Cannon fodder love rival of Jackie Chan Aotian

Wu Tang can now fully see that the person in front of him is not only not disgusted, but even more aggressive than before.

Wu Tang looked into Wen Yanke's deep eyes, and even began to wonder if what he did had made his sleeves more severe.

"Let me go..." Wutang's breathing was trembling, because the reaction became more and more obvious, this feeling of familiarity yet strange and fear made him flustered, and he couldn't help but began to struggle, "Stop touching, stop quickly... Down!?"

The resistance on his lips was completely opposite to the reaction of his body, which made Wen Yanke's eyes darken, and she squatted down.

In the next second, Wu Tang's eyes widened, and his entire body shrank in shock.

The hot and humid touch enveloped him.

Wu Tang looked at Wen Yanke's hair, and almost cried out in fright.

He has little knowledge and never knew it was okay.

An even bigger wave engulfed him, and he almost lost his direction as he moved forward.

Wu Tang almost followed the torrent and forgot to resist, but fortunately, he still remembered what he did for, and the figure of Yu Ji appeared in his mind again, which made him feel guilty.

"It can't be like this, it's too dirty..." Wu Tang's verbal and physical resistance didn't work, but his body was flushed and his breathing became shorter and shorter.

Finally, as a last resort, Wu Tang could only call out his magic weapon to escape, at least to let the junior calm down first.

However, his mood was unstable and his movements were slow, and his thoughts were all written on his face, which was no match for Wen Yanke, who had been paying attention to his subtle expressions and reactions from the beginning to the end.

Before Wu Tang took out the magic weapon, Wen Yanke's huge consciousness was wrapped around her whole body, restricting all her actions.

His consciousness has also invaded Wu Tang's consciousness sea forcefully, because his consciousness sea is strong and majestic enough, and Chunyang's consciousness is enough to entangle Wutang's consciousness in every possible way, which is a kind of unilateral forced fusion of consciousness .

Wu Tang's body, including his spiritual consciousness, was firmly controlled and comforted. The double wave pushed him higher and higher, and he soon lost the ability and consciousness to resist. While feeling more relieved, he just felt more and more weak and incompetent in his heart. self-loathing.

He even heard louder and louder whimpering and moaning, and his drowsy and chaotic mind was unresponsive.

Whose... voice is this?

After a while, he finally realized that there was no one else, he was the only one who could open his mouth and make a sound.

It was his own voice.

Until the last second, in the cloudy and empty vision, Wu Tang saw his junior look up at him.

Those eyes are narrow, long and deep. When staring at him closely, it was like being peeped by some evil beast. It was completely different from the Qiushui Qiuyan that Wu Tang liked in the past. It was as sharp as a white blade coming out of the body, and it was not even close to charming. , but Wu Tang felt beautiful at that moment.

Afterwards, Wu Tang was finally let go, and it took half a quarter of an hour to recover.

Then he put on his clothes silently without saying anything, opened the restraint and ran away with his head hanging down.

Wen Yanke put his consciousness on him all the time, and after letting him go, he picked up a handful of rainwater accumulated in the rocky depression at the entrance of the cave and rinsed his mouth.

After that, Wu Tang didn't speak for two days, as if he was in a trance.

He felt that he was a bad man who had an affair with his wife behind his back, and he even had a faint tendency to develop into a broken sleeve. Guilt, guilt and panic haunted him all day long.

He didn't dare to look at Yu Ji, let alone Wen Yanke. When he closed his eyes, all he could think about was these messy things.

But the three of them looked up and down all day long, even if he could avoid communicating with them by lowering his head, there would be times when they would take the initiative to talk to him.

Especially to Shang Yuji occasionally, he didn't understand what happened, and asked him gently, but when he didn't have a good rest, his guilt suddenly reached its peak, and he almost confided the truth, crying that he was sorry for Yu Ji, and let him be beaten and scolded Even separate from yourself.

But he couldn't say it, he didn't want Yu Ji to leave him, and he was also afraid that Yu Ji would show disgust and disgust towards him after hearing this kind of thing.

He muttered for a while, but didn't utter a word.