Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

"So fast?"

Jiaoyang blinked: "Speaking of which, I almost forgot about sending ashes."

"guessed."

Sriya'an's smile became even more unclear, and he was extremely eccentric, "Just when you and that Mr. Xilin fell in love with each other to the death."

Jiaoyang curled her lips and was too lazy to talk to this pervert.

"I really can't figure it out. That man is the one who can make you fall into your arms. Apart from a pretty face, does he have any other advantages?"

"Any man is better than a pervert," Jiaoyang muttered.

She couldn't say that she didn't take a look at Xilin Gao, but just couldn't stand him?

"What did you say?" A sinister voice came from behind, and finally his eyes fell on the fruit in her hand.

"Nothing, nothing."

Jiaoyang was shocked and hurriedly hid the fruit behind her back so that she wouldn't share it with him.

"If everything's okay, I'll go upstairs."

Jiaoyang was about to pass by him when Sriyaan looked at her, his eyes narrowed dangerously.

Then he stretched out his hand, fished the person out, and let her sit on him.

He leaned forward with a low voice, raised the corners of his lips with an evil look, put his hand on her skirt, and touched her ear with his breath: "Are you hungry?"

"What do you want to do?" Jiaoyang opened her eyes wide.

Asking "Are you hungry" from the mouth of a perverted ogre? God knows how scary it is!

Jiaoyang opened the door to the room and was about to walk in from the outside.

A hand stretched out from the darkness, resisting her move to close the door, and then jumped in.

Jiaoyang's mouth twitched and she turned on the light. Fu Lestlin was sitting on her bed, with her hands behind her body and looking around with relish.

"Have you seen enough?" She crossed her arms.

Fu Lestlin withdrew his gaze and raised the corners of his lips: "I still want to get to know you better, sweetheart."

"Then do you understand enough now?" She opened her hands.

"Actually, we can learn more about it." He smiled with unclear meaning, and his blue eyes became deeper.

"Then I refuse." Jiaoyang tilted her head with a smile.

"How cruel, sweetheart."

Forrestlin retracted his smile, and his eyes were covered with a layer of darkness: "You and Sriyaan have done it, right?"

"Huh?" She stretched her lips.

"I saw it, just downstairs."

Fu Leistlin stood up and walked toward her. The height and body proportions of foreign men can sometimes make people feel oppressive, especially when the man is still a pervert.

Putting down one hand, he pressed the person against the wall and raised the corners of his lips: "Didn't you say that you won't be with any of us? It turns out that this clause is just to restrain me. It's really unfair, sweetheart. "

Jiaoyang smiled and held her chin up: "So perverts can also play with the wall."

"Not only do they make noises, but perverts can also be unwilling, angry, and jealous."

The man with blond hair and blue eyes retracted the corner of his lips. There was no trace of smile left on his face, and he was extremely gloomy. "Answer me."

"There's no way, it was an accident."

Jiaoyang also spread her hands helplessly: "You know, between men and women, there is not much difference between one time and many times. They are destined to be unclear anyway."

"So you're with him?"

Fu Leistlin didn't understand. He didn't know if his brain was different from others, so he didn't understand.

Is he abnormal or is this woman abnormal?

"Is it because of that accident?"

He raised the corners of his mouth with a bright smile, but his eyes were extremely dangerous: "It turns out that little sweetheart secretly had so many secrets with Sriyaan behind my back and Qiao Yin's back that we don't know about."

"Everyone needs a sense of distance between each other, and of course between perverts and perverts, right?"

Jiaoyang's smile did not change: "We are together, of course, it is not necessarily the kind of being with each other. But it is quite comfortable to be with him, and his skills are also very good, so it is difficult for people to refuse."

Forrestlin was stunned for a moment. He thought he roughly understood what she meant by "togetherness."

After all, in upper class society, there are many "bed partner" relationships.

"Then why don't you try 'together' with me?"

Forrestlin looked at her with a smile, feeling that he had another chance.

"Anyway, aren't you a person who loses interest in a man quickly? You've been with that green-eyed fly for a long time. Don't you want to try it with a noble blue-eyed man?" He blinked.

Jiaoyang smiled and stretched out her fingers, tracing his lips, neck, Adam's apple, and collarbone. Gradually downwards, just when Fu Lesterlin couldn't restrain herself with excitement and was about to take off his coat, she took it back again. hand.

Looking at him with an innocent face: "Do you think I'm stupid?"

Getting entangled with Sriyaan was an accident. She didn't think it was enough trouble to get involved with another one?

What if two perverts make an appointment and cut her into pieces together?

There was a "bang" sound, and before Fu Leistlin could react, he was pushed out from the door. He was still disheveled when he came out.

"Hello!" He turned around and knocked on her door reluctantly.

Sriyan happened to be walking up at this time, and the two of them looked at each other. He sneered, and his eyes fell on Fu Leistlin's open collar: "Are you being beaten?"

"Can't you think of good things?"

Festerline also drew a mocking arc, with the tip of his tongue touching the corner of his mouth: "Sweetheart, she tastes really delicious, and the way she looks when she blooms."

Sriya'an did not move, staring at him coldly: "Are you looking for death?"

"You don't believe it?" Fu Leistlin leaned against the wall with provocative eyes, "Since she has already had sex with the handsome young man from the Sichaer family, and Aisilu, whose reputation is also a mess, you can just watch. I don’t know how many times I’ve done this to them. I only found out today that you two had a relationship so early. Could it be that your magnanimous mind can’t tolerate me?”

"I see you are really impatient."

The green eyes gave off a penetrating light in the dark night.

Sriya'an rushed forward, his long hair blowing, grabbed Fu Leistlin's neck, and pinned him to the wall, his eyes cold.

But Forestlin looked at him, shook his head, and sneered disdainfully: "Sriyan, you have really changed."

He was stunned.

"If it were you in the past, I have no doubt that if I dared to say these words in front of you, you would immediately rush over and cut me into pieces. What's going on with you now?"