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

A light kiss landed on her face, with a slight itch, Lan Xinhui slapped her long eyelashes like butterflies, and then opened them upwards.

When she opened her eyes, she saw a handsome face with smiling eyebrows and eyes: "Good morning!" Wang Zichen's voice also carried a deep smile.

"Good morning!" Infected by his smile, Lan Xinhui unconsciously bloomed a bright smile, she stretched lazily, and asked casually: "What time is it?"

"It's almost eight o'clock." Wang Zichen replied, seeing her covering her mouth and yawning, he said pitifully, "If you're still sleepy, go on to sleep, and I'll tell Millie."

"No need." Lan Xinhui sat up, saw the festive arrangement in the room, remembered everything from last night, her face started to feel slightly hot.

"Then I'll carry you in to wash up!" Wang Zichen said.

"No need," Lan Xinhui refused, got off the bed, put on her shoes and hurried into the bathroom.

While she was brushing her teeth, Wang Zichen also came in, and he picked up the comb and began to gently comb her hair.

Lan Xinhui glanced at her fresh and clean hair in the mirror, and suddenly remembered the scene of him washing her hair last night.

After the "dancing" in the warm bath last night, he carefully washed her again, then carried her into the bathtub, let her lie in it and soak in the bath, and he began to wash her hair.

At the beginning, his movements were a bit clumsy, but he quickly mastered the door knocking, gently massaging her scalp with his fingertips, and she was so comfortable that she almost fell asleep.

When he finally helped her wash her hair, picked her up, and helped her dry her body, she looked at the empty clothes rack in the bathroom and asked, "Where are the clothes? Why isn't there any clothes? "

"No need to wear clothes." She heard him say, turned to look at him, but saw him pick up a bottle of Chanel No. 5 and spray it on her: "Just wear this to sleep."

Bathed in the fragrance, Lan Xinhui remembered the famous line of Marilyn Monroe: "When I sleep, I only wear Chanel No. [-]."

It's not just her, Wang Zichen also sprinkled some perfume on himself and bathed in it.Then, he came over, picked her up, and carried her back to the bed.

Lan Xinhui touched her wet hair and sat up from the bed: "My hair hasn't been dried yet."

Immediately afterwards, a dry and soft towel was placed on her head: "I'll wipe it for you."

He stood by the bed and carefully wiped off some of the moisture from her hair. Then he brought a hair dryer, turned on the warm air, and carefully dried her hair.

His hands gently picked up her hair, and while blowing, he gently combed her hair with his fingers. He had blown her hair like this before, so his movements were more skillful and gentle.With the warm wind gently blowing on her head, Lan Xinhui felt so comfortable that she wanted to sigh.

She yawned comfortably, and habitually raised her hand to cover her mouth.However, in the process of raising his hand, he accidentally touched his body, and touched the part that should not be touched.

"I'm sorry!" She hurriedly apologized, "I didn't mean to."

"Didn't it be intentional?" Wang Zichen said in a hoarse voice: "Then you did it on purpose? Or on purpose?"

He let go of his half-dry hair, put the blower aside, leaned over, and focused on dealing with her intentionally and deliberately...

"What are you in a daze for?" Wang Zichen's voice pulled her back from her thoughts. She looked in the mirror and found a suspicious red cloud on her face.

Wang Zichen also saw her blushing, and asked, "Are you thinking about what happened last night?"

"How could it be?" Lan Xinhui denied guiltily, hurriedly finished brushing her teeth, rinsed her mouth a few times, washed her face in a hurry, and wanted to escape from his side.

However, Wang Zichen grabbed her and said, "I'll check to see if you've brushed it clean." Then, he lowered his head and checked "by himself"...