Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

Sheng Zheng felt warm in his heart. Every time he got home, there was a little girl waiting for him. This feeling was really amazing. And he does not reject it from the bottom of his heart.

He looked at her for a while, then walked over, bent down, and thoughtfully helped Jiao Yang pick up the quilt, and covered her body.

"In such a cold day, I'm not afraid of catching a cold anymore." Sheng Zheng muttered, still smelling of alcohol, he lowered his body, intending to hug Jiaoyang.

But for some reason, his hands kept stroking her long hair, and then slid towards her cheeks. Those charming fox eyes looked at her peaceful sleeping face for a long, long time.

Sheng Zheng's kiss fell suddenly, landing on her forehead, the tip of her nose, and her lips. Every touch with her was extremely hot. His body even trembled.

The soft and beautiful touch she brought to him made him yearn for it, Sheng Zheng gradually lost control of his thoughts, pressed her under him, imprisoned her with his arms, kissed her and kept asking, endlessly...

At this time, Jiao Yang also half-opened her eyes in a daze. In fact, she was woken up when she opened the door, but she didn't want to wake up after feeling that the breath was harmless. Her waking up has been severe.

She stretched out her snow-white arms and wrapped them around Sheng Zheng's neck. She responded to him, treating him as perhaps any of her ex-boyfriends while she was half asleep.

The two rolled into a ball on the sofa, and they kissed each other like dying people, absorbing each other's sweetness.

Jiao Yang half-closed her eyes and smiled at him, her smile was bright and coquettish, like a sea-monster who specializes in absorbing souls. Sheng Zheng felt very uncomfortable. He skillfully untied the strap of her nightgown. At this moment, the two of them slapped and fell off the sofa.

Sheng Zheng subconsciously protected her, rubbing his back on the floor. It wasn't a very painful feeling, but it made him wake up instantly.

His eyes regained clarity, his heart suddenly shook, and he looked at the little girl on his body. Jiao Yang was still lying on top of him, holding her head in a daze, apparently not realizing what happened.

"Sheng Shengzheng?" She blinked.

Sheng Zheng looked at her body being scattered by the nightgown that he had taken off, her eyes were blank, and his belt had even slipped off, his hands were on her body, and the two of them were even close to each other.

It was as if a splash of cold water poured down on his head, chilling his heart instantly.

All of this is thanks to him, he is really a beast, he is not a thing, he is really crazy about playing with women, even his own sister can do it!

Sheng Zheng pushed the little girl away from him like a hot potato, and fled to the door with panicked steps, panic and helplessness in his heart, as if there was some scourge behind him.

He didn't look back, he didn't dare to face what happened, he didn't even dare to think about it. He was afraid to see Jiao Yang showing fear, disgust, hatred...or confusion when facing him.

For the first time in his life, Sheng Zheng felt scared. It was his mistake, but he didn't know how to make it up to her. It is even more difficult to speak to outsiders, and it is impossible to seek help from the outside world.

Now he only feels that his crime is unforgivable, and he still teaches her suitor in the name of his brother, what qualifications does he have!

Jiao Yang was behind him, holding her head, looking at his back as he fled in a hurry, the smile on the corner of her mouth deepened. Is this unbearable? Sheng Zheng.

That's really worrying about your future.

Jiao Yang returned to the sofa again, lifted the quilt comfortably, closed her eyes, and rolled her body inside.