I Picked Up An Ancient Transmigration Killer To Be A Wife

Wu Yuanyuan felt that something went wrong.

Things must start from the day before yesterday. That day, the two took the elevator downstairs together. On the way, many decorators came up, crowding the otherwise small elevator, holding various tools in their hands, and chatting loudly.

Seeing so many people, Guo Ming calmly took Wu Yuanyuan's hand, pulled her behind him, and stood in front of her to block her. Just like that, Wu Yuanyuan was led by Guo Ming. Because the place was not big, she leaned on Guo Ming's back until the elevator stopped at the negative first floor.

The problem is that when leaning on Guo Ming's back, Wu Yuanyuan blushed inexplicably, her palms were sweaty, and her body was also wet.

Wu Yuanyuan realized that she had a problem.

For another example, now, she is sitting there watching TV, Guo Ming is reading a book next to her, wearing home T-shirt shorts, and herself, like a nail attracted by a magnet, a huge sofa, squeezed hard beside Guo Ming. With bare arms and legs, he wanted to cling closely to Guo Ming.

"I want to be intimate with her?" This thought suddenly felt like a lightning bolt, blasting Wu Yuanyuan into a spirit.

Wu Yuanyuan thought, she was real and something went wrong.

"Is my ovulation period here? So I want to be clingy?" Wu Yuanyuan didn't watch TV, so she thought about her lines. "Why don't you want to stick to others? What should I do, now I still want to rub with her, what should I do if I want to lie on her? Wu Yuanyuan, are you a female pervert?" Wu Yuanyuan squinted at Guo Ming secretly, and saw that she was holding a book in one hand and the other. Putting it on his knees casually like that, he started thinking about it again.

"What should I do, I want to put my hand in her hand! I am really a gangster! Touch her knee and you will be beaten to death. She is so powerful! Oh, I want to lean on her shoulder. It would be great if she could nestle in her arms!" Wu Yuanyuan despised herself deeply while letting her thoughts fly all over the sky.

"Wu Yuanyuan, you female hooligan, what's the matter with you!"

"What's wrong with me? I like her holding me. I don't like other girls who treat her well. I like her? Dominate her like a girlfriend? But I still want to approach her and touch her. I, like her? Me? like her?"

Wu Yuanyuan became anxious inexplicably. This inference is a bit surprising. For a while, Wu Yuanyuan doesn't know how to face such an inference. As if feeling the anxiety of the people around him, Guo Ming kept his eyes on the book, but he stretched out the hand that was originally on his knee, patted the back of Wu Yuanyuan's hand, and then held it.

Hold it.

Living.

Up.

Wu Yuanyuan felt that she was about to explode. When touched by Guo Ming's hand, the whole person suddenly became quiet. At that moment, it was as if the whole body had gone home, and there was an inexplicable sense of belonging. And in the next second, he realized that Guo Ming had done something, and he seemed to be activated again. All the cells in his body began to boil, yelling, "Ahhhhhhhhhh she took me, what should I do? I really want to rush over! Let's get in there, let's get in there!" The remnant reason that resisted this impulse was also screaming in his head, "Wu Yuanyuan, you girl hooligan, what are you thinking about, she just wants to calm you down, don't forget. She said that she was not Lala that night in Jiangnan!"

"She's not lesbian... Then... Isn't she... Am I?"

Such a thought suddenly made myself flustered. Wu Yuanyuan had to stand up, but Guo Ming was taken aback. "I'm going to take a shower." With these words, Wu Yuanyuan plunged into the bathroom like the wind.

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"Why don't you want to talk about boyfriends?"

"Because I don't like it."

"Why don't you like it?"

"Because I don't feel it."

"How does it feel?"

"The feeling of a heartbeat."

"Do you have it now?"

"Now I have it. To Guo Ming, I have it."

Sitting in the bathtub, Wu Yuanyuan tried to sort out her thoughts, so she split herself into two and began to ask questions and answer herself.

"How do you feel about Guo Ming?"

"Heartbeat, intimacy, intimacy... and sexual impulse."

"..."

"Because she is a woman? Or is it because she is Guo Ming?"

"....do not know...."

"What's next? What should I do?"

"do not know...."

"Do you want to confess? Try to be a couple?"

"It seems, no."

"why?"

"Because in Jiangnan, she said that she and Lara are not the same. She is not a lesbian. I can't disturb her."

"Then what to do?"

"...Take care of her and stay away from her..."

Wu Yuanyuan, who had made this decision, raised her head in the bathtub and finally exhaled, as if she was a little more relaxed. But the heart twitched tightly, as if being pinched by someone.

hurts a little.

The author has something to say:

at last. . . . It's time to talk about relationship issues. . .