The Paranoid President's Little Wife

Chapter 979 Is it OK?
Mo You vaguely heard the sound of his leaving footsteps.

After a while, she pressed the handle on the door, turned the anti-lock knob under the handle, and walked out curiously.

In the next room, Fu Yechen's bedroom, there was the sound of gurgling water.

Mo You walked in barefoot, followed the sound, and the scent of roses and fresh milk was refreshing.

She walked unhurriedly to the bathroom door, and saw Fu Yechen sitting on the steps beside the jacuzzi in the spacious bathroom, patiently peeling off the basket of red roses that had been washed clean. Pinch after pinch of petals, sprinkled into a bathtub full of milk.

The neckline of his white shirt was slightly open, revealing two sexy pectoral muscles. The cuffs of the shirt were rolled up between his arms, revealing his slightly pale wheat-colored skin. The tailored trousers made his legs look slender and beautiful.

At this moment, Mo You saw God, and suddenly felt that this man who devoted himself to arranging a rose milk bath for her was very handsome, very sexy, and very charming.

Suddenly, a strange wave ignited in the flame in her heart.

After suddenly regaining consciousness, Mo You felt a little surprised by her strange feelings.

But then she would imagine that the reason why her elder brother was so courteous to her for nothing was that he had "bad intentions" towards her in all likelihood.

But now, seeing that her elder brother was so serious that she didn't even notice that she was standing at the door of the bathroom, a prank suddenly arose in her heart.

However, when she stepped into the bathroom and crept up behind him, she suddenly stepped on something under her feet, and there was a stabbing pain, which made her shrink back with a "hiss", and finally died because the ground was full of water. His feet slipped, and his center of gravity became unstable like rowing a boat.

Seeing that she was about to fall into the big bathtub in front of her, Fu Yechen got up and subconsciously protected her
The other hand nimbly grabbed her waist, but because of her excessive impact, his body lost its support, and he was forced to fall into the big bathtub together with her without warning.

"Whoa-"

"Cough-cough-cough cough cough!" After being frightened, Tong Xiaoying choked up a few mouthfuls of water, her mouth and nose filled with the smell of milk.

She hugged Fu Yechen's neck instinctively, and clung tightly to his arms, just like the survival instinct of a drowning person, not daring to relax for a moment.

"It's okay! It's okay! I'm here..." Fu Yechen patted Mo You's back lightly, and comforted him gently and patiently.

"Ahem——" Mo You wrapped her arms around his neck, buried her head pitifully against his chest, and coughed endlessly.

She raised her eyes in a panic, and met his pair of black eyes that seemed to be designed to confuse her mind, and she was suddenly in a state of confusion.

The wet chiffon skirt became translucent, outlining the outline of her underwear, and her exquisite breasts were half exposed on the rose petals.

And the soaked white shirt on his body was also translucent, sticking drippingly to his strong and sexy chest.

The hormonal atmosphere gradually became stronger, and Fu Yechen's deep and lacquer-like black pupils, against the backdrop of two thick and slightly raised sword eyebrows, exuded a glamorous light.

His nose was straight, and his thin lips outlined a bewildered smile.

Mo You saw God again, the shyness on her cheeks became redder and redder, and her heart beat faster and faster.

She watched his sexy Adam's apple slide up and down, and when she pursed her lips, she felt a breath of stale air in her chest, and her whole body gradually became hot.

Fu Yechen looked at her tenderly, and asked with concern, "Is it better?"

"Yeah." Mo You nodded obediently, remembering

body, but found that his legs are actually weak.

He slightly hooked his lips: "Xiaoyan, can I?"

"What can I do?" She asked kindly, nah-na.

After asking this sentence, she regretted it, because she only realized what the "Is it okay" he asked was referring to.

"I think……"

"But my foot hurts." Mo You hurriedly interrupted what Fu Yechen was about to say.

Fu Yechen's heart tightened, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and he said worriedly, "Let me see."

As he spoke, his big palm lifted her little feet out of the milk bath.

On the soles of her feet, there were a few small red dots pierced by something.

(End of this chapter)