The petite little wife: don't misunderstand the proud president

The blackout curtains in the guest room were not drawn tightly, and the morning light poured in through the gaps in the blackout curtains through the white gauze curtains.

Wang Zichen turned over and felt a different touch from the bed at home, and he woke up.Looking at the surrounding environment with the faint morning light coming in, he remembered that he was in a hotel room.

Looking sideways at the sofa not far away, he saw Lan Xinhui still lying on the sofa quietly, motionless.

Ou Zi and the others definitely wouldn't believe it: the young man and a woman with a graceful figure spent the night peacefully in a hotel room alone.

Last night, when Lan Xinhui came out of the bathroom after taking a shower and walked to his bedside, he suddenly felt an unprecedented strange feeling: he was clearly conscious, but he guessed that she might want to fuck him The bed, he knew he should stop it, but the strange thing is, his body seemed to be under some spell, unable to move.

There was a strange feeling of excitement and longing in his blood. If the phone hadn't rang right then, he wouldn't have known what would happen next...

The ringing of the phone seemed to unravel the spell, and instantly dissipated the ambiguous and charming atmosphere in the room.The phone call from An Ji was like a bucket of cold water pouring over him, waking him up when he was in a trance.

He turned over, and Lan Xinhui reached out to press the light, and handed him the mobile phone that was originally on the table. Then, she turned around as if nothing had happened, took a prepared blanket, and lay down on the sofa.

When he looked over after answering the phone, he saw that she was lying on the sofa quietly and motionless as before.

Ever since he was a child, Wang Zichen had never been alone in a room with a woman at night like this, and he somehow felt that the atmosphere was so strange.

Thinking of her behaviors of touching porcelain in the past, and her behavior of coming straight to his bed, he was secretly on guard.However, she didn't do anything until he fell asleep.

When I woke up now, I saw that she was still lying there quietly, as if her sleeping position on her side had not changed.

Seeing her lying there so motionless, a strange thought suddenly crossed Wang Zichen's mind - she won't, can't she move?

Thinking of how silent and motionless she was when she was drugged last night, Wang Zichen's heart skipped a beat: Could it be that the drug was given too much?

This thought made him turn over from the bed immediately, he threw off the quilt, rushed to the sofa with bare feet, probed for Lan Xinhui's breath with one hand, and probed for her pulse with the other.

Fortunately, he felt his beating pulse with one hand, and felt his breathing with the other. Then, Lan Xinhui suddenly opened his eyes.

For a moment, she just stared at him with clear eyes without blinking, Wang Zichen hastily withdrew his hand, and said awkwardly: "Are you awake?"

Lan Xinhui hugged the blanket and sat up. She looked at him who took two steps back: "What were you doing just now?" Her tone was quiet, and she didn't seem to blame her, as if she was just discussing the matter.

"I saw you were motionless, I thought..." Wang Zichen didn't know why, his voice sounded a little weak, he secretly took a breath: "Because you were drugged last night, I thought it would There are some after-effects or something."

Lan Xinhui raised her hand and rubbed her throbbing temples, it was strange, she didn't feel a headache when she woke up last night, why did it hurt now?

Maybe it was because he was too flustered at the time, but later he saw Wang Zichen feeling drunk and uncomfortable, and he was too worried and anxious, didn't he notice the pain?