Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

   Chapter 52 Seemingly ruthless but affectionate, seemingly affectionate but ruthless (52)

   "It's my birthday today, where's my gift?" He stretched out a paw towards her, staring at her with dark eyes without blinking, like a very aggrieved big dog.

  Jiaoyang slapped his paw off speechlessly: "Didn't you just give Ling Ling all the way?"

  Huo Quci got drunk and buffered for a long time before retorting: "That's Ling's, what about yours?"

Jiao Yang's eyebrows twitched, and then she began to laugh wickedly again, leaning close to his ear, trying to stimulate this young man who had been drinking and had not been sober and had little self-control: "Fiancée couple. , what else is there between you and me?"

   Huo Quci's fire suddenly ignited, both mentally and physically. He stretched out his hand to scoop up Jiaoyang, then rolled over and pressed it on the sofa, facing her neck, lightly biting.

   "No sincerity at all."

   He hoarsely uttered, and the smell of the wine on his body wafted into her breath.

  Jiaoyang opened his arms cooperatively, wrapped him around his chest, and giggled: "Isn't that enough?"

   "Not enough." Not enough at all.

  Huo Quci lifted Jiaoyang's skirt, which he didn't wear much in summer. He took off Jiaoyang's knee-high black stockings to bare feet, and a pair of excessively slender legs dazzled in white.

   He stretched out his hand and touched it a little bit from the bottom up, his fingers trembling.

   "Uh" Zuo Jiling frowned, dreaming an extremely unstable dream. He turned over on the sofa beside him and didn't wake up.

  Huo Quci looked there, his body tensed, and when he turned around, he just met a pair of playful eyes with long and thick eyelashes.

   "Afraid?" she asked him softly.

  Huo Quci looked at her silently, and suddenly took her lips and pressed her to death. Tell her with actions whether he is afraid or not.

   Even if he is really afraid, what can he do? She is the person he will never be able to resist, and the woman he wants to get even in death.

  Huo Quci picked her up and took her into the room. Jiao Yang clings to her neck and falls tenderly on his chest, both of them are waiting for what should happen is about to happen.

   "Are you sure?" She raised her head buried on her body with a smile, faced herself, reminded one last time, and said softly, "The irresponsible kind."

  Huo Quci frowned and stared at her with those dark eyes again, in a trance, as if he didn't understand what she was talking about.

   He thought for a while and nodded.

  Jiaoyang smiled instantly, slightly hooking the corners of his mouth, as charming as dyed rouge. Her brows and eyes are flirtatious, her face is charming and demonic, and her eyes are like water. She was born as a demon who came to the world to deceive people.

  Huo Quci looked drunk and mad, but she calmly pressed a kiss to her fingertips and pressed it on his thin lavender lips.

  Jiaoyang just raised his head and looked at him with a cute smile.

  Huo Quci's reason collapsed.

  …

   Men and women, innocent or innocent. To put it bluntly, there are two kinds of relationships. In Jiaoyang's worldview, there is such a difference.

   The sound of knowing in the early morning has already sounded, Huo Quci lifted the quilt and covered his head, with a splitting headache.

   Suddenly, some fragmented memories from last night flooded into his mind, and he froze in place.

  Jiaoyang was gone, Zuo Jiling was looking for her outside, calling her name as he walked.

  Inside his bed was a mess.

  Huo Quci suddenly noticed something, there was a small piece of red blood on the bed sheet. He held his head, his pupils dilated slightly.

   Can you believe it, Yuan Yuan was about to fall asleep while writing this chapter. Jiaoyang and Xiaoci woke up, and Yuanyuan can finally sleep, it's great, yeah zzz

   (end of this chapter)