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

Imagine seeing such a straight man, such an elegant and stylish Wang Zichen wearing a mesh dress, Lan Xinhui couldn't breathe out of laughter.

After laughing, she couldn't help teasing him again: "Then take off your clothes and put on that!"

"Do you think I dare not?" Wang Zichen said, and really began to unbutton his shirt one by one.

Lan Xinhui's eyes widened in surprise, and she unconsciously covered her mouth: "You really..."

While continuing to unbutton his clothes, Wang Zichen blinked at him ambiguously.

That look is simply captivating!

Lan Xinhui couldn't help but blushed for a while, she still kept her mouth covered and looked at him with blinking eyes.

Wang Zichen's face was also flushed a little, he unbuttoned all the buttons one by one, and then took off his clothes.

Then, whistling, the clothes dangled between his fingertips, and he threw them at her.

Lan Xinhui subconsciously reached out her hand to catch the clothes, but found that he just swayed the gun and made a gesture of throwing the clothes, and his clothes were still in his hands right now!

And he was already bullying, before she could react, he had already reached out and hugged her.

"Hey, what are you doing?" She glared at him coquettishly, but subconsciously closed her eyes because a drop of water hit her eyelashes suddenly: "Huh, is it raining?"

Wang Zichen hugged her and hid behind a small but strong tree, and pushed her against the thick tree trunk. He leaned forward to block her from the wind and rain.

At the same time, he covered her head with the clothes in his hand to block the raindrops falling from above.

After a gust of wind, the raindrops seemed to stop suddenly.

Wang Zichen raised his hands and tied the sleeves and corners of the casual shirt that was blocking Lan Xinhui's head to the branches above Lan Xinhui's head, and a simple small tent was formed.

It was as if a dress rehearsal was over before he finished it, and another gust of wind passed by, and the raindrops fell again.

Lan Xinhui was pleasantly surprised to find that this small special tent could block most of the raindrops.

"Hurry up and hide in!" Seeing him standing in the rain and inspecting the simple tent, Lan Xinhui couldn't help but grab his hand and pull him under the "tent".

He ducked in and stood beside her.His eyes swept over her smiling face, and landed on her hand that was still holding him.

She rarely took the initiative to have intimate actions with him, especially during this period of time.

He looked at her holding his hand with a smile, Lan Xinhui seemed to have some ambiguity in his eyes... She just held his hand, why did his eyes look like she was recommending a pillow mat?

She let go of his hand, but he held her small hand behind his back. His other hand was placed on her waist, and he hugged her even tighter.

They stood very close, so close that Lan Xinhui could hear the steady and powerful beating of his heart in his chest.

Different from his calmness and strength, Lan Xinhui felt that her heartbeat seemed to be too lively and shallow, like a lively little deer jumping happily uncontrollably, and such a word flashed in her mind - little deer chaotic Collide.

She looked down at their hands, her hands were held by his broad palms, which looked very slender.His hands are broad, her hands are slender, the contrast is so sharp, yet they look so harmonious.

The wind in the forest is a bit cool, even in this early summer season, even if she is not exposed to rain, it is still a bit cold.But she felt the temperature of his palm, the slightly warm temperature spread to her fingers, ten fingers connected to the heart, the warmth flooded into her heart.