Gorgeous and enchanting supreme ghost doctor (Heavenly Doctor Fengjiu)

Almost at the same time that the black figure entered the room through the window, the originally dark room was lit up, and a soft voice came out from inside with a trace of laziness.

"Hell Lord, in the middle of the night, if you are not sleeping at home, what are you doing here?"

Hearing this, the Hell’s deep eyes moved slightly, the corners of his lips slightly raised, and a deep and magnetic voice came from his mouth: "Do you know that the Lord is coming?"

As soon as the sound fell, he stepped into the room, one step, two steps closer.

"Hell, I sleep without clothes!"

He paused, his lips deepened with a smile, and his low voice was like a mellow wine, with a hint of intoxicating charm: "It doesn't matter, I don't mind."

The corner of Feng Jiu's mouth twitched, and she turned over to sit on the bed, and saw the black figure stepping in. A pair of deep and dark pupils fell on her body with a hint of light, and her brows were slightly raised, as if Asking: Didn’t you mean you didn’t wear clothes?

She squinted and smiled, like a cunning little fox, smiling triumphantly and arrogantly: "How can I get disheveled when I know that the main man is here? So, I'm sleeping in my clothes tonight."

"Waiting for this lord?"

He stopped when he came to the bed, stood in front of the bed, condescendingly looking at the woman sitting on the bed holding the quilt.Although she is still dressed in men's clothing, tonight she may have her hair in ink because she was resting earlier.

Seeing the silky ink hair scattered behind her, there are a few strands hanging on one side of her cheek, adding a bit of charm and enchanting color to her, making his eyes gradually darker.

Feng Jiu, who was holding the quilt, was staring at him as hot as his deep gaze, and suddenly became uncomfortable. She smiled wryly and asked, "Hell Lord, what is wrong with you always coming to me?"

Hearing her address, Hell frowned: "Is this monarch very old?"

"..."

Feng Jiu was speechless and just wanted to say, Hell, are you always catching the wrong point?

"Is this gentleman very old?"

He asked again, seeming to be very sensitive to this question, a pair of deep black pupils staring at her closely, as if she didn't say an answer that satisfies him, he would not stop there.

"Hey, you're not old, you're not old." She smiled wryly, thinking that he was in a convulsion, and actually told her this question seriously.

The Lord of Hell looked at her deeply, his scorching gaze fell on her tender face, his eyes flickered slightly, and he spoke with a serious and serious expression.

"This monarch is twenty-five years old and has not yet been married."

"puff!"

When she heard this, she looked at his serious and upright face and couldn't help but let out a sullen laugh, hurriedly covered her mouth with her hand to hold back the laugh, and coughed slightly. Then she said: "Well, hell! With your look... well, no, I mean..."

"You didn't understand what I mean?"

He interrupted her and looked at her with complicated and flickering eyes.He has said so clearly, she hasn't figured it out yet?

Hearing this, Feng Jiu was startled, blinked, and said in a daze, "Isn't you just twenty-five years old, haven't you married yet? I understand!"

Seeing this, the Hell's face turned dark, and he didn't know whether he was annoyed by her not being able to confess or whether he was not good at confession.

Seeing her looking at him innocently, as if she didn't know what he was angry with, she couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. Suddenly, he leaned down and pressed her on the bed.