Quick Transmigrate to Have a Boyfriend

They have been practicing martial arts for generations. The banquets are different from those of modern times, and they have more ancient style.

In the daytime, the children of each sect went down to visit Shelian under the guidance of their own sect. You can also follow the young master of lotus in the society to offer sacrifices to ancestors and kneel down to the ancestral hall.

Naturally, Jiang Lang followed his daughter-in-law all the way. Just when he came out, his daughter-in-law was wearing white lining, which he thought was just like this.

Did not expect that after he went out, two people separated such a short period of time, the man's clothes is a layer and a layer.

Is it hot or not? Can his daughter-in-law bear it?

After holding a series of ceremonies, Wan Daiyu, dressed in a heavy national costume, has already shed a lot of sweat.

For the first time last night, he didn't control himself. It seemed that he couldn't bear it.

At the end of the visit, when he temporarily restored his freedom, Wan Daiyu's body fell slightly to the side.

"Only seven, let me rely on it for a while..." Before is only seven in their own side, so Wan Daiyu did not see people said so.

Wan Daiyu's waist immediately came a big hand. The voice from his side was different, only seven of them were cold, with a deep and slightly dissatisfied: "rely on other men, Xiaoyu, I will be jealous."

Wan Daiyu looked aside, and it was really Jiang Lang. Besides him, who dares to hold him with such courage.

His ceremony was almost over, and the people watching the social lotus custom were almost scattered.

Wan Daiyu didn't push away Jiang languo. He was very tired, so he leaned his whole body weight towards Jiang languo.

"Stinky rascal." Just relying on the discomfort, Wan Daiyu started, holding on to Jiang languo, who was much lighter than him.

Jiang languor stroked his waist hand, indicating: "thank you for your self introduction."

"Shut up." Even these two words with momentum, Wan Daiyu are powerless to say.

"Look, whose little white hand is this? It's not a hooligan. What is it that binds me so tightly?"

Jiang Lang is still telling the truth, poking his heart. Wan Daiyu pushed people down a corner, a tolerance again, unbearable, on the mouth.

Can fierce can fierce, in ginger languor throat knot place gnaw.

Ginger languid body immediately tense, two fingertips overlapping, and then played the ball to leave his own Wan Daiyu, "little master, very presumptuous ah."

After Wan Daiyu left Jiang languo, he still held him in this position and put his side face close to his chest. He thought that he was secretly laughing in the place where he could not see.

"Don't talk about me about taking advantage. You're still my ancestor." Wan Dai Yu bumps into Jiang Lang's head.

Then he plucked up his courage, put his chin on Jiang languo's chest, and looked up at him like this, "Jiang Yong, we..."

What's the relationship.

Jiang is eager to kiss, and the man stands on tiptoe to get closer to him. As a result, Jiang is leaning his mouth and returning to his body.

Tease him?! Wan Dai Yu Qi.

"Uncomfortable..." Wan Daiyu pulled the clothes on both sides of Jiang's waist.

Ginger languid no longer make him, slightly lower body, some hasty way: "where uncomfortable?"

Wan Daiyu kisses her lips. So secretly happy, secretly attacked Jiang Lang.

As a result, Wan Daiyu was kissed backward by the man and his back was against the corner of the wall.

The two kiss each other.

A kiss ends, and ginger languor forehead against the forehead, Wan Daiyu slightly panting for breath.

Vaguely, Wan Daiyu said, "you know him last night, right?"

The man said in a deep voice, "yes."