v8 Chapter 85： Lost two (four more)

After the white light dissipated, Chang'e found that her hands actually held Wu Yang's waist.

"Chang'e, you are really enthusiastic." Wu Yangxie smiled.

"You made it." Chang'e's face was "red", pushing Wu Yang hard, and slapping it toward Wu Yang's face.

When Wu Yang blocked his hand, he held Chang's hand. "Chang'e, you are wrong."

"Let it go." Chang'e wanted to pull his hand back.

"I feel that your mood is not right, does menopause come early?" Wu Yang let go of Chang'e's hand.

Chang'e immediately took two steps backwards and kept a certain distance from Wu Yang. "Wu Yang, I don't care about your business."

"Who cares?"

"Well, you can control your iron fan, like snow, and that blood spirit." Chang'e turned her back to Wu Yang.

Wu Yang smiled and said, "Are you jealous?"

"You think too much, if it's okay, you can go." Chang'e said lightly.

Wu Yang nodded. "Okay, as you wish, I'll go find the iron fans."

Chang'e listened to Wu Yang's footsteps going out, his teeth biting his mouth / lip. Chang'e turned around and Wu Yang was gone.

"This idiot," Chang'e grumbled. "Go to your iron fan and never come again. I don't care."

"Do you really care?"

Chang'e immediately turned around and said, "You, why are you still here?"

"I haven't left." Wu Yang pulled Chang'e and held Chang'e in his arms.

"Let me go." Chang'e struggled.

Wu Yang whispered in Chang's ear: "Do you really want me to put it? Chang'e, remember what I said to you before? I want us to live a good life together."

"You already have iron fans." Chang'e raised his head and called.

"So what? Can't you accept the iron fan?"

The complex "color" of Chang'e's face, "You, the" **** "thief of the flower / heart, why do you want such a flower / heart?"

"Chang'e, stay with me," Wu Yang said undeniably.

Chang'e's body trembled a bit, "Wu Yang, do you like me?"

"Like," Wu Yang said without hesitation.

"Can you just like me alone?"

"No." Wu Yang shook his head.

A bit of disappointment flashed in Chang'e's eyes, "I know, this is your answer."

"Chang'e, what is your answer?"

The color of Chang'e's face, "Wu Yang, I can't share you with other women, I can't accept it, I want a complete love."

"So what?" Wu Yang's eyes changed.

"Let ’s go, treat the iron fans well. Forget me, I will also forget you, this is the best ending." Chang'e pushed away Wu Yang, turned away, why, why I felt so hurt .

Chang'e walked towards the front, but tears slipped from her eyes. She even cried. Why did she cry?

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Wu Yang looked at Chang's back and said coldly, "Chang'e, you haven't heard what I think."

"That's not important anymore, Wu Yang, find an iron fan." Chang'e whispered softly.

"Maybe I'm too kind to you." Wu Yang quickly walked towards Chang'e. "It's time for you to see the" **** "side of my wild."

Chang'e felt light, and Wu Yang hugged tightly from behind.

"Wu Yang, let me go, what are you going to do?" Chang'e felt that Wu Yang's whole body was exuding a dangerous breath.

"What? Let this woman understand how stupid you are." Wu Yang hugged Chang'e horizontally and walked towards Chang'e's room.

Chang'e is constantly struggling, but it has no effect at all. "Wu Yang, you can't do this, let me go, you are making a mistake ..."

"Make mistakes? Let this mistake be thoroughly committed, Chang'e, you can't escape." Wu Yang threw Chang'e on chuang, and then pressed on.

Chang'e is still struggling, "Wu Yang, you can't ..."

"I'm bored, shut up." Wu Yang kissed Chang'e's mouth directly.

Chang'e's eyes widened, and she made a squeaking sound, her head twisted constantly. This was her first wen, and she was snatched away so violently.

One hand of Wu Yang fixed Chang'e's twisted head, and then attacked recklessly. Chang'e's mouth was just ice cream to Wu Yang, with a hint of cold fragrance, which was the taste of laurel.

Chang'e slowly lost, struggling to stop, and slowly wrapped her hands around Wu Yang's neck.

After kissing for a long time, Wu Yang reluctantly raised his head, while Chang'e's mouth had swollen, and looked at Wu Yang's eyes with unusual complexity and contradiction.

"You, such a" **** "thief, are so rude."

Wu Yang's eyes were full of desire / desire, and hoarse, "Chang'e, be my woman."

"Um ..." Chang'e made a faint voice.

Wu Yang was immediately stabbed with chicken blood, tearing his hands, rags flying around.

...

"Ah ..." A cry of pain rang out in Guanghan Palace, "It hurts, I'm not coming, oh ..."

...

A battle ended like this. On the white chuang list, there was a pool of blood, and it was not dry yet.

Wu Yang was lying down comfortably, holding a cigarette in his hand, and a cigarette afterwards.

Chang'e lay on Wu Yang's arm, her body was tightly against Wu Yang, her face was "red" flushed, her tears were not dry, and she made a uniform breathing sound.

Wu Yang's hand stroked Chang'e's silky skin. This big beauty was his, and Te Mo couldn't help but want to laugh a little.

Chang'e's eyebrows "hair" moved, and she had woke up, but the intense shyness made her wonder how to face Wu Yang.

Wu Yang "shadows" a wicked smile and dares to play pretending to sleep, thinking that I don't know?

"Chang'e hasn't woke up, so I'll do it again." Wu Yang said deliberately.

Chang'e sat up in shock, but it touched a wound somewhere, her face became pale, her brows frowned tightly, "It hurts ..."

Wu Yang sat up and smiled evilly: "Is it painful?"

"The" **** "thief, you have to do it again, me, I killed you." Chang'e stared at Wu Yang.

"Don't be nervous, it's just a joke, and I know you're hurting a bit."

Chang'e breathed a sigh of relief, and then cried, "Don't look at me ..." He pulled the quilt hard and wrapped his body. ..