Cannon fodder love rival of Jackie Chan Aotian

Touching the place of the same sex is not a good feeling for ordinary people, and it is naturally the same when being touched, but Wu Tang has no chance to turn back at this time.

Although his junior brother is a broken sleeve, it was just an illusion caused by seeing him pretending to be a fox demon woman. This intuitively shocked him, and he could truly separate himself from the fox demon.

Although I feel that this may be another psychological shadow for the younger brother, it will be better than now.

Wu Tang calmed himself down for a moment, the hand he was holding Wen Yanke was trembling, and after a while, he let it go as if resigned to his fate.

Wen Yanke's hand was a little cold, but she let Wu Tang hold it obediently, without making any extra movements there, but Wu Tang still shivered from the ice.

"You... what do you think?" Wu Tang asked.

After he finished speaking, he took Wen Yanke's hand away from him, and when he left, it seemed that Wen Yanke's little finger had rubbed it hard. It was a little itchy, not painful, but there was an indescribable feeling.

Wu Tang felt as if a warm current had flowed through his spine, making his lower abdomen feel warm.

He subconsciously raised his head to look at Wen Yanke's face, but he didn't see the slightest clue. It didn't seem to be intentional. He muttered for a while, but didn't have the nerve to ask.

Wen Yanke's expression remained calm, but maybe it was because of the slight abnormality in Wu Tang's own body that his state of mind changed a little, and Wen Yanke's face seemed to have some inexplicable deep meaning.

Looking into Wen Yanke's eyes, Wu Tang was inexplicably frightened, with hairs on his back, as if he had encountered some ancient evil beast as towering as a mountain, trying to crush him and devour him.

Wu Tang didn't even realize that he hurriedly put on his clothes before he knew it, and took a few steps back.

In a trance, he seemed to hear the sound of the bell on his wrist, but when he came back to his senses, he didn't hear anything, it was just an illusion.

Wu Tang laughed at himself for being cowardly, obviously he was the one who dragged his junior brother to touch him, but he didn't say anything, so he was so scared that he even hallucinated.

"Senior brother, what do you want me to say?" Wen Yanke withdrew her hand and asked very calmly.

"You don't feel sick or uncomfortable?" Wu Tang forced himself to clear away all distracting thoughts.

Wen Yanke's pupils shrank suddenly when she heard the words, but she calmed down immediately: "Could this be the feeling of senior brother? Senior brother feels sick when I touch him?"

Just like the last time Wen Yanke went mad, Wu Tang thought she would be disgusted.But when he was really touched by Wen Yanke, he was surprisingly not disgusted.

Suddenly realizing this, a wave of panic surged into Wu Tang's heart.

But Wen Yanke didn't give Wutang time to reflect, and went up again, with a bit of strength, as if she wanted to prove something, and seemed to be forcing something from Wutang: "How about this?"

Wu Tang was afraid to take another two steps back, but there was already a stone wall behind him, and there was no way to retreat, as if he was also warning himself, he forced himself to answer: "I feel sick, shouldn't I?"

His breathing was a little short, and his body was getting hotter and stained with crimson.Besides, since he had already taken off his clothes, Meiyu's pink color was clearly exposed to everyone.

Wu Tang's body seemed to deliberately oppose his words, even under Wen Yanke's well-measured but rude movements, he slowly raised his head.

Wu Tang was extremely embarrassed and unbelievable, it shouldn't be like this.

Wen Yanke's inner anxiety finally stopped for a while, and she restrained her strength to become lingering, but this made Wutang's breathing even more rapid.

Wu Tang hurriedly tried to break free from Wen Yanke's shackles, but there was only such a large area in the cave and she couldn't escape, and the entrance of the cave was sealed tightly by Wen Yanke at some point.

Wu Tang was really panicking at this time, usually because of Wen Yanke, usually because of his own body.

He seems to have made another wrong move.

Originally, he thought that Wen Yanke's broken sleeves were due to the fox demon he played, but now it seems that he is afraid that it is entirely his wishful thinking.