I Picked Up An Ancient Transmigration Killer To Be A Wife

Wu Yuanyuan felt that something was wrong with her.

Things start from the day before yesterday.That day, the two of them took the elevator downstairs together. On the way, many decoration workers came up and packed the small elevator to the brim. With various tools in their hands, they chatted loudly.

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

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

Wu Yuanyuan realized that something was wrong with her.

For another example, now, she is sitting there watching TV, while Guo Ming is reading next to her, wearing a T-shirt and shorts at home, and she herself, like an iron nail attracted by a magnet, squeezes in beside Guo Ming on a huge sofa, With bare arms and legs, I just want to cling to Guo Ming.

"I want to have skin-to-skin relationship with her?" This thought suddenly was like a lightning bolt, which shocked Wu Yuanyuan.

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

"Is it because I'm ovulating? That's why I want to be clingy?" Wu Yuanyuan didn't watch TV, and started to think about it on her own lines. "Why don't you want to cling to others? What should I do? What should I do if I still want to cuddle with her and lie on top of her? Wu Yuanyuan, are you a pervert?" Just like that, he casually put it on his knees, and began to think wildly again.

"What to do, what to do, I want to put my hand in her hand! I'm really a hooligan! If I touch her knee, I will be beaten to death, she is so powerful! Oh, I just want to lean on her shoulder It would be great if I could nestle in her arms!" Wu Yuanyuan despised herself deeply while letting her thoughts fly all over the sky.

"Wu Yuanyuan, you rascal, what's wrong with you!"

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

Wu Yuanyuan became anxious for no reason.This inference is a bit surprising. For a while, Wu Yuanyuan herself didn'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 the hand that was originally on his knee reached out, patted the back of Wu Yuanyuan's hand, and then held it.

Hold it.

Living.

The.

Wu Yuanyuan felt that she was about to explode.When being touched by Guo Ming's hand, the whole person suddenly became quiet. At that moment, it was as if the whole body had returned home, with an inexplicable sense of belonging.And the next second, when he realized what Guo Ming had done, he seemed to be activated again, and all the cells in his body began to boil, shouting, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Come over, come over!" The remaining rationality that resisted this impulse was also shouting in the brain: "Wu Yuanyuan, you female hooligan, what are you thinking about, she is just trying to calm you, don't forget She said she was not a lesbian that night in Jiangnan!"

"She's not Lala...then...could it be... am I?"

Such a thought suddenly made me panic.Wu Yuanyuan stood up "teng", which surprised Guo Ming. "I'm going to take a shower." After leaving these words, Wu Yuanyuan plunged into the bathroom without hesitation like the wind.

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"Why don't you want to talk about your boyfriend?"

"Because I don't like it."

"Why don't you like it?"

"Because I don't feel it."

"What do you feel?"

"The feeling of a heartbeat."

"Is it there now?"

"Now there is. For Guo Ming, there is."

Wu Yuanyuan, who was sitting in the bathtub, tried to clear her mind, so she split herself into two and began to ask and answer.

"How do you feel about Guo Ming?"

"Heartbeat, intimacy, intimacy . . . and sex drive."

"..."

"Because she's a woman? Or because she's Guo Ming?"

"....have no idea...."

"What's next? What to do?"

"do not know...."

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

"Looks like it can't."

"why?"

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

"What should I do?"

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

Wu Yuanyuan, who made this decision, raised her head in the bathtub and finally let out a breath, as if she felt a little more relaxed.But her heart twitched tightly, as if someone had squeezed her tightly.

A little pain.

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