Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

Because he was left here alone, he would surely feed these vampire bats in vain later. The equivalent of something in his body finally passed through that person's bat and fell into that person's hands.

That's why Jiaoyang won't let him succeed. The secrets of Chu Lianjue belong to her.

So Jiaoyang finally chose to take Chu Lianjue away with him.

But Lu Ke was still stunned, confused in his heart. What on earth was she going to take him to do so that he could save some energy? !

Jiaoyang led Lu Ke back to the original road and entered the dilapidated carriage. She used her sewing kit to push the toxins out of him.

Lu Ke closed his eyes and remained unconscious. However, just as Jiaoyang lowered her head, her lips touched his neck, and then she sucked the black blood bit by bit.

When her eyelashes lightly brushed against his fair and slender neck, Jiaoyang felt that his body was trembling slightly uncontrollably.

"Stop pretending," her voice was calm, while the needle and thread were still pricking into his flesh mercilessly, "I know you're awake."

Lu Ke's body froze, and then he opened his eyes, his eyes full of emotion and restrained.

"You want to scream, why do you have to hold back." Jiaoyang leaned close to his ear, the corners of her blood-stained lips slightly hooked, gently tempting, like a flower that attracts people to sin, full of depraved crimson color.

Then he closed his eyes and couldn't help making a sound with a sexy hoarse tone. He didn't know why. He felt that his body was very strange now, extremely strange.

The cold feeling invaded the limbs and bones, while the body was boiling with heat, like the two heavens of ice and fire.

Jiaoyang lowered her eyelashes, let down her long hair, and then began to untie her clothes. Her voice was still extremely calm: "You have been poisoned by cold. If I hadn't stirred up the heat in your body just now, you would have died by now." "

Lu Ke frowned, suddenly feeling something was wrong. There was only a rustling sound. When he opened his eyes again and looked at the beautiful sun in front of him, Lu Ke hurriedly closed his eyes again.

He turned his head and didn't dare to look at her. A thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead and his body was trembling.

"Do you know what you are doing?"

And what happened last night, you know what it means, but you cooperated with me and pretended to know nothing. What does this mean?

Lu Ke bit his lip: "Since Miss Sheng doesn't like me, there is no need to save me. Lu is destined to be alone in his life. He would rather die than owe anyone any favors."

However, at this moment, his body was trembling, the ends of his eyes were red with emotion, and even his voice was intermittent, weak, and without any firm deterrent. Even turning his head deliberately not to look at her movements seemed like a quarrel.

Jiaoyang couldn't help but chuckle, and the corners of her lips curled up slightly: "How old is the Sword God this year?"

This sentence seemed to be deliberately irritating him. God knows how much Lu Ke cared about the age difference between them.

After hearing this, Lu Ke immediately turned his head and became angry. However, when he saw her, he slowly looked away again.

Seeing him like this, Jiaoyang stopped saying anything and instead put him down, leaning on him gently. She hooked her white arms around his neck, leaned close to his Adam's apple, and then took the initiative to kiss his lips.

"No. No." Lu Ke kept refusing. He was so frightened that he trembled and closed his eyes tightly.

Ah Jue was even lying unconscious beside them, but they wanted to...

Lu Ke didn't dare to think about it anymore. He didn't understand why things had reached this point. He is a swordsman, but also a desperado, and he never knows when he will die. He couldn't care about her, let alone care about her. He was afraid that he would hurt her.

And she wrapped herself tightly around him, their breaths intertwined, their lips rubbed against his, and she obviously didn't allow him to escape. Her sweet voice came to my ears.

"You don't owe me anything, Lu Ke. You protected me originally, but now I just want to save you. Don't worry, I won't force you to be responsible for me."

Her eyelashes drooped and her trembling look was particularly heartbreaking.

Lu Ke was startled, and his eyes that had just been dodging opened instantly.

That's not what he meant.

But soon, she lowered her head, hooked her arms around Lu Ke's neck, and kissed him regardless of his reaction. Lu Ke was afraid of hurting her, or maybe it was because of the effects in his body, so he no longer refused.

The two were tightly entangled with each other, their fingers intertwined, their long hair intertwined, and the carriage continued to bump.

At the back, Jiaoyang lost her strength, and Lu Ke even led her to turn over, holding her in his arms to guide everything. He kissed her snow-white shoulder, the ends of his eyes became increasingly red, and his fingers caressed her body, then groped back and touched the butterfly tattoo on the back of her left shoulder according to memory.

The coldness that penetrated his heart was long gone. He indulged his lips and kept touching her, and his heart was now extremely hot.