Chapter 1485 Wipe the Gun and Misfire

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The whole person was stunned, and his mind went blank.

"Um~ah~"

Hearing the sound of humming and humming coming from inside, and looking at the limited edition picture, Wang Jiaohua's head was rumbling.

All the blood rushed straight to the top of her head in an instant, making her face flushed red.

Shame and embarrassment and anger.

Her only thought at this moment is that she wants to kill Ling Weifeng!

She must kill Ling Weifeng!

He actually showed her this kind of movie, and what's more, he even turned the faces of the male and female protagonists on it into her and Fang Zhiming.

Isn't it just a box of fun and supplies for the wedding gift? As for holding grudges, why don't you give her such a big move.

Thinking of Fang Jiming sitting next to her right now, Wang Jiaohua wanted to die.

The strange feeling in his body became more obvious under the rendering of this atmosphere.

Her mouth was parched and her body tensed.

He hurriedly picked up the remote control, trying to turn off the video.

However, maybe it was too nervous, maybe the remote control just broke at this time.

No matter how much she presses it, she can't turn it off.

The more you can't turn it off, the more nervous you become, the more nervous you become, the more chaotic your hands are.

The remote control in his hand fell to the ground with a snap.

Wang Jiaohua quickly bent over to pick it up.

At this time, Fang Jiming also bent down and reached out to help her pick it up.

Her hand was on the remote control, and his was on the back of her hand.

The movements of the two froze at the same time.

Wang Jiaohua raised her head and bumped into Fang Jiming's black eyes like splashed ink.

The four eyes meet, sparks shoot out.

The eyes are fixed, as if there are thousands of magnets attracting each other, they can't move away at all.

Wang Jiaohua swallowed nervously, breathing unnaturally, and even forgot how to breathe.

Looking at the beautiful face so close at hand, Fang Jiming's mouth felt dry for a while.

The empty room was filled with the ambiguous voice in the video, and even the air became blurred.

The temperature was rising steadily, and the eyes they looked at each other had already changed in quality.

Lonely men and widows, dry firewood and fire.

With video rendering like this again, it seems impossible not to have something happen.

No one spoke or moved, they just kept picking up the remote control and looked at each other.

Fang Jiming's gaze fell on Wang Jiaohua's red lips pursed from nervousness.

His face, which was flushed with the stamina of purple fascination, was even redder now.

Beautiful.

He lowered his eyes halfway, and slowly approached his face.

Realizing what he wanted to do, Wang Jiaohua became even more nervous.

The next thing seems to be well known.

If it was changed to before, she would definitely refuse.

But today I don't know what's going on, the strange feeling in her body makes her very eager.

Longing for his touch.

So, she couldn't refuse.

Can only wait nervously.

Waiting for his approach.

Just as his breath fell on her face, Wang Jiaohua gently closed her eyes.

The soft touch from her lips made the fire in her body ignite all of a sudden.

She gently parted her vermilion lips to welcome his kiss.

Fang Jiming bit her lips, sucked gently, and then pried open her teeth, deepening the kiss.

On the TV, the ambiguous voice became louder and louder, the heavy breathing, and the soft and charming crooning all stimulated the two of them.

Fang Jiming stretched out his hand, supported Wang Jiaohua's shoulder and sat up, and then pressed him on the sofa.

Kiss more deeply.

Night, so blurred, just kissing can no longer satisfy.

Lips and tongues intersected, and hands kept groping on each other.

Hugging and kissing all the way from the sofa to the direction of the room.