It's late at night and people are quiet, and it's the beginning of Yin time.
The surging thoughts in Zhao Wujiang's mind gradually stopped. He yawned and was about to fall asleep.
At this moment, there was a gentle knock on the door, and Zhao Wujiang suddenly opened his eyes.
A soft and charming voice was wrapped in cultivation and floated into the room:
"Brother Zhao asked my sister to help you with something. Now that it's done, is Brother Zhao free?"
Hua Xian Zong Hua Jieyu?
Zhao Wujiang was confused, what was Hua Jieyu doing in the middle of the night? You can't be serious, can you?
Zhao Wujiang was just teasing Hua Jieyu. Could it be that Hua Jieyu took it seriously?
Delivering food in the middle of the night?
But he's not hungry either.
"I fell asleep." Zhao Wujiang responded, and the sound of cultivation wrapped up floated out again.
The person outside the door was stunned.
Another soft voice came:
"It's cold in the night and my brother is fine. Can I bear to let my sister get cold? Even if my brother is a gentleman and has a good heart, but my sister has other things she wants to discuss with her brother, can I let her in?"
Cold? I'm afraid you will be shocked! This is not a question of whether you can get in or not. It’s a question of whether I can get in, okay?
Zhao Wujiang sighed, waved his hand, the talisman at the door flashed away, and he said a word:
"Come in, but don't move your hands or feet."
Hua Jieyu's face was full of embarrassment. She snorted in her heart and secretly thought that Zhao Wuyang was playing a trick of indulgence?
She pushed the door open and the candles in the room automatically lit up.
"Brother Wu Hao, this candlelight is a bit dazzling. Why don't you put it out?" Hua Jie said with a lot of steps, secretly meaning that it is difficult to do things with light.
"The long night of candlelight drives away sleeplessness and evil thoughts." Zhao Wujiang put on a coat and sat at the table. He was not hungry and did not need to mess with women.
Hua Jieyu squeaked.
She is wearing an apricot yellow cheongsam, which outlines graceful curves. She also wears a dark long coat outside the cheongsam. Compared with her usual clothes, she has many more elegant elements.
She first cast a seductive look at Zhao Wuyang, and then gently sat on the stool next to Zhao Wuyang.
"Ouch." She exclaimed, biting her moist lips:
"Brother Wu Hao, your stool is a little cold."
Zhao Wujiang's eyes trembled. Hua Jieyu's apricot-yellow cheongsam had high slits, and the white curves were as smooth as water. When she walked towards her, he didn't know whether it was intentional or accidental, and he could see most of it.
He called him a good guy. Could it be that Hua Jieyu was in a hurry and forgot to put on his underpants?
"I'm sorry for making you feel cold." Zhao Wujiang apologized.
"Then Brother Wuhuang, why don't you warm up my sister." Hua Jieyu held her face in her hands, staring straight at Zhao Wuhuang with pulsing eyes.
She snorted proudly in her heart, "Zhao Wuhuang, if I walk towards you with no clothes on, how should you respond?"
Eating late-night snacks can easily make the body gain weight, and eating such late-night snacks can easily make the body gain weight.
Zhao Wujiang did not answer.
"Ah, brother, your hands are so cold." Hua Jieyu smiled like a flower, held Zhao Wuyan's hand with both hands, and exclaimed:
"Brother, sister, please help warm you up."
She guided Zhao Wuhuang's hand to a warm place.
"Brother, don't worry. My sister has to thank her brother. If it hadn't been for my brother's help today, my sister would have lost her life."
Hua Jieyu had already sat on Zhao Wuxu, and she felt proud. How could a man not be lustful? What's more, she, Hua Jieyu, went out in person, but she still couldn't win over Zhao Wuyang?
Zhao Wujiang was a little hungry.
At this moment, there was another knock on the door, and Lin Lang's voice came:
"Brother Wu Hao, I have something that I don't understand. Can we discuss it?"
Why would anyone come? Hua Jieyu's delicate body stiffened, her face turned red with embarrassment, and she stood up hurriedly.
Why is Linlang here? Zhao Wujiang coughed dryly, stretched out his hand, and wiped his wet and sticky hand on Hua Jieyu's coat.
He looked at the furnishings in the room and looked at Hua Jieyu.
Hua Jieyu straightened her messy hair, nodded, ran to the closet lightly, opened the door and got in.
Zhao Wujiang coughed again, walked a few heavy steps on the spot, then walked to the door and opened it gently.
