Overlord wife 1.9 meters

"You, can you, take, take your hand away." Jiang Su stammered slightly.

The electronic watch was dissatisfied that he would stutter as the overlord, and directly gave him a 3-minute meal.

Jiang Su's body trembled all the time after being shocked, but Fu Zhiyu hadn't withdrawn his hand. In a sense, Fu Zhiyu enjoyed it again.

On the contrary, Jiang Su's taste was not good, even if he was electrocuted, he could still feel Fu Zhiyu's hand, and he was so ashamed that he almost turned into a screaming chicken.

Fu Zhiyu withdrew his hand, looked at Jiang Su with a blank face who was shocked: "I'm sorry, Aotian, I didn't mean it."

"It's okay woman, I'm your man, you are not allowed to say sorry to me." Jiang Su stared straight at Fu Zhiyu, walking affectionately with the overlord persona, not even qualified to stammer shyly.

The tears flowing in his heart were more than the pouring rain, but he had no choice but to convince himself: there are still more embarrassing things behind, and this is nothing!

Fu Zhiyu got up from the ground and glued the heels on.

This time he walked very carefully. He had to walk for more than a minute to reach the distance of a few steps. When he arrived, he grabbed the bookshelf with his hands.

"I'm here looking for a book to read. Is "Winter's Love Letter" here?" Fu Zhiyu glanced around the bookshelf and spoke his lines.

"Yes, it's on the sixth floor." Jiang Su sat back and stared at the computer, "Count No. 13 from the left."

"Wow, Aotian, your memory is so good." Fu Zhiyu praised excitedly, but his heart was calm.

The hostess is short and can't touch the sixth floor of the bookshelf, but he is not short, let alone the sixth floor, he can touch the ninth floor, and even counting the high-heeled shoes of more than ten centimeters, the books on the top floor can be easily taken off .

So how was he supposed to pretend he couldn't reach the book, and let it fall, about to hit him?Perform a shrink in situ?

"Woman, for you, I can do anything." Jiang Su tapped the keyboard a few times, then turned her head and stared at Fu Zhiyu tenderly.

Fu Zhiyu smiled softly at him, "Aotian, you are so kind."

"Can you get it? I'll help you." Jiang Su got up and stood behind Fu Zhiyu to get it.

As a result, it was embarrassing to stand behind Fu Zhiyu like this, and Fu Zhiyu was almost a head taller than him.

"No, Aotian, I can do it alone!" Fu Zhiyu pretended to be a woman and stomped his feet, "I hate it, don't you believe that I can do it alone?"

"Woman, of course I believe you. Anyone of me may not believe it, but you, I absolutely believe it." Jiang Su put his hands on the bookshelf, and when Fu Zhiyu turned to look at him, he leaned forward slightly, his voice Low and hoarse, "Who made you my baby?"

It turns out that in the plot of the novel, Jiang Aotian propped his hands on the bookshelf, approaching Shangguan Paopao, Shangguan Paopao looked up at Jiang Aotian shyly, the two of them were very close, their breathing intertwined, their heartbeat accelerated, and the ambiguous atmosphere continued to rise.

But the reality is, Fu Zhiyu is taller than him, Fu Zhiyu looked down at him shyly, Jiang Su looked up at Fu Zhiyu, the two stared at each other, their breathing was intertwined, but their heartbeat didn't speed up at all.

Jiang Su saw his own reflection in Fu Zhiyu's deep and calm eyes, and his breathing suddenly became a little short.

Quiet needles could be heard around, Jiang Su was made uncomfortable by the weird atmosphere, took the lead to look away, and when he found that the electronic watch did not protest the plot, he sat back on the chair, "Girl, take it yourself." .”

"Okay, Aotian." Fu Zhiyu turned around and squatted down on his high heels.

This is an extremely difficult movement, because his high heels are too high, and he has to stabilize his body and change his height before reaching out to touch the book.

Pretending not to touch it twice, Fu Zhiyu felt that it was almost done. He jumped up and wanted to take it off before letting go, but he didn't expect that he didn't get the book when he jumped, and the tile floor was crushed by his high heels when he landed. up.

Looking at the cracks, Fu Zhiyu said, "..."

Jiang Su was unusually silent: "..."

No one thought that the quality of high heels was displayed when it should not be displayed.

Fu Zhiyu tried again.

The tiled floor next door was also broken.

Fu Zhiyu: "..."

He suddenly lost the desire to try. He tapped the book a couple of times with his hand, waiting for the book to fall.

Five minutes passed, Fu Zhiyu was tired from beating, and Jiang Su was also tired from excitement. Every time when he thought he was going to fall and was about to shoot, the book was still on it, and he refused to come down.

When Jiang Su yawned and squinted his eyes a little, the book finally fell down.

Fu Zhiyu hurriedly leaned to the side, pretending to be unsteady and about to fall to the ground.

Jiang Su grasped the book with sharp eyes and hands, and wrapped his other arm around Fu Zhiyu's waist. He wanted to take him around and let him lean on the desk, but he couldn't hold Fu Zhiyu with one arm at all.

Seeing that the two of them were about to lose their balance and fell to the ground again, Fu Zhiyu put his arms around Jiang Su's waist and led him around in a circle.

After the dazzle was over, Jiang Su felt that the back of his waist was stiff, and when he took a closer look, he saw Fu Zhiyu's face in front of him, and the hands pinching his waist were also Fu Zhiyu's.

