"Brother Ye, do you feel... it's so hot here? So uncomfortable?"
Han Jiaming's voice became extremely hoarse, and he kept pulling at his clothes.
Under the light of the orange-red candlelight, one could see the man's handsome face, and the sweat dripping down his face, sinking into his chest.
Sexy and charming.
Han Jiaming's eyes were blurred, he stumbled towards Muyan, as if longing for something.
Muyan raised the Qijue Sword in her hand and waved it back.
It's cold and blood splatters!
A bloodstain was drawn on Han Jiaming's exposed chest.
The severe pain made him let out a muffled groan, and took a few steps back.
Muyan's voice was also somewhat hoarse, but her tone was extremely cold: "Young Master Han, calm down, otherwise my sword won't have eyes."
Fortunately, just before the door was completely closed, she summoned the Qijue Sword reflexively.
Otherwise, I am afraid that there is no room for resistance now.
Han Jiaming covered the wound on his chest, shook his head, and showed a struggling and ashamed expression: "Sorry, I was rude, I just smelled the fragrance, and I don't know why I lost my mind and regarded you as a woman. Brother Ye, you If you are angry, cut me off..."
His voice stopped abruptly, his somewhat red eyes suddenly widened, staring at Muyan as if in disbelief: "Brother Ye, you... are you a woman?"
Muyan's heart sank, only to find that the disguise Jun Shitian had made for herself had disappeared.
Although she was wearing men's clothes now, she didn't make a special effort to change her appearance because of the cover-up.
So at a glance, it can be seen that it is a woman disguised as a man, not a real man.
But all of this was too much of a coincidence.
"Hug, sorry!"
Han Jiaming's already flushed cheeks became flushed, he lowered his head slightly, but couldn't help raising it again.
With fanatical love and desire in his eyes, he said in a hoarse voice: "Brother Ye, I didn't mean to be abrupt. But I, Han, have never been so moved when I saw a person in my life. The first time I saw you, I I had a crush on you, but at that time I thought... I thought you were a man who wanted to marry a demon princess, so I suppressed my feelings."
"But now I know, you... you are actually a woman disguised as a man, and Han feels as if God is looking after me... what kind of demon princess, I can't compare you with you in my heart."
"The two of us were imprisoned here today. Brother Ye must have felt the changes in our bodies...Miss Ye, you have also felt it. Maybe this is the fate bestowed on us by God."
He closed his eyes, showing an expression of struggling with pain and suffering, his voice became hoarse, and there was a strong, almost uncontrollable desire: "Miss Ye, if Han can't help it later, do something Some things that are not as good as beasts, I hope you... Don't hate me. I swear, I will be responsible to you, girl. As long as Miss Ye is willing to marry me Han as a wife, I promise, in this life, I, Han Jiaming, will only marry you. There will be you, Ye Liangchen, as a wife. If I am unlucky, let me be abandoned by all gods and gods, and I will die a bad death. Miss Ye, I... "
Muyan interrupted him mercilessly: "Young Master Han, you are overthinking. I already have a fiancé, so I am not interested in marrying another one."
Han Jiaming's hand hanging by his side was clenched suddenly, and the veins on his forehead twitched slightly.
But the expression on his face was almost perfectly controlled.