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

I don't know how long it took, the sweet kiss gradually stopped, Wang Zichen asked Lan Xinhui's lips in a low voice: "... Is it delicious?"

"Delicious." She replied, in fact, she no longer remembers the taste of grapes.What is smoldering in the mouth and lingering in the heart is the sweetness of the kiss just now and his taste.

She looked around and found that the moon came out of the clouds, the soft moonlight shone down, and the small garden bathed in the moonlight had a special charm.

Being in the beautiful scenery, surrounded by the fragrance of flowers and grapes, just holding hands with him is enough to make people ecstatic, not to mention the kiss just now!

"Thank you!" She heard him say with a smile, she was stunned: he gave her the fruit, so she should thank him, why did he thank her instead?

"Thank you for complimenting me that it's delicious." His voice was full of a deep smile, and he was a little proud of his tricks.

"How can I praise you?" She clarified with a blushing face, "I'm talking about grapes." She struggled embarrassedly, trying to break free from his embrace.

He hugged her even tighter and whispered in her ear: "Aren't I delicious?"

"I don't know." She lowered her head shyly.

"Then tonight, let you savor it carefully and carefully, okay?" His breath gently blew in her ears, and together with his provocative words, she trembled.

She dodged like a deer, but he didn't let her dodge, and hugged her tightly.

After a while, she heard him ask her hoarsely, "Do you like sweet or sour?"

How sweet is it?What about sour?Is this another cryptic term?

She was being ashamed by his previous "is it delicious" and "tasting" and "tasting", at this time she could no longer bear his teasing and teasing.

She shyly pushed him: "Oh, don't say such things again, how embarrassing to be heard by others!"

"What's so embarrassing?" Wang Zichen was stunned, and suddenly understood, he couldn't help laughing "haha": "Are you afraid that others will hear the phrase 'Do you like sweet or sour'? Hehe !"

Lan Xinhui couldn't help but punched his chest lightly with her pink fist: "Oh, you still say it!"

Wang Zichen continued to smile "hehe", as if enjoying her beating him, and when he had finished laughing, he stared at her blushing face with a smile, and explained word by word: "I'm asking you, do you like it?" Sweet grapes, or sour grapes."

"Oh!" Lan Xinhui let out a low cry, buried her face in his chest, she was too ashamed to lift her head.God, what is she thinking?Why would you think about that?When did her mind become so evil?

Her shy look made him want to tease her even more: "Whether you like sweet or sour, I will try my best to match it." He whispered in her ear.

She was ashamed and angry, and lightly tapped his shoulder: "You still say it, you still say it!"

"Okay, no one else heard it anyway, don't be shy!" He smiled and stroked her back: "Come on, I'll pick you up, and you can choose whether it's sour or sweet, okay?"

"Okay." She didn't misunderstand him this time.Letting him hold her high, she stretched out her hand, picked a grape casually, and stuffed it into his mouth.

"It hasn't been washed yet... er, it's sour, so sour!" He complained, but ate it with relish.

She laughed happily, picked off a big and plump grape, and squeezed it into her mouth.

"Don't eat it with the skin on," he reminded her, "Pick a few strings off, take it home and I'll wash it for you before you can eat it with the skin on."