Mesmerizing Ghost Doctor Chapter 264: An implicit confession!

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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 lazily from inside.

"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 were slightly raised, and a deep and magnetic voice came from his mouth: "Do you know that the Lord is coming?"

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

"Hell Lord, I have no clothes to sleep!"

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

The corner of Feng Jiu's mouth twitched, and she turned over and sat on the bed, and saw the black figure stepping in. A pair of deep and dark pupils fell on her body with a touch of light, and her brows were slightly raised. Then, as if asking: Didn’t you mean you are not wearing clothes?

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

"Waiting for the Lord?"

He stopped when he came to the bed, standing 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 scattered because she was resting earlier.

Looking at the silky ink hair scattered behind her, there are a few strands hanging on the side of her cheek, adding a bit of charm and enchantment 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 sullily and asked: "Hell Lord, what's wrong with you always coming to me?"

Hearing her name, the Hell Lord frowned: "Is this monarch very old?"

"..."

Feng Jiu is speechless, just want to say, Hell, are you always catching the wrong point?

"Is this gentleman old?"

He asked again, seeming to be very sensitive to this question, a pair of deep black pupils staring at her tightly, as if she didn't say an answer that satisfies him, he wouldn't 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 Hell Lord 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 again, 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 said: "This, Yan Lord! With your look...er, 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 I don't know whether it was annoyed by her not being able to confess, or whether she 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 over and pressed her on the bed.