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

Wang Zichen hurriedly left the bathroom and ran to another bathroom to take a shower.That sentence kept echoing in his ears - "Why don't we wash it together!"

In fact, he didn't know if he really heard what she said, or if he was hallucinating.

Maybe it's hallucination?He thought that he was immersed in his own memories at that time, so he had such an illusion.

In the bathroom before, Lan Xinhui covered her hot face, she couldn't believe that she said that to him - "Why don't we wash together!"

I actually said something like that?She thought to herself, why should I say such a thing? !

Although it doesn't seem like a big deal for ordinary couples to wash mandarin ducks together, we are not ordinary couples!

Thinking of Wang Zichen rushing out as if fleeing, she was even more embarrassed.

After taking a bath in embarrassment, she returned to the bedroom, and saw Wang Zichen walking in. He was not wearing anything but a towel around his waist... She hurriedly looked away.

After taking a shower, Wang Zichen realized that he forgot to take his clothes to take a shower, so he could only go back with a towel around him.

On the way back to the bedroom, he suddenly remembered the first time he saw her in the capital: she not only threw herself into her arms, but also took the initiative to unbutton his clothes... If when he returned to the bedroom, she rushed Come up, what if you tear off his towel?

Thinking of this, he hesitated for a moment before pushing open the bedroom door and walking in.

When he entered the door, she raised her head and glanced at him, but it was just a glance, and then she hurriedly looked away, adding a layer of red to her already pink face after taking a bath.

Because she always wanted to be with him, and because she had been tricked by her before, he was always on guard against her.

But as a man, it seems that he likes to see women blushing shyly, right?Seeing him shyly avoiding sight, he calmed down instead.

He calmly walked to the cabinet, opened it, took the pajamas, turned his back to him, put the pajamas on his body, untied the bath towel, and tied the belt of the pajamas again.

After putting on his pajamas, he turned around and glanced at her while wiping his hair.

She was already lying on the bed at this time, and closed her eyes.However, he saw her long eyelashes flicker from time to time, indicating that she was not asleep.

He remembered that before, when they were newlyweds and honeymoon, she would sometimes wait for her on the bed like this.

At that time, he always rushed forward impatiently, unceremoniously enjoying a gluttonous feast...

Thinking about it now, in fact, at that time, he was almost the one who took the initiative and she was the one who was passive. He liked to see her shy look the most.It's like facing a mysterious gift, he will open it layer by layer, each layer has surprises...

Thinking of all the previous passions, he felt a tightness in his lower abdomen, as if seeing something beautiful that he coveted, he swallowed unconsciously.

Before entering the door, he was worried that she would rush over and forced him.But now, what he is worried about is that he himself will jump over in a fever...

He quickly turned and walked away to the bathroom to dry his hair.

When wiping his hair in front of the foggy mirror, he still couldn't help thinking wildly, and he no longer controlled himself, allowing his thoughts to fly freely.

He turned on the hair dryer, and the warm wind blew gently, warming his scalp, and he closed his eyes in enjoyment.But I couldn't think of the beauty lying on the bed in my mind.

Then, the past and the present continue to overlap, and all the past emerges...

The warm air from the hair dryer gradually became hotter. He turned down the hot air of the hair dryer, but it was still hot.

In fact, at this moment, the heat in his body has nothing to do with the hair dryer, and the boiling blood all over his body seems to be looking for an outlet to vent out...