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

It was the first time for Lan Xinhui to do such a thing, she was always in shock and embarrassment.

On the way home, she played back the previous events over and over again in her mind.Thinking of her heroic and shameful action riding on him, she couldn't help but blush fiercely, and at the same time, she was secretly surprised that she could make such an action.

What made her unbelievable was that she actually used her hand to help him with that... what is it called?Skewers?masturbation?

Although it was to help my husband like that, but it was so embarrassing...

For some reason, she suddenly remembered the phrase he asked, "Do you want me to help you?"

No, no, of course not!

However, she was suddenly curious, if, in case, if she asked him to help, how would he help?

Suddenly, she remembered that his fingers were messing around in her legs, and then, the feeling of "integrating and mastering", is it like this?Damn, what a shame...

"Here we are." Wang Zichen looked at Lan Xinhui, seeing her covering her face in a daze.

"What are you thinking about?" He leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Still thinking about Che.Zhen?"

"Who said that? No!" She hurriedly denied it, looked up outside the car, and found that the car had been parked in the garage, she hurriedly opened the door and got out of the car.

Once home, she hid in the bathroom to take a shower.

When she came out of the shower, she saw him brushing her hair and walking over. He stared at her pink skin after the bath, and suddenly said, "I know what you were thinking when you were in the car."

He leaned over and blew in her ear: "Are you thinking, how can I help you?"

"No, I didn't think about these!" Lan Xinhui denied, she didn't want to admit that she was really thinking about these embarrassing things at that time!Although she denied it in her mouth, her blushing face had already indirectly admitted it.

As if he didn't see her blushing face, he sat down on the chair in front of the dressing table and waved to her: "Come and help me."

He clearly knew that he just asked her to brush his hair, but Lan Xinhui couldn't move her legs. Whenever she thought of the words "help me", she felt extremely ashamed.

Seeing her standing still, he smiled evilly and said, "Do you think I asked you to help me again..."

"No, I didn't think so," Lan Xinhui hurriedly replied, "I know you want me to wipe your hair for you." She took a few steps to his side, took the towel in his hand, and began to help He wipes his hair.

"Thank you!" He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her in front of him.He was sitting at a height where his head just reached her nipples. He lowered his head, bit the front of her pajamas, and pulled it away.

"Stop making trouble!" She wanted to stop him, but the sudden stimulation of her being sucked made her voice very strange, as if she was singing an invitation.

"Keep wiping, you don't stop, and I don't stop..." His voice came vaguely.She felt the warmth of his breath on her chest.At the same time, his big hands went down, one covering her breasts; the other went down into her legs.