Wushuang closed his eyes suddenly and began to struggle fiercely.
"Ugh...let me go!"
Ouyang Che hugged her body tightly, with no intention of letting go.
His lips and tongue were so hot and domineering that they almost engulfed you.
I had never been kissed like this before. Wushuang's heart was flustered and trembling.[
Her calm heart also had some fluctuations.
Her gentle and unchanging expression broke and was replaced by shame.
Ah Che...
It can't be like this, it can't be done!
Wushuang was heartbroken and hit him hard on the chest!
Ouyang Che groaned and staggered back a few steps.
She showed no mercy to him.
That palm used a lot of force...
A trace of blood slipped from the corner of his mouth.
Ouyang Che wiped away the blood stains with the back of his hand and stared at her knowingly.
Wushuang's red and swollen lips trembled slightly, and her clear and bright eyes were covered with a bit of shame.
She glared at him and shouted: "How presumptuous!"
The following offense, did he take the courage of his ambition and not be afraid that she would punish him with the crime of disrespect and blasphemy?
Ouyang Che smiled softly, and his pleasant voice swayed out like a stream of water.
"I just did this to you and you got angry? Back then..."
"Pah!" Wushuang interrupted the filthy words in his mouth with another hard slap.
The man's eyes moved slightly and he slowly turned his head to look at her.
"Wushuang, you slapped me twice today. Do you know what this means?"
"..."[
"It means that you are so angry that you are no longer calm." There was a hint of jealousy in Ouyang Che's tone.
Only the mention of that man can break her indifferent expression.
When will she be able to have a little bit of emotional fluctuation for him...
"..." Wushuang clenched his palms.
After hitting him, her palms tingled slightly.
She was indeed out of her mind today.
She lowered her eyes and said calmly: "Don't talk about today's events to anyone, otherwise you will leave Xuanyuan Island forever!"
Ouyang Che smiled slightly, but his smile was unclear.
He didn't care about her threat. In his eyes, there was nothing he cared about.
Except her...
He glanced at her, turned around and left, leaving her with a slender and straight back.
The sea breeze blew his long silver hair, and his voice came intermittently in the wind.
"If that's what you want...I will grant it to you..."
Wushuang clasped his hands, not understanding what he meant.
What does she want? What is he talking about?
When Lin Xinlan and the others returned to the castle, Rong Shaoze dragged her to watch him practice.
He punched and kicked the wooden dummy, fiercely, venting his inner anger.
Lin Xinlan sat on the edge, looked at it for a while, rested her chin on her hand, and said with a smile: "Rong Shaoze, wood is so innocent, it has become your punching bag."
The man stopped and glared at her dissatisfied.
Lin Xinlan laughed again: "I see that your kung fu has improved quite quickly, but your fighting style is too barbaric. If you hurt others, you will also hurt yourself. What does that saying say, kill one thousand enemies and hurt yourself eight hundred?"
Isn’t that the sentence?”
Rong Shaoze's expression was slightly stagnant, and he suddenly stared at Lin Xinlan without speaking.
"Hey, don't believe what I said. I watched you and Ouyang Che compete before. You two were both barbarians. When the fight was fierce, it seemed that you wanted to die with each other. I pinched you when I saw it.
