Cannon fodder love rival of Jackie Chan Aotian

But Wu Tang felt that something was wrong, Wen Yanke's panting became heavier, and the strength became stronger. If he hadn't been a monk, his skin and flesh were strong, and he would almost be worn out.

Even so, he still felt hot, not a pain, but a secret heat coming out of his bones.

"Senior brother...Senior brother..." Wen Yanke kept calling Wu Tang in his ear, her voice hoarse and deep.

The more Wu Tang felt something was wrong, it wasn't because of Wen Yanke, but because of himself.

Such a familiar scene reminded him of a memory deep in his memory that he feared. He thought he would be disgusted, but he didn't expect that just looking at Wen Yanke's face would make him unable to feel the slightest bit of disgust, and even...

"Don't be silly!" Wu Tang was stimulated for some reason, her voice trembled suddenly, and she grabbed Wen Yanke's arm, almost swearing in anxiety.

Originally it was just the thigh, but now it rubbed against his perineum.

Aware of the slight change in himself, he raised his other arm to cover his face, to conceal the growing redness of his cheeks.

Wen Yanke paused for a moment when he heard the words, he couldn't control his profligate behavior for a while.But when he found that Wu Tang was not disgusted and even had a slight reaction, he heaved a sigh of relief, his eyes curled up into a smile.

Not only did he not let go, but he also put Wutang's trembling things together with himself.

"I thought that senior brother didn't like me, but now it seems that I'm so worried." Wen Yanke smiled softly, as if he was relieved.

I don't know which word in this sentence irritated Wu Tang, making him blush even more, he hastily moved his arm covering his eyes to retort: ​​"If you hadn't been rubbing around, how could I..."

The smile on the corners of Wen Yanke's lips remained undiminished, her brows and eyes curled up and kissed Wu Tang's lips, she did not leave after the kiss, she pressed against his lips lightly, and whispered on his lips in a breathy voice: "I know what brother's Meaning, I don't have any expectations of embarrassing senior brother, as long as senior brother doesn't hate it, that's enough."

Wen Yanke's smile made Wu Tang even more anxious. He blushed, but his expression was extremely serious: "Junior brother, you didn't understand me. I'm not a broken sleeve. Naturally, I don't like this kind of thing. I have such a reaction." It's just because you keep rubbing it... as long as it's a man."

Wen Yanke's smile froze for a moment, but her expression soon returned to normal.

"I understand." Wen Yanke's frivolous frivolity that was overwhelmed by Wu Tang's response was extinguished by his words, and he let go of the things that the two of them were sticking together, and turned to be as honest as before, Don't touch where you shouldn't.

Because of Wu Tang's words just now, he closed his eyes, and even his breathing became restrained and calm.

Wu Tang under him was also silent all the time, the two of them didn't make the slightest movement, the fiery atmosphere in the cave suddenly became icy cold, and it was not at all obvious that what they were doing now was so intimate.

Wen Yanke's face was cold and he didn't even break a sweat. It didn't know how long it had passed. He frowned slightly, and a long sigh escaped from his throat. He was about to open his eyes to apologize and said that the timing was wrong this time and that he wasted the senior brother's time. Find a time.

It's just that before he could speak, Wu Tang's voice came from next to his ear.

"How about...you touch it too?" Wu Tang's redness was more thorough this time, his whole body was like a cooked shrimp, and his two liver-like ears could be seen even if his face was blocked.