Cannon fodder love rival of Jackie Chan Aotian

Wu Tang covered her mouth and coughed: "Then let's start now."

"I know that senior brother is not a broken sleeve. I push others by myself. It is really difficult for senior brother to do this for me. Besides, my insanity may not be related to this matter." Wen Yanke grabbed Wu Tang's wrist.

He calmed down, but there was still a strange light in his eyes.

He said he refused, but there was hidden expectation in his eyes, as if he was waiting for Wu Tang to refute him.

Wu Tang froze for a moment, then shook his head, "I'm fine..."

Strange to say, he didn't lose his sleeves, but he didn't feel bored at the thought of what he had to do later, and he didn't feel any rejection in his heart, which even made his mind heat up and his heart beat faster.

Wu Tang didn't give himself too much time to hesitate and reflect, and began to plan the steps to be done now.

Except for the scripts he had read, the rest of his experience came from Wen Yanke, and all he could do now was to follow step by step what Wen Yanke had done to him.

Wu Tang stood with downcast eyes, while Wen Yanke was sitting in front of him, looking up at him.

The sun was just rising, and the sun shone in from outside the cave, falling on him warmly, and dyed Wen Yanke's tall nose bridge into light gold.

For a moment, Wu Tang had an absurd illusion of prostitution.

Wu Tang suddenly became nervous for some reason, or thought of something, her face flushed.

What's next?

Should the younger brother be asked to stand up, or should he also squat down?

"You set up a restriction first, in case someone comes over..." Wu Tang clenched his fists behind him.

Even though he knew that this Mang Mountain was sparsely populated and it was almost impossible for outsiders to come, Wu Tang still couldn't help having delusions.

"Okay..." Wen Yanke took in Wutang's nervous and shy expression, her long legs were hidden under the hem of her robe, and she changed her posture calmly, wrapping the entire mountain peak with a formation like a good man.

"Take off your clothes first." Wu Tang ordered.

There was no expression on his face, and his voice didn't fluctuate too much, except that his ears were red and liver-colored.

Wen Yanke stood up and followed suit, taking off her outer robe first, revealing her pure black inner garment.

It was only then that Wu Tang discovered that Wen Yanke's shoulders were very broad, and compared to her shoulders, her waist looked thinner, and her lower legs could be seen to be long and straight even with pants covered.Even though everyone in the world of cultivating immortals has a perfect figure, Wen Yanke stands out among them.

Wen Yanke's hand quickly moved to her waist, and she untied the tether, revealing the smooth skin inside.

The skin was exposed to the sun, and Wu Tang and Wen Yanke were already close, almost exposed under his nose, and he could even feel the heat emanating from it.

At this time, his consciousness seemed to be poked by something sharp, his brain buzzed, and his ears were so hot that he could cook rice, which made him unable to speak, and he stammered: "Yes, why don't we talk about it at night... ..."

The sky was bright, which made him feel an inexplicable sense of guilt, as well as a vague sense of out-of-control fear.

Wen Yanke's eyes suddenly turned cold: "At night, wait for Yu Ji to come back?"

Wu Tang quickly retorted, hearing him mention Yu Ji, nervousness and sourness combined again, which made him retort instinctively: "No!"