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

No man can escape such a gaze, Wang Zichen felt that Lan Xinhui's admiring and admiring gaze was like a sharp arrow, piercing the wind and shooting straight at his heart.

He only felt a numbness in his heart, and then it seemed as if a fire was lit there, igniting the blood in his whole body.

As if it was a subconscious instinctive action, he pulled her into his arms, lowered his head, and kissed her forehead, and she obediently closed her eyes.

He kissed her tightly closed eyes: "Don't look at me like that... No, you are not allowed to look at others like that in the future."

He heard his own voice hoarse and tight with emotion.Damn it, with just one look, he couldn't control it anymore.When did he, who has always had strong self-control, become so fragile?

"Why?" She asked softly, her soft voice seemed to be seductive.

Wang Zichen didn't answer, his lips slightly lowered to kiss the seal.

He felt her slightly dazed, then a little hesitation, and then she obeyed, and then, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back.

Her daze, her hesitation, her obedience and her initiative, no matter what kind of reaction she had, were irresistible to him.

He kissed deeper and deeper, and the more he kissed, the more he lost himself. He could only feel the blood in his whole body screaming, let him conquer her, tame her, and eat her to pieces!

His mind seems to have stopped thinking, all rationality has been taken over by impulse, and all actions are completed in accordance with instinct.

He picked her up, and walked to the long table in the small hall in three steps at a time. He put her down on the long table, and then pressed himself on it.

Lan Xinhui, who was immersed in a deep kiss, suddenly felt a chill behind her back, and gradually regained her senses, she stretched out her hand and pushed Wang Zichen, who was on her body while continuing to kiss, caressing wantonly on her body: "King, king..."

"Zichen, call me Zichen." Wang Zichen stopped kissing and took the time to say.

He met Lan Xinhui's gaze, and found that her hazy eyes were now clear, he was a little stunned: "What's wrong?"

"I feel a little cold behind the back." Lan Xinhui said softly.

Wang Zichen propped himself up a little, and found that he had lifted Lan Xinhui's clothes off, and her bare back was pressed against the solid wooden table, no wonder she felt cold... It was only at this moment that he realized that he had hurriedly put She was crushed on the table in the small hall!

This place is only a few steps away from the bedroom, he really can't imagine that he was so anxious just now!

He took a deep breath to calm himself down a little, he stood up and stretched out his hand to pull Lan Xinhui up.

He held her in his arms and stroked her cold back: "Let's go to the bedroom."

The furniture in the bedroom is complete. Lan Xinhui saw that the bed, bedside table, dresser and the wardrobe in the developed cloakroom are all in her favorite style.

She couldn't help but looked at Wang Zichen with admiration, but saw him open the closet, took out the sheets from it, and began to make the bed.

That set of bed sheets was bought by them together, and the red color has the traditional pattern of mandarin ducks playing in the water.Now looking at the pattern again, Lan Xinhui inexplicably felt the ambiguous affection between the two mandarin ducks.Her face couldn't help but get hot: "Wang... Zichen."

"Huh?" His voice was a little low and hoarse, and he patted the hastily made bed: "Come here."