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

Chapter 237

How could Wang Zichen, who had been struggling with depression, bear such a stimulus?

It was as if all the blood in his body rushed to his head for the first time, and his hot-blooded mind had long since had no room for rationality.

He bent down and picked her up from the slumped on the ground, and kissed wildly wherever his lips could touch: her shoulders, neck, collarbone, all the way down...

His hand wandered around her body, and when he met the wet pajamas, he began to peel off the pajamas, first hers, then his...

From the lotus pods, thin and dense curtains of warm water fell on their bodies and splashed in all directions.

They are shrouded in the water curtain, as if they are doing exciting white water rafting.

The vortex of passion swirls and sweeps over, but they avoid its swirling force, and cleverly use the power of the water to cross mountains and rivers, sometimes drifting with the water, and sometimes going against the water.

Sometimes light, sometimes heavy; sometimes slow, sometimes urgent...

They tacitly control the same raft, swinging, advancing, retreating, or jumping with the water force...

Cross the gap together, step up the steps together, climb the mountain together, climb to the peak together...

The scenery at the peak is so beautiful, they couldn't help wandering back and forth there, lingering and playing, until both of them couldn't bear it anymore, so they couldn't bear it anymore.

They looked at each other tacitly, leaped in the air, both turned into feathers, and fled to the sky...

Lan Xinhui, who hadn't done such an intense exercise for a long time, couldn't bear it and fell straight into a dream.

But Wang Zichen didn't feel sleepy at all, he rinsed her carefully under the warm water curtain, then wrapped her in a big towel, and carried her back to the bedroom.

He didn't care that he was still wet, so he wiped her dry first and stuffed her under the quilt.

Seeing that her hair was wet, he turned her head towards the edge of the bed, letting her hair hang naturally from the bed for easy wiping.

He dried himself hastily, put on a pajamas, and came over to brush her hair carefully.

He used a large towel to absorb the moisture in the hair, and then used a hair dryer to dry the hair until it was half dry, then combed the hair and combed it to dry.

In the past, he used a large-toothed comb to comb her hair, but now there is no large-toothed comb here, so he uses his fingers to comb her hair gently.He ran his fingers through her hair, and slowly pulled it down...

Her hair is very long, but it is not permed or curled, and it is naturally vertical, but it is of good quality.His fingers felt a smooth and supple texture.

When they were newlyweds and honeymoon, he liked to see her hair scattered on the pillow, as if it was covered with a layer of soft and smooth satin...

In the past, he read a book about the joy of thrushing eyebrows between husband and wife, and he couldn't understand why it would be fun to help his wife draw eyebrows.It wasn't until he helped her brush and comb her hair that he slowly realized the beauty of it.

At that time, when she was washing her hair, he would always actively help her brush her hair. At first, it was purely helping, but later it turned into taking advantage of the opportunity, and then seamlessly linked to foreplay, and then...

Even after-the-fact services like these days, he never tires of it.Because he always finds an incredible power of stability in such small things.

I don't know why, during that time his heart was always so stable, as if he had found the person he was looking for... At that time, he had thought of living with her forever...

Now rubbing her hair again, he seems to have returned to the sweet time in the past, and he once again experienced the feeling of psychological stability.

Wang Zichen didn't know why he felt this way, he didn't know if it was the illusion of a man after he was full.

Thinking of all the things before, he was so satisfied that he wanted to smile, and involuntarily had the idea of ​​wanting to do it again...

Lan Xinhui, what kind of magical power does she have on her body that makes him want her as soon as he gets close to her, once he wants her, he wants her more times...