Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

"Eat, eat, eat, just know how to eat, and forget it until you die!"

Jiaoyang's temper suddenly rose. She picked up the remaining plates of dark "dishes" on the table and threw them on the ground.

See if he still eats!

Forrestlin was startled and shrank back on the sofa.

He blinked his eyes and looked at her confused.

This guy is more unpredictable and bad-tempered than any pervert he has ever seen?

Jiaoyang was really unhappy.

She didn't want to be in this place where the heating couldn't be turned on.

No one is waiting for you yet!

Living with three perverts!

She was taking this opportunity to vent the anger that had been pent up in her heart for a long time.

If this continues, even if you don't have mental illness, you'll get sick!

Jiaoyang continued to hit.

Even Lesterlin was flustered after hearing this.

"Hey, I said." The man grabbed one of her paws and twitched the corner of his mouth, "Don't smash it."

"I want to smash it." Jiao Yang was stubborn.

"I won't eat."

"You didn't have to eat in the first place." Jiaoyang raised her chin.

"..." Forrestlin thought for a while, and then an idea came to him, "Then let me peel the apple for you to eat?"

There was no response even after making such a loud noise. Sriyaan, who was suspected to be a dead man, opened the door of the room and walked out. Wearing white silk pajamas, with long light golden hair hanging around, he looked at them from the second floor with his arms crossed.

Both ignored him.

"Apple?" Jiaoyang glanced at him.

"Of course." Forrestlin suddenly showed his three scalpels and puffed up his chest.

"I'm very good at peeling apples."

Jiaoyang lowered her gaze and watched with her own eyes as the last piece of apple peeled off completely and fell into the trash can.

"Look, I just said that I am very good at peeling apples." Fu Lesterlin was very proud. He cut the apple into small pieces and put them into the fruit bowl, and then handed it to her.

"Here, I ate your apple pie, and this is your compensation."

Jiaoyang started eating in a good mood.

Later in the meal, Fu Leistlin saw that she was eating with gusto, and couldn't help but feel a little moved again.

"Is that... sweet?"

Jiaoyang nodded and continued to stuff a piece into her mouth.

The blond man with blue eyes felt even more itchy. He pointed to his mouth and motioned for her to feed him a piece.

Jiaoyang poured a cup of yogurt on top of the apple and ignored him.

"Hello."

Forrestlin frowned dissatisfied, brought his beautiful face over, and pointed at himself.

"Give me."

Jiaoyang suddenly came over, showing no ambiguity, and even gave him a perfunctory "squeak" on his lips.

"Just won't give it."

The little girl proudly protected the apple in her hand and muttered, "I have tolerated you for a long time. I hate sharing my food with others."

Forrestlin was stunned for a moment. Even if he was suddenly attacked, he was only shocked for a moment. He quickly came to his senses and narrowed his eyes dangerously.

"Oh? But what I like most is to take away things that belong to others." Then take them as your own, or keep them for yourself.

Fu Leistlin pulled her over and started grabbing the apples from her hand without saying a word. Jiaoyang was frightened, and her first reaction was to stuff all the apples into her mouth.

Before she could be proud, Fu Leistlin suddenly came over, stretched out his arms to imprison her on the sofa, bit her red lips, and snatched the sweet apple from her mouth.

In a trough? !

Jiaoyang was frightened, and her first reaction was to push the pervert lying on her away.

However, as soon as she pushed the person away, Fu Lestlin continued to bully him and pressed him tightly in his arms.

Jiaoyang kept her eyes open all the time, and she was fascinated when she saw him kissing her. From the beginning, her eyes were open to half-closed, and her hanging eyelashes trembled slightly, and even tended to close gradually.

A warning bell sounded in her heart, and this time she really used her strength to push the person to the other side of the sofa.

Jiaoyang stood up and straightened her wrinkled pajamas calmly: "You're sleepy."

She looked at the figure on the second floor, but she didn't know when it had disappeared.

"I'm not sleepy, I'm awake."

Forrestlin looked a little confused, and then looked at her.

"So this is kissing?"

"What do you think?" Jiaoyang turned around and twitched at him.

"I heard that when you kiss the person you like, your adrenal hormones will rise." He lowered his eyelashes, and his eyes flashed with blue light.

"So you want to give me a try?" Jiaoyang walked upstairs, her eyebrows lowered.

"Don't you want to know how I felt just now?"

"..."

"I want to fuck you right here."

Forrestlin looked at her with a smile. As a pervert, of course he had no shame at all.

His hand caressed the sofa, her warmth still lingering on it.

The corners of his lips curled up: "Let's do this with you while watching a horror movie."

"Then think about it."

Jiaoyang opened the door to the room and closed it with a click.

"Did you feel the same way when you kissed for the first time?"

"I do not remember."

Sriyaan got up in the middle of the night, opened the curtains, and saw Jiaoyang moving a lazy chair out on the balcony and lying on it with her eyes closed, sunbathing in the moonlight.

The corner of the man's mouth twitched, and the hand holding the curtain paused and tightened slightly.

"What are you doing?"

"Look at the stars." Jiaoyang shuddered and looked back at him, blinking.

"You shouldn't even care about this."

Sriyaan thought for a while and walked out like a beauty bathed in moonlight.

In front of Jiaoyang, he ran his fingers through the clothes he hung on the balcony one by one.

"What are you doing?" Jiaoyang's mouth twitched, "Do you think I would be so perverted as to steal your clothes and keep them privately?"

"It's not impossible." Sriyaan replied very calmly.

"..." This man is so narcissistic.

Jiaoyang didn't intend to talk to him anymore and lay comfortably on her big chair, resting her head on her arms.

She yawned again and said lightly: "Even if I keep Xilin's clothes secretly, I can't keep yours secretly." His clothes are more expensive than yours.

Sriya's hand stroking his clothes suddenly stopped.

Narrowing his eyes, he suddenly turned around and was about to say something when he saw her little face that had fallen into a deep sleep.

Sriyan was stunned.

He put down the clothes he was counting, slowly walked over, and stood in front of her. His green eyes looked at her condescendingly and coldly for a while.

The man suddenly stretched out his hand and put it on her neck.

He acted as if he wanted to strangle her to death.

Jiaoyang closed her eyes, as if she was unaware of all this.

The man quietly took his hand back again.

Continue to stare at her.

Stare at it like a piece of cargo.

Sriyaan looked at this petite oriental girl from top to bottom, his green eyes glowing.

She has thick black hair, white skin and red lips, cheeks full of collagen, and amazing beauty. But compared to the sexy beauties in the West, she looks like a child.

In the middle of winter, the quilt is not covered properly like a child.

The exposed legs are white and slender, looking up from the thin ankles.

Sriyaan froze a little. He leaned down, lifted the quilt from her body with trembling fingers, and covered her with it.