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

Before he reached the bed, Wang Zichen raised his hand, and threw Lan Xinhui onto the bed covered with rose petals as if throwing some dangerous object.

When Lan Xinhui landed on the bed, the rose petals on the bed rose one after another, and some of them fell on her body.

Lan Xinhui who was thrown on the bed let out a groan, and twisted her body uneasily.

With this throwing and twisting, the towel wrapped around Lan Xinhui's body was scattered, and all the beauty of the woman was displayed in front of him: just as he guessed, the whole body was delicate with cherry pink skin, and her figure was uneven...

As a young man full of vigor and blood, Wang Zichen, who has already tasted his marrow and tasted it, but has to suppress it hard, how could he resist the temptation of such a **** woman's ketone body?

It seemed that he didn't use his brain to command at all, but followed his male instinct, so he pounced.

Kiss, thirsty kiss, rush...

Greedy touch, skillful teasing...

Lan Xinhui no longer remembers the intimacy between her and Wang Zichen in the past. In her current memory, this is the first time that she has been so intimate.

Just Wang Zichen's ferocious kiss already made her a little overwhelmed, not to mention his arrogant hands flirting around.

When the secret realm was penetrated by his fingers, she couldn't help but exclaimed and clamped her feet tightly at the same time.

Her actions like this, her coquettish and timid face, her big misty eyes, made him hot and hot.

He kissed her more fiercely, seeking more coolness from her sweet mouth, so as to nourish the thirst deep in his body...

The familiar ringtone of the mobile phone seemed to come from a distant place, and Wang Zichen's eager kiss gradually slowed down.

The ringing of the mobile phone brought back his rationality, his kissing gradually stopped, and the movements of his hands also slowed down. Then, he panted and propped up his body covering her.

"Don't go," she put her arms around his neck, panting and blowing on his neck, the breath made the slightly cooled blood in his carotid artery boil again.

However, the ringtone of the cell phone, which had gradually died down, rang again.

The sound of the bell was like a soul-calling bell, bringing back Wang Zichen's rationality again.

Panting for breath, he propped himself up, and then, with a little force, he broke free from the shackles of Lan Xinhui's hands, sat up, and began to tidy up his messy clothes.

"Don't go!" Lan Xinhui hugged him from behind: "We are husband and wife, so... it should be done."

Hearing her say that they are husband and wife, Wang Zichen remembered that the reason why they became husband and wife was because of her design and deceit, which made him even more angry.

Angry at her seducing him again tonight, and even more angry at himself being bewitched by her again.

Almost, just a little bit, he made the same mistakes again!

Fortunately, the alarm clock he set in the living room rang in time, pulling him back from the edge of the cliff.

He pulled her hands around his waist away, without looking at her, and said: "We shouldn't be husband and wife. If you didn't design to deceive me, we couldn't be husband and wife."

He stood up from the bed, seeing her wanting to reach out to pull him again, he avoided her hand, and stared at her coldly: "Lan Xinhui, please respect yourself!"

Lan Xinhui's outstretched hand froze, he refused her so harshly and justly, it seemed like she was forcing him.

It was obvious that he was so cruel to her just now, but she just didn't want him to leave here like this.

Wang Zichen looked coldly at her pink face gradually turning pale, but continued without pity: "I admit that I am stupid, I was deceived by you for so long before I didn't know it. But, you are too insulting to my IQ Yes, the same trick, used over and over again!"