Chapter 270 The Little Rabbit Spirit of the Double-faced Demon Monk 41
The little rabbit started to take off his clothes as soon as he disagreed.
Wudu was stunned for a moment, and immediately reached out to hold her down.
"Xiaobai, you, what are you doing?"
"She took off her clothes, but you didn't say anything about men and women having sex or not kissing each other!" She puffed up her cheeks in disgust, "You still looked at her!"
Wudu's ears turned red and he couldn't help but stutter: "I, I didn't look..."
"Yes, you did!" Gu Ruojiao was angry, "You looked at her but not me!"
There is no way to overcome that injustice.
As soon as the willow tree demon made a move, he immediately lowered his head and really didn't see anything!
But the little rabbit didn't believe it and was angry.
"I want to show you too!"
As he spoke, he started to pull off his clothes.
Wudu quickly held her hand and stopped her movement.
But the little rabbit was too slippery and struggled hard, and he didn't dare to hurt her.
"I really didn't look!" Wudu couldn't help but become anxious, "I only looked at you!"
Gu Ruojiao was stunned for a moment when she heard this.
After a moment, he looked slightly shy and said, "Then I'll just show it to you."
Only then did Wudu realize what he had said.
"No, it's not..."
He suddenly felt hot all over, but his thoughts couldn't help but recall many inappropriate scenes.
What's shameful is that he actually started to look forward to it.
But the little rabbit didn't know what he was thinking, and when he heard that he said no, he became angry again.
"Nothing? Don't you want to look at me!"
"..."
"You really don't want to!"
"no……"
But this is unconvincing.
The little rabbit firmly believed that he didn't want to look, because he didn't want to look, and he just wanted to look at the willow tree demon!
"Don't you see it?"
Wudu was really riding a tiger with a hard time getting off, and he was forced to nod his head.
"Um."
"What do you mean?"
"..." Wudu's face turned red and he spoke with difficulty, "...it depends."
The little rabbit was satisfied.
I thought that after she got confirmation, she would start to take off her clothes and let him watch.
However, she didn't do anything. Instead, she wanted to get off him.
Wudu subconsciously stretched out his hand to stop him.
Gu Ruojiao looked at him in confusion.
Wudu came to his senses and his face turned red again.
It turned out that he had such thoughts!
Wudu was confused.
But the little rabbit couldn't pick up the pot he wanted to drink.
"What's wrong?"
Wudu couldn't say anything, so he ran away again.
Looking at his back, Gu Ruojiao couldn't help but laugh.
*
A few days later, at night.
Gu Ruojiao dragged a person to the yard and threw him to the ground.
The figure of the willow tree demon slowly appeared.
As soon as she saw her, Gu Ruojiao called out very affectionately: "Sister!"
She cooed coquettishly, and then stepped on the person who had a dirty rag stuffed on the ground.
"Look, I brought this heartless man to you!"
The willow tree demon glanced at the ground, and a trace of hatred immediately flashed in his eyes.
But maybe she was untied during the day, so she didn't lose control.
"This is..." She looked at Gu Ruojiao, seemingly confused.
Gu Ruojiao smiled sweetly: "Every injustice has its owner, and every debt has its owner, don't you like it, sister?"
She has a sweet smile and an innocent expression.
If she hadn't stepped on that heartless man, the willow tree demon would have believed her.
She shivered for some unknown reason and did not dare to delve into the reason.
The Willow Tree Demon turned to Mr. Chen who was on the ground.
For some reason, looking at the man on the ground with eyes full of fear, the Willow Tree Demon could no longer find the thrill he felt at the beginning.
She couldn't even remember why she fell in love with this man.
I still remember that year, when she finally transformed into a human form, she was deceived by this heartless man.
The two of them taught and received each other privately, and they were in harmony with each other.
