I Picked Up An Ancient Transmigration Killer To Be A Wife

The two who came back from City G returned home with big bags. Although only a short two-day trip, the two bought many local specialties and went back. It's just that Pang Deyou looked at Guo Ming deeply when buying a wooden comb for his girlfriend, and didn't know what he wanted to say.

After returning home, Wu Yuanyuan, who came back from get off work, couldn't help laughing when she saw the bunch of specialty products Guo Ming had bought.

"This bracelet is better for girls, you wear them."

"This is said to have been on TV. There are many people who buy it anyway. You can try it."

"This comb, friend Pang De said that Zhang Qiang appointed him. I don't know what's good, so I brought you one too."

"This, you can make soup."

"This, hang on the bag."

"Uh, I don't know what it is for." Guo Ming took a bag of things and bought a lot of things. To be honest, she has a lot of things that she doesn't know what it is for. It's just that Pang Deyou bought it, and she followed. together. Thinking of this, I suddenly a little envious of Pang Deyou's boy, who is guided by his girlfriend when he goes out to buy things.

"Hey~~" sighed from the heart of the single dog.

Wu Yuanyuan looked at her and suddenly felt very softened. Looking at this girl I like, she is usually cool, and her words are always unpredictable. Now she is so silly in front of her, how can she have an unspeakable sense of cuteness!

Wu Yuanyuan took the things in Guo Ming's hand with a smile, and looked at it carefully, then raised her eyes to Guo Ming, her eyes full of smiles. Guo Ming’s heart was hit suddenly, and she thought of Wu Yuanyuan, who was pretending to be Tina in City G, and threw herself in her arms. In fact, even if she quickly judged that it was fake at the beginning, she couldn’t. Push her away. Tina said that she only saw this woman in her heart. That's right, this woman had already taken root in her heart.

"If you were in Tianrong, that would be fine, just take her abducted!" Guo Ming missed his home court again in his heart.

The two went out to eat together after collecting their things, and it was already more than eight o'clock in the evening when they returned home. Guo Ming took a book and prepared to read it as usual, but Wu Yuanyuan took out the U disk and plugged it into the TV. She said that her unit had an event for the anniversary recently. Her department chose a dance and followed the teacher during the day to skip it, but she still couldn't do anything. Yes, so I have to practice at home at night.

Guo Ming was sitting at the coffee table, holding a book in one hand, and from time to time he looked up to see Wu Yuanyuan learning that dance following the pictures in front of the TV. Having been practicing for a while, Wu Yuanyuan was so sweaty that she took off her top and wore a short vest and shorts, and continued to tweak and sway there. Guo Ming took a look, his eyes fell on her slender waist, suddenly as if being scalded, he quickly moved his eyes away, but his face was already red. The heart was a little uncertain, Guo Ming secretly confided in calmness. Looking at Wu Yuanyuan again, she still focused on imitating the actions on TV. It's just that the action is a bit complicated, so it doesn't look like how to do it, but I also sweat in anxiousness.

Guo Ming really couldn't stand it anymore, and said his heart, I can see all this action. Walking over, one hand supported Yuanyuan’s waist and one hand against her hips. While pushing her to one side with strength, she said that her waist was relaxed. Here, only the strength of the hips was used to go around like this. ‪⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ . With that, she brought Wu Yuanyuan in her arms and made the movement of twisting the waist and swinging the hips.

The fire was completely lit.

Guo Ming felt that the slender waist he held in his hands looked like a water snake. A little bit of cold, a little bit of sweat, but infinitely burning and expanding in the palm of his hand, the hand holding his waist even trembled a little. The fragrance of the girl in her arms came from her hair. It was the smell of her usual shampoo, but she never knew it smelled so good. I couldn't help lowering my head, leaning against her ear, taking a deep breath, and then exhaling. However, the body in the palm of her hand felt stiff, and then a depressive sound like a magic sound spread into her ears, causing the last sensible string in her brain to be broken and clean.

She couldn't help wrapping her around her tightly, pushing the short vest on her with her hands long ago, and a pair of white rabbit-like **** jumped out and was firmly held in her hands. Kneading, squeezing, squeezing, and grinding, she loves them so much, she doesn't know how to treat them in order to brand her mark on them. And her lips were not idle. There were already thousands of kisses densely falling in Yuanyuan's hair, behind her ears, neck, and shoulders. I heard the woman in her arms panting uncontrollably, and there was an unstoppable um, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, and sound, as if the best drum music was motivating and urging her to move forward. So one forcefully hugged this exquisite body, and after another thought, he had already arrived in the bedroom.

Wu Yuanyuan felt like she was dreaming, and her brain had completely crashed. Only desire is constantly breaking through the cage, like a beast that can no longer be locked up. His body was already burning, and every place Guo Ming touched, passed by, or breathed across was burning. And with this burning, he is constantly scoring music. Those uncontrollable breaths came out from her throat with one sound.

"Um~~" This is the twin peaks being kneaded.

"Um~~Um~~~Um~~" This is being held.

"Um~~~~~~" This is a kiss passing by the navel.

"Ah~~~~~~~~~~" This is because my legs were suddenly opened without the fetters of shorts.

As a result, the originally depressed and low-pitched accompaniment suddenly rose a few pitches, as if the violinist had just remembered, hurriedly joined in and played hard. With Guo Ming dexterously moving in and out of Yuanyuan's body, twisting, hooking, picking, crushing, pinching, rubbing, it is clear or low, like weeping like complaints, like the sound of grinding, like a huge symphony orchestra, I tried my best to infect the audience and let the only audience be the conductor. I tried my best to play this concert until the sweat was dripping and the climax was repeated.

The author has something to say:

Well, this one is short though. But there is a boat scene in this chapter.

Applaud to yourself~~

Then ask everyone, is this kind of boat show feasible?