Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

This kind of behavior is definitely not in line with Ru Sifan's personality.

Lester keenly suspected that there was something going on here.

Rusfan paused and turned his back to him, his bright red eyes flashing with unfathomable light.

What she said to herself that day is still fresh in my mind.

Her sneer expression and the raised corners of her mouth: "That's right, in my eyes, you just can't compare to Lester."

Rusfan silently tightened his fists. He did not look back. He raised the corners of his lips and sneered: "It seems that I am overthinking. You are indeed just unfounded."

After saying this, Rusfan once again took a leisurely step and left without looking back.

Lester looked at Rusfan's back for a while, then turned his head again, looking at the door that Jiaoyang was closing.

When Britton came inside, the first thing she saw was Sheng Jiaoyang, who was half lying on the sofa at the moment, holding her head in her hands and raising the corners of her lips, wearing only a thin white nightgown.

When he looked away, what he saw was the broken glass on the ground.

Britton frowned and walked straight over the broken glass on the ground.

This young general with unusually handsome appearance showed the same arrogance and rudeness. He carried the cell and said, "I don't know where this noble envoy was dissatisfied. I immediately went to ask someone to replace it. It's guaranteed to be accurate." can satisfy you.”

"Yeah."

Jiaoyang curled her lips, sat up from the sofa, held her chin with her fingers, looked at his face, and smiled brightly: "Well, I'm very thirsty."

"Thirsty?" Britton raised his eyebrows and subconsciously glanced at the pile of broken glass behind him, "If I hadn't remembered wrongly, it seems that the envoy himself broke the cup he was drinking water from just now, didn't he? But there’s no problem, there are plenty of cups for drinking water in the embassy, ​​so if you are thirsty, you can find cups with water everywhere.”

Jiaoyang laughed, then stood up and walked to Britton's side.

In this regard, the expression on the young general's face did not change, but Jiaoyang could feel that his body was tense, and he had obviously entered a state of alert.

The smile on Jiaoyang's face became even brighter. She looked at him with a smile: "But what I want to drink is not water."

"Not water?" Britton looked at her, "Then you don't know what you want to drink, a drink? Milk, red wine, or juice?"

Jiaoyang stretched out her index finger, waved it in front of him, and suddenly stood on tiptoes to approach him, with a wicked and bright smile on her lips: "General Britton, don't you know that vampires don't drink water when they are thirsty? , only sucks blood?"

Britton squinted his eyes and met her suddenly dangerous gaze.

No, to be precise, from the moment he stepped into this door, he noticed a very strange and dangerous aura about this woman.

He made a pun: "I'm afraid you have forgotten that you are actually a human being, but if you have become accustomed to and adapted to the vampire's preferences and food, and human blood can make you feel physically and mentally happy, I can do it too. Make an exception and ask your subordinates to prepare a meal for you to enjoy alone."

Jiaoyang twitched the corner of her mouth and suddenly approached him again with an ambiguous expression. This time, her warm breath even sprayed on Britton's sexy and slender neck.