The positions of the two of them were completely reversed.

At the critical moment, Jiang Su pinched Fu Zhiyu's waist and asked the two to switch positions. Fu Zhiyu also understood what he was going to do, cooperated very well, and succeeded directly, but it was a little difficult to lie on the desk with his upper body.

Fu Zhiyu's flexibility was not very good, he couldn't lie down at all, his upper body was hanging above the desk, he couldn't hold on for long, looked at Jiang Su who was slowly approaching, and directly pulled him.

Jiang Su's face was in front of Fu Zhiyu in an instant.

The two looked at each other's faces, breathing heavily, and then Fu Zhiyu pretended to be shy, and slowly closed his eyes.

Jiang Su didn't know what kind of pinch pinching his waist was, so he really pinched Fu Zhiyu's waist with both hands, felt Fu Zhiyu's trembling, felt a little embarrassed, bowed his head and kissed Fu Zhiyu.

The difference from last time was that this time his heart was so fast that it almost jumped out of his chest, and he could clearly feel that Fu Zhiyu's lips were extremely hot.

Jiang Su didn't dare to move, just kissed Fu Zhiyu's lips stiffly for a minute before leaving, and smiled in his ear and said, "Woman, you taste so good."

After saying this, Fu Zhiyu couldn't hold on any longer, grabbed Jiang Su's shoulders, and got himself up from the table.

Jiang Su moved away from him after he got up, breathed steadily and said: "Okay, it's over, the next part is the night's plot, now we can take a rest."

"Night?" Fu Zhiyu narrowed his eyes, feeling a little bad in his heart, "What's the plot at night?"

"That's the kind of plot." Jiang Su's eyes were a little shy, and his tone remained domineering.

Fu Zhiyu: "What kind of plot is that kind of plot?"

"Women, that's the kind of plot." Jiang Su found that Fu Zhiyu still didn't understand, so she leaned into his ear and explained.

After listening to his explanation, Fu Zhiyu was silent for a long time without saying a word.

He slowly sat down on the chair, shook off the heavy high heels on his feet, and asked, "Then what should I do?"

"I think this watch has no conscience, but it's impossible for the two of us to really do that. We should just put on a pose then?" Jiang Su pondered while looking at the electronic watch.

"What pose?" Fu Zhiyu looked at him and asked.

At this time, he suddenly remembered that there really seemed to be such a plot in the novel.

At that time, he felt that it was too embarrassing to see, so he skipped and watched, so he didn't know the direction of this short plot at all.

"You, you sit on my lap, hold my shoulders, and I hold your waist. Let's get closer, as long as it's obviously ambiguous." At the end, Jiang Su's voice became smaller and smaller .

"Do you think you can do it?" Fu Zhiyu asked gently.

"I don't think...it's impossible." Jiang Su hesitated, "But it might be possible to turn off the lights, and the novel also says to turn off the lights. Let's get over it, and there shouldn't be any problem."

Fu Zhiyu didn't say much, but nodded, "OK."

Anyway, I have done what I should and shouldn't do, and it's okay to have a fake show with an intimate posture.

Embarrassed?That has long been a routine for them.

Jiang Su originally thought that it would be better to proceed with the lights off, not to see Fu Zhiyu's face, and end with a gesture than to turn on the lights.

But unexpectedly, the moment he was ready to turn off the light after taking a shower, his senses were infinitely magnified, which made him more nervous than turning on the light.

With slightly sweaty palms, Jiang Su clearly felt that Fu Zhiyu was on the bed and sat opposite him.

The scent of shower gel mixed in the air made Jiang Su even more nervous. He could only vaguely see a vague outline of Fu Zhiyu, and couldn't help but hold on to the quilt next to him.

He really wanted to escape, but he couldn't escape, woo woo woo.

"Are you ready?" Fu Zhiyu asked in a low voice, and slowly approached Jiang Su, "I'm a bit heavy, you may not last long, so we'd better make a quick decision."

"...Okay." Jiang Su's voice was hoarse, fully revealing her nervousness, she straightened her legs and said with a tense body, "Woman, come up."

Fu Zhiyu first groped and found Jiang Su's leg. He noticed that his leg was shaking, so he withdrew his hand and quickly sat on it.

He didn't dare to push down all the gravity for fear of making Jiang Su feel pain, so he put his hands on Jiang Su's shoulders and moved closer to Jiang Su, making them look closer.

The curtains were not drawn tightly, and the moonlight outside poured in at this moment. Under the moonlight, Jiang Su's outline had a beauty that could not be ignored, and even the golden hair looked much more pleasing to the eye.

Fu Zhiyu was in a daze for a while, and after realizing it, he felt Jiang Su's hand touched his waist first, then retracted it, and after a few seconds, he continued to support his waist, his fingers were trembling.

Fu Zhiyu couldn't help laughing, "Aotian, are you nervous?"

Obviously it was the same tone as when he pretended to be Shangguan Paopao in peacetime, but at this moment, Jiang Su's ears were inexplicably warmed by his words.

He opened his mouth and said "no", but he couldn't hear him.

The darkness magnified his heartbeat infinitely, Jiang Su looked at the person in front of him whose facial features were hard to distinguish, and felt his breath lightly sprinkled on his face.

It was itchy, hot, and even an inexplicable restlessness began to spread all over the body.

He couldn't help asking, "Do you need me to move?"