Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

The man was standing at the door, with white fox long fur draped over his body, and gray clothes underneath, his body was as slim as jade.

He curled his fingers slightly, put them on the door, and silently withdrew his hand at this moment.

Listening to the voice of discussion inside, he drooped his long eyelashes, a little unable to see the thoughts in his eyes, his hair was blown away by the night wind, floating and falling on his shoulders.

she is a child.

Children are always curious about everything around them.

In the endlessly spreading night, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and he turned and left.

The next day, Jiao Yang wore a bright red-orange embroidered pleated dress and practiced calligraphy with a brush.

Thanks to the blessing of a talented ex-boyfriend, her painting and calligraphy were once a masterpiece. I haven't practiced for a long time, so I don't know if there are any hands-on students.

Footsteps came, getting closer.

"Little Guozi, Yanmo." She lowered her head and wrote seriously without raising her head. The most important thing in calligraphy is to concentrate and complete in one go.

His footsteps paused, but there was no reaction. Jiao Yang pouted, and was about to urge impatiently, but her footsteps moved, and she came to her side.

One hand was stretched out, the sleeves were slightly lifted, and slowly began to grind ink. The hand was born perfectly, with slender fingers and no wounds. It looked like a pampered hand. It's just that the nails are also a little lavender, and the skin is pale, just like his person.

Jiao Yang's writing hand paused for a moment, then continued writing as if nothing had happened. The running script is smooth and cadenced.

A few strands of his hair fell down and appeared in front of her sight. There was a scent on his body, how should I say this scent, it was a bit weird, but it smelled good.

It's like the fragrance of orchids, and it's like the musk mixed with lotus seeds. It feels very clean and gives people a sense of dependence. I couldn't help but want to lean over and hug him tightly, falling asleep.

Jiao Yang lowered her head to the ground, as if deliberately avoiding something, her handwriting began to flutter, but it changed another style in vain. The atmosphere is harmonious, with one stroke and one stroke, the spirit is engraved inside.

The man chuckled, looked down at her handwriting, and said quietly: "It doesn't look like my daughter's handwriting."

Jiao Yang suddenly raised her head, puffed her face, and glared at him: "Then brother-in-law, tell me, what should be written by a daughter's family?"

The man actually questioned her.

"Want to learn?" He laughed again, his face was as cold as the bright moon, and his smile was like the warm wind and dawn, and it was better than the breeze and bright moon.

Jiao Yang was stunned for a while, but before she could react, he had already come behind her, holding her hand, and led her to write horizontally and vertically, strokes and strokes on the rice paper.

Jiao Yang's eyes opened in an instant, and he leaned closer again, his soft and beautiful side face was very close to her, and the faint fragrance from his body was getting closer and closer to her breath.

She turned to look at him. He is really good-looking, and every point on his face is born of her aesthetics, which fits perfectly. His eyebrows are black, his lips are magnificent, his face is like the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival, and his color is like the flowers of spring dawn. He is like a person in a painting.

At that moment, she admitted that she was close to being bewitched by him.

His other hand touched her waist, Jiao Yang froze, she clearly felt him bring his hand up, and then straightened her up.

Holding the brush, she blinked innocently, like a child caught by the teacher in class.

"Look carefully." He instructed her, his eyelashes drooped, his eyes focused on the paper, and his face was calm.

The written words are elegant, with a few strokes and a simple style, but they are very beautiful.

Finally, he let go of her hand, stepped back a few steps, and resumed his reserved and distant look.