Top Strong Cultivator as a Teacher: No. 202 How much do you know about the flowers in the dream

"Thank you tonight, little boy Gangjun!"

　　 Wu Yaoqin closed her eyes and said vaguely.

　　 Zhao Gangyu swallowed, looked at the hand that was placed on his thigh, and said, "I should do it all."

　　 "Hmm."

　　Wu Yaoqin snorted, and then stopped talking, as if she was asleep.

　　 Looking at this woman who is in her thirties but who is not at all old, a hint of pity flashed in Zhao Gangyu's heart.

　　Women, especially beautiful women, it is not so difficult to discuss life in such a situation.

　　Zhao Gangyu sighed. At this moment, Wu Yaoqin murmured a few vaguely, and then turned over and pressed Zhao Gangyu under her body. Then, Wu Yaoqin seemed to be dreaming and kissed Zhao Gangyu. Zhao Gangyu was already bloody. Fang Gang, this kiss means that dry wood has touched a raging fire. unstoppable.

　　 I won’t say much about the specific process. Anyway, I heard a lavish voice constantly. This voice was not suppressed at all, and Wu Yaoqin’s voice echoed throughout the room.

　　Even the little brother at the door vaguely heard the sound　, and then felt uncomfortable.

　　 I don’t know how long I have been tossing.

　　 Zhao Gangyu and Wu Yaoqin hugged and fell asleep faintly. Wu Yaoqin curled up like a child and hugged Zhao Gangyu.

　　 Finally, a good morning came.

　　Wu Yaoqin slowly opened his eyes.

　　 (This chapter is the post version of the crab, so if you seem strange, I can’t help it)