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

It is a very ambiguous thing for a lonely man and a widow to stay in a honeymoon suite decorated with atmosphere.

And although Wang Zichen secretly decided in his heart that he should not be entangled with Lan Xinhui any more, his body was attracted to her involuntarily.

He was lying on the sofa in the outer hall, and the sound of her bathing water could be faintly heard in the bedroom, which made him feel inexplicably restless, so he turned on the TV to cover up the sound of the water.

The sound of the TV really covered up the sound of the bathing water, but even though he was staring at the TV, what came to his mind was her seductive body and the pictures of their kissing together...

In order not to let himself continue to think about it like that, Wang Zichen picked up the remote control and was about to change to a more attractive one.

At this moment, he heard an exclamation of "Ah—" coming from the bedroom.

It was Lan Xinhui's voice!

Wang Zichen jumped up from the sofa like a conditioned reflex, and rushed into the bedroom.

However, when he rushed to the door, his footsteps paused, because he suddenly thought: Could this be another trick she set up for him?

But what if she really had an accident inside?

After a moment of hesitation, he knocked on the door and asked, "What's wrong with you? Has something happened?"

A faint moan came out from inside, Wang Zichen twisted open the door and rushed in.

When rushing to the bathroom door, he saw Lan Xinhui throwing herself beside the bathroom door.

He strode in and helped her up: "how is it? Where did you fall?"

Lan Xinhui sighed, feeling sore all over her body, she tried her best to look up at him: "Thank you!"

Wang Zichen lowered his head and saw that her face was flushed, or because she just took a bath, it showed a beautiful cherry pink color.Not just her face, her neck, her bare shoulders, her collarbone, and below... He guessed that her whole body was covered in such an alluring color at this moment.

The faint scent unique to her body floated into his nose, making his breathing choked, and his heartbeat seemed to miss a beat.

The smooth and moist skin under his fingers was transmitted so clearly that he couldn't help but feel flustered.

With his support, Lan Xinhui barely stood up, but the soles of the slippers were too slippery, and before she could stand still, her feet slipped again, and she fell down again.

Wang Zichen hugged her with quick eyes and hands, and they hugged each other firmly, and when their skin was pressed tightly, both of them felt shocked.

Wang Zichen was about to push her away, but Lan Xinhui put her arms around his neck first: "The ground is too slippery, can you carry me out?"

He heard her voice soft and soft, as if it carried some misty water vapor, and it seemed to carry some fragrance.

For some reason, he didn't resist anymore, but picked her up, walked out of the bathroom carefully, returned to the bedroom, and walked towards the big bed.

The texture of the smooth and delicate skin on his hands, and the sensation of the **** in his arms, made it especially hard for him, who has already tasted it, to resist it.

What's more terrible is that her soft and boneless little hands rubbed his neck vaguely.

A wave of scorching heat spread rapidly from the neck of the mosha, and streams of hot blood rushed rapidly in the body, turning into a raging beast, clamoring to find an exit, to vent 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.