Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

Sheng Jiaoyang, the chemistry teacher asked you to go to the office. He wants to talk to you about the homework you handed in the day before yesterday.

Jiaoyang's eyes deepened. Can she say that since Sheng Jiaoyang in this world became her, she has never handed in her homework?

She stood up, didn't point out, and agreed with a smile: Okay.

Jiao Yang had just walked out of the classroom a few steps, when she turned back suddenly, gently brushed up the broken hair beside her ear, and asked the elementary school student who had already been notified and was about to leave, her eyes were innocent and harmless: Where is the office?

There's nothing she can do about this damn road idiot attribute.

Elementary school boy: ...

The elementary school boy led Jiaoyang to the downstairs of a teaching building, Go up the first staircase, turn left after reaching the second floor, and the first office is there.

Thank you. Jiao Yang smiled at him, very polite.

The elementary school boy was taken aback by that smile, and his cheeks began to flush inexplicably.

When he regained his composure, Jiao Yang's figure had already appeared at the bend of the stairs.

Jiao Yang didn't really intend to go to the office, so she walked leisurely and casually, waiting for that person to appear. Until a sudden flash of his eyes, he felt his wrist being grabbed by someone and pressed against the wall behind him, and the tip of his nose smelled the familiar smell of him, mixed with the faint smell of medicine.

Jiao Yang smiled, but did not resist.

Huo Quci held her arms with both hands, and put his fair and frail face close to her neck, as if he was hugging her. Just like how many times before he was tortured, she would hug him and give him comfort every time after giving him medicine.

His voice was a little hoarse: You don't seem to be surprised, are you also looking forward to it? His voice trembled slightly, even begging.

Jiao Yang smiled as usual: It's not really anticipation, I'm just curious. It's still very interesting.

Huo Quci fell silent and lowered his head.

After being quiet for a long time, he suddenly bit her neck fiercely.

Fuck, Huo Quci, are you a dog?

Jiaoyang was in pain for a while, as expected, curiosity killed the cat, and now she doesn't find it interesting at all.

She reached out to push his head, but Huo Quci froze. After a few pushes and no push, she simply gave up.

Jiao Yang is a lazy person, she can lie down and never sit, and can sit and never stand, so she half-snuggles into his arms. His eyes are half-closed, indicating that he is comfortable and bored, and he is about to fall asleep, and the flirtatious charm is unconsciously revealed from the corners of his eyes and brows.

What on earth are you thinking now? His voice was tinged with hatred, and he could clearly feel her affection for him after getting along these days. Huo Quci is a rational man, if he hadn't felt this, he probably wouldn't have fallen so quickly.

He couldn't convince himself that it was just an illusion he created to lie to himself, and he couldn't accept it. He couldn't believe she didn't have feelings for him. If she really liked Ling so much, she would definitely reject herself, let alone lean on him defenselessly like now.

.What should I think about now?

Jiao Yang smiled and raised her eyes to look at him, but she really didn't think much about it, anyway, she'll be at ease when it comes. She lived a wealthy life, and there were little beauties for her to tease, which was acceptable, and she had to be happy in life to be happy.

She was just pretending not to understand.

You... Huo Quci's eyes seemed to be frozen. When has he been treated like this by others? The moment he met her gaze, he sighed helplessly. No matter. This is a catastrophe.

His calamity did not stem from the torture and abuse after being kidnapped, but from Sheng Jiaoyang.

Mental torment is far more tormented than physical torment.