Cannon fodder love rival of Jackie Chan Aotian

The light in Wen Yanke's eyes that was extinguished by Wu Tang's words was re-lit by his words.

He can't be calm about his senior brother, everything now makes him feel like a dream, and he can't wait to need these trivial details to satisfy himself and enrich his greed.

He remained silent, and wanted to hear more about Wu Tang's rejection of Yu Ji because of himself.

"It's just the two of us, okay?" Wu Tang was lowering his eyes so that he couldn't see his expression clearly.

But even so, the sourness in his heart was easily healed.

His voice was a little hoarse: "Okay..."

"Close your eyes first." Wu Tang's voice came again, and from his angle, he could see Wu Tang's eyelashes fluttering rapidly.

Not only did Wen Yanke's soreness fade away, she was also swollen as if something was about to overflow.

He seemed impatient to wait.

He couldn't wait to seize the initiative, but he couldn't control his joy because Wu Tang approached him proactively.

But this joy is like adding fuel to the fire. His long years of forbearance and repression finally broke through. The long drought meets the rain, and the sweeter he is, the more he wants to ask for more.

But in the end, his desire for Wutang to approach him overcame his instinct of taking possession.

He clenched his fists behind his back, like a beast dormant waiting for its prey to stick up by itself.No matter how hot his heart was, he couldn't show the slightest bit on his face.

Wen Yanke looked at Wu Tang again in silence, and was about to close her eyes.But Wu Tang had already raised his head to meet Wen Yanke's gaze, and found that his eyes were still open.Immediately dissatisfied, he pursed his lips, stretched out his right hand to cover his eyes.

Wu Tang's palms were warm, covering his eyelids with emptiness, but the touch of the skin made him almost sweat. All he could see was the darkness and the warm light faintly peeking out between his fingers. .

Wen Yanke smelled the fragrance that belonged exclusively to Wutang at the tip of her nose. These hands not only covered his eyelids, but also seemed to hold his heart, gently touching and kneading, and continuously generated heat from it, and that heat flowed along the eyelids. To the sea of ​​consciousness, and then to the limbs and bones, his whole body seemed to be soaked in warm water.

Wen Yanke's Adam's apple twitched for a moment, as if trying to cover up and unbearable, but she quickly regained her composure.

However, the next moment, the fragrance on Wu Tang's body was even closer.

Being so close gave him the illusion that Wu Tang wanted to kiss him.

But it doesn't seem to be an illusion.

It is like the light temptation of the tentacles, and like a dragonfly touching the water, a butterfly falls into the sea of ​​flowers.

He seemed to be kissed gently by Wu Tang.

But the butterfly just touched him accidentally with its wings, and it was about to leave with a light flick.

Wen Yanke gasped unbearably, like a sigh of defeat and surrender, but also like a harbinger of attack.

When Wu Tang blushed and just moved away from Wen Yanke's lips, only half an inch away, the other's body followed closely.

Then an arm came up from his waist, clasped him firmly, and another arm supported his hips, hugged him and pressed him into his arms.