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

After Wang Zichen rushed into the bedroom of the honeymoon suite, he saw Lan Xinhui curled up beside the bathroom door.Fortunately, the bathroom door was pushed and pulled from side to side, so he opened it easily.

"How are you?" he asked, leaning over her, trying to make sure she was unconscious or conscious.

"Huh...huh?" Lan Xinhui replied in a daze.Wang Zichen heard her soft and weak voice, and saw the pink smooth and moist skin. At this time, Lan Xinhui just wrapped her body from the chest to the bottom of the buttocks with a bath towel.And because of the fall, the bath towel was also very messy, barely covering the important parts.

Seeing such a scene, Wang Zichen's blood rushed to his forehead, and he almost had a nosebleed.

Seeing that Lan Xinhui didn't pass out, he probably didn't fall too badly, so he reached out and hugged her.Carry her out of the bathroom and onto the rose petal bed in the bedroom.

Lan Xinhui wasn't very heavy, but there were so few coverings on her body that Wang Zichen didn't dare to look down at her.

Although he didn't look at her, he really felt the smooth and delicate skin touched by his hands.

The delicate skin gave him a refreshing feeling, but inexplicably made him feel even hotter, making him want to touch more...

When Lan Xinhui was picked up, she consciously put her arms around Wang Zichen's neck.I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, but her soft and boneless hands rubbed his neck vaguely.

Wang Zichen felt a scorching heat spread rapidly from the neck of the man who was rubbed, and a stream of hot blood rushed in his body, clamoring to find an outlet and vent it out...

At this moment, he really wanted to overwhelm her without hesitation, and try to get his way... But he managed to regain his sanity, taking a deep breath to maintain the oxygen in his head and maintain his remaining sanity, while striding forward. He staggered towards the kingsize bed.

Finally, when he was two steps away from the bed, Wang Zichen raised his hand, and threw Lan Xinhui onto the bed covered with rose petals like throwing away a dangerous dynamite bag.

Lan Xinhui who was thrown on the bed let out a sigh, and curled up her body.

Hearing her groaning in pain, Wang Zichen suddenly thought that she just fell down twice tonight, and he didn't know if she had a concussion. Throwing her down like this would aggravate her concussion?

Thinking of this, Wang Zichen felt a little flustered. He hurried to the bed and asked eagerly, "How are you? Do you feel sick?"

When he lowered his head to ask her, he saw her being thrown on the bed, the bath towel that had been messily wrapped around her had been untied, and all he could see was the delicate cherry pink skin that had just emerged from the bath, and Her curvy figure.

This was the first time Wang Zichen faced such a lively female body, he was stunned for a moment, unable to move.He clearly knew that he shouldn't continue to look at it, but he couldn't look away.

After watching for some time, Lan Xinhui twisted her body uncomfortably and turned over.

Only then did Wang Zichen regain his sanity, he stretched out his hand and lifted the quilt, and quickly wrapped around Lan Xinhui, who was naked, like something dangerous.

Lan Xinhui turned over again uncomfortably, her body sometimes curled up uncomfortably, and sometimes stretched out, the quilt she just put on was kicked away by her.