"Rub it yourself!" Song Wuyou glared at Gu Yanhao with a blushing face.
"It wants you to rub it." Gu Yanhao put her hand there.
"You—" Song Wuyou pulled back his hand forcefully, but he couldn't pull it back no matter what.
This man forced her to hold it and rub it...
Song Wuyou became angry from embarrassment: "Gu Yanhao, are you not afraid that I will break it?"
Gu Yanhao took a breath of relief, his eyes were extremely deep, "You can't bear it."
Song Wuyou sneered coldly: "Whoever said it, I'll screw it up."
After finishing speaking, Song Wuyou held it tightly and twisted it.
"Hiss—" Gu Yanhao took another breath of relief.
Because of the pleasure and discomfort, her delicate face was slightly distorted.
He held Song Wuyou's hand tightly, not letting her take it away.
His eyes seemed scarlet, deep, and desire~seeking dissatisfaction.
Song Wuyou wanted to give it a hard twist, but as soon as she held it tightly, he gasped and frightened her.
Seeing his comfortable and dissatisfied expression, her heart was beating chugs.
Gu Yanhao's eyes blurred, "Don't twist it, rub it, hold it, rub it."
"Don't rub!" Song Wuyou resisted, pulling his hand hard.
Gu Yanhao firmly grasped her wrist, staring at her with desire and dissatisfaction: "Uncomfortable."
"You solve it yourself!"
"Song Wuyou, you are torturing me."
"You are torturing me!"
"How did I torture you? Do you want it?"
"Want your head!"
"Rub, finish rubbing early and end soon!" The man's voice was so hoarse that Song Wuyou felt strange.
"..." Song Wuyou glared at him viciously, she really didn't want to rub, but if she continued to struggle, if she was pulling with him, it would hurt the wound again.
But rubbing, she felt very obscene.
However, there seems to be a voice deep in my heart saying: My wife helps my husband solve his physical needs, so what the hell
"I'm so uncomfortable." Gu Yanhao lowered his head and pressed his forehead against Song Wuyou's, with a hoarse voice, "Wuyou, help me."
"Just this time!" Song Wuyou's heart was beating wildly.
"Well, just this time." Gu Yanhao raised the corners of his lips.
Just this time, from now on, he doesn't use her hands, but directly uses her body.
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Mrs. Song dressed very stylishly, and walked out of the Song family villa with the brand-name bag Song Jiuyue gave her.
She made an appointment with the hostess of the neighboring villa to play mahjong together.
As soon as he walked out of the villa, the phone in the designer bag rang.
Mrs. Song stopped and took out her mobile phone from her bag. The caller ID showed an unfamiliar number.
She wanted to refuse to listen, but she seemed to think of something, so she answered.
As soon as the call was answered, a cold male voice came from the other party.
"Ms. Yang, why hasn't the remaining money arrived in my account yet?"
Mrs. Song was startled, and thought: "Are you not dead?"
"Hehe, you really want me to die?"
Mrs. Song glanced around sneakily, and asked, "Where are you?"
"Don't ask me where I am, I just want to know, when will you call me for the remaining money?"
Seeing that there was no one around, Mrs. Song's face darkened: "I found out that Song Wuyou is not dead!"
The other party sneered: "You want to renege
Mrs. Song: "I won't renege on my debt, I want you to act again and kill Song Wuyou!"
The other party: "It's okay to act again, pay the money. My purpose is to pay the balance regardless of whether the task is successful or not."
Mrs. Song: "If you kill Song Wuyou, I will give you money!"