"Brother Ye, do you think... it's so hot here? It's so uncomfortable?"

Han Jiaming's voice became extremely hoarse, and his hands kept pulling his clothes.

Under the orange-red candlelight, you can see the handsome face of a man and the sweat beads flowing down his face and sank into his chest.

Sexy and charming.

Han Jiaming's eyes were blurred and he stumbled towards Mu Yan, as if he was eager for something.

Mu Yan raised the Seven-Secret Sword in his hand and waved it backhand.

The cold is shrill and blood is splattering!

A blood mark was cut from Han Jiaming's chest that had just been exposed.

The severe pain made him groan and took a few steps back.

Mu Yan's voice was also a bit hoarse, but his tone was particularly cold: "Young Master Han, calm down, otherwise my sword would not have eyes."

Fortunately, before the door was completely closed, she summoned the Seven Secret Sword with conditioned reflex.

Otherwise, I would probably not even have room for resistance now.

Han Jiaming covered the wound on his chest, shook his head, and showed a look of struggle and shame: "Sorry, I was abrupt. I just smelled the fragrance, and I didn't know why I lost my mind and treated you as a woman. Brother Ye, if you are angry, just chop me..."

His voice stopped abruptly, his eyes suddenly widened, staring at Mu Yan as if incredible: "Brother Ye, are you...a woman?"

Mu Yan's heart sank, and then he realized that the disguise that Jun Shitian had made for him had disappeared.

Although she is wearing men's clothes now, she has not disguised herself because she has a trick.

So you can tell at a glance that it is a woman dressed as a man, not a real man.

But all this is a bit too coincidental.

"Hug, sorry!"

Han Jiaming's cheeks, whose already flushed voice, turned red. He lowered his head slightly and couldn't help but lift it up.

With fanatical admiration and desire in his eyes, he said hoarsely: "Brother Ye, I did not mean to be abrupt. But I, Han, have never seen anyone in my life, have been so moved. When I saw you, I felt good about you. However, at that time, I thought... I thought you were a man and wanted to marry a demon princess, so I suppressed the feelings in my heart."

"But now I know that you... you are actually dressed as a man. Han feels as if God is blessing me... What kind of demon princess is in my heart that is incomparable to you."

"We two are locked up here today. My body changes must be Brother Ye...Miss Ye, you also feel that maybe this is the fate given to us by God."

He closed his eyes and showed a painful struggle expression that he had endured, his voice became more hoarse, and he had a strong, almost unsuppressed desire: "Miss Ye, if Han can't help but do something worse than beasts later, I hope you... don't hate me. I swear, I will definitely be responsible for you to you. As long as Miss Ye, you are willing to marry me, Han, as your wife, I promise that in this life, I, Han Jiaming, will only have you, Ye Liangchen, one wife. If I am unlucky, let me abandon you and die together. Miss Ye, I..."

Mu Yan interrupted him mercilessly: "Young Master Han, you are thinking too much. I already have a fiancé and have no interest in marrying another person."

Han Jiaming's hand hanging beside him suddenly clenched, and the veins on his forehead pulsed slightly.

But the expression on his face was almost perfectly controlled.
Chapter completed!