going to get a kettle of hot water."

Jiaoyang lowered her head and didn't say or do much.

She thought that with such a proud temperament, Yi Xilin would not want her to see her wounds.

"Okay." He responded with a pale face and a smile.

Jiaoyang went upstairs. Xilin looked at her and kept smiling. The smile on his face didn't come back until his back completely disappeared from his eyes.

Xilin slowly took off the glove on his left hand with his right hand, shaking all over in pain. The white gauze there tightly wrapped the little finger of his left hand, and red blood continued to seep out.

But when Xilin looked at it and touched it bit by bit, a smile appeared on his lips.

It's worth it.

How afraid he was that after he was called away this afternoon, she would turn to someone else because she couldn't wait for him.

He would not give her such a chance.

A person who cannot swim will desperately grab all the boats that come and go if she wants to reach the other side.

He understands

She's just insecure, because she's scared. Because she was worried that the ship she boarded would not be able to ferry her to the shore.

If the ship abandoned her in the middle of the lake, or the ship sank, she would die.

So she booked a lot of boats because she knew that only in this way could she guarantee that she could reach the shore she wanted to go.

Xilin would not give her that chance.

He would make her understand that his ship was enough to ferry her to the shore. The ship is wide enough and will never sink. There was everything on board, enough for her to live out her life in safety and prosperity.

Therefore, if you get on his ship, you can never get off it.

Xilin protected his injured little finger, feeling bursts of pain, but his heart felt quiet and peaceful like never before.

Jiaoyang held hot water in her hand and stood in the direction of the second floor, looking at him with calm eyes.

When it's time to eat in the evening, close the curtains, light candles, and pour red wine.

Xilin still wore his leather gloves, and Jiaoyang didn't let him take them off.

Everything remains the same.

They faced each other quietly, looking into each other's faces.

Xilin held the fork in his right hand, and subconsciously raised the wine glass on the left as he did before with his left hand.

But it was obvious that he was unable to do so. He tried his best not to injure the wound, but his left hand holding the wine glass still trembled uncontrollably.

Xilin was a little stunned, and before he had time to react, the wine glass was about to slip from his hand.

Jiaoyang stretched out her hand, wrapped it around his cold fingers, and dragged them.

Xilin was stunned for a while and looked at her face.

She smiled sweetly without revealing anything: "Why are you so dazed?"

Xilin smiled, raising the corners of his lips.

At night, they hugged each other and kissed on the sofa.

Xilin's kiss was very hot, and he was completely devoted to it, almost becoming one with her.

But Jiaoyang felt suffocated.

She quickly pushed him away, took a few deep breaths, then opened the door without saying a word and ran outside.

Jiaoyang narrowed her eyes and said to him: "It's a little hot, I'm going to get some air."

Xilin looked at her with deep eyes.

Jiaoyang wandered around the manor. Either she didn't dare to walk at night, or she was worried that she would get lost again if she went too far.

She kicked a stone on the ground with some irritation, and her foot stuck in the snow.

Jiaoyang felt trapped.

"You're cruel." Thinking of everything Xilin had done, she gritted her teeth.

It wasn't just his parents who he had to compromise with, but also her.

A pair of hands reached out from behind and hugged her into his arms.

It was strange that something like this happened at night, let alone behind his back.

If it weren't for the familiar smell of perfume on that man, Jiaoyang would have almost subconsciously swung the knife at him with his backhand.

"Is your marriage settled?" Ai Xilu's sarcastic voice came out, a little muffled, and her eyes were slightly moist where she couldn't see.

"Although I don't know what method Xilin used to make his parents compromise, but should I congratulate you for his return at this time? Your dream has come true?"

He scoffed.

Jiaoyang's body trembled. Now, to her, this unpleasant man was like a sweet spring in the desert, the only breath of air that a person on the verge of suffocation could breathe.

She turned around, put her arms around his waist, stood on tiptoes, closed her eyes, and kissed his lips.

Ai Xilu was shocked and looked at her tremblingly, then closed his eyes with wet eyes and responded unconsciously.

He carried her to the car, opened the door, took off her coat, loosened the belt, and almost lost himself, letting her go.

"I love you Jiaoyang"

"I love you"

"Jiaoyang."

Ai Xilu could hardly restrain his emotions, trembling on her body and calling her name with forgetfulness.

Jiaoyang didn't pay attention to what he said. She clutched his collar tightly as if she was grasping the last straw.

"There's no way I'm going to get engaged to him."

Jiaoyang narrowed her eyes.

"Don't try to trap me."

She bit her lower lip and looked at her little finger.

"Isn't it just that I owe him? Just pay him back."

But it might hurt

It only hurts a bit.

It's not like it never hurts.

Jiaoyang made up her mind.

After separating from Ai Xilu, Jiaoyang originally wanted to return to the house.

But at this time, another pair of hands covered her eyes from behind.

"Dang Dang Dang~ Little sweetheart, guess who I am?"

Jiaoyang's lips twitched. Do you like to sneak attack from behind in the middle of the night lately?

The next second she suddenly took action and almost broke his arm.

"Fu Leistlin, your unique way of speaking has completely exposed yourself as early as the first sound, okay?"

The man with blond hair and blue eyes turned pale in pain, but a pervert deserves to be called a pervert. Not only did Fu Lesterlin not frown, but he smiled and said: "That's because sweetheart understands me."

"Indeed. I will never forget you." Jiaoyang twitched the corner of her mouth and let go of his hand.

"Really?" Fu Leistlin's eyes burst with surprise.

Of course, Jiaoyang would not answer his so intellectual question. She turned her wrist and said, "Why are you coming to me? Could it be that Sriya'an is dead?"

Forrestlin puffed up his face and said, "Sweetheart, do you only have eyes for that bad pervert Siryan?"

The first thing he mentioned when he saw him was Sriyan!

Even if you want that guy to die!

"It's really unexpected after all."

Jiaoyang blinked: "I have been outside for so long, but with that man's character, he didn't do anything at all."