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

"Let me come!" Lan Xinhui wanted to take back her vegetable basket, but Wang Zichen refused, "I'll carry it for you, give me some vegetables!"

"Okay," Lan Xinhui agreed, anyway, she often gave vegetables to others.

When coming down from the top floor, Lan Xinhui likes to take the stairs after all, because walking the stairs can exercise her body.Moreover, the elevator was relatively busy at this time, and she was almost walking home while waiting for the elevator.

"Let me take it," she wanted to take back her vegetable basket: "I'll go down the stairs."

"I'll go with you." Wang Zichen said, "At this time, it's almost dark, and it's not safe for you to walk the elevator alone."

"It's okay." Lan Xinhui said, she often walked up the stairs and never encountered anything unusual.

But it's strange to say, but when she was with Wang Zichen, she encountered things that she had never encountered before.

After entering the stairwell, because the light is relatively dim, it looks a bit dark inside.

Lan Xinhui was about to stomp her feet to turn on the voice-activated light, when she was suddenly stopped by Wang Zichen.

"You—" Lan Xinhui was about to ask him what he was doing when he suddenly covered her mouth.

"There seems to be someone inside." Wang Zichen whispered in her ear.

Why didn't someone turn on the light in the stairwell?Lan Xinhui was thinking about this question when she suddenly heard a very small sound coming from a corner in the stairwell.

Lan Xinhui's ears pricked up involuntarily, and when she listened carefully, she heard the sound of panting, a man and a woman panting.

"No." A girl's thin voice was very young.

"Touch it for me..." It was also a very young boy's voice, with an emotional hoarseness: "Touch it for me..."

Although she couldn't see clearly at all, she could guess what was going on inside when she heard such a sound, and Lan Xinhui's face began to heat up.

And Wang Zichen was still covering her mouth at this time, she felt a little suffocated, and couldn't help struggling and twisting.

Wang Zichen at the back suddenly took a breath, this time Lan Xinhui realized that Wang Zichen was very close to her, she was almost embraced by him, and she even felt the changes in his body.

Lan Xinhui felt her whole body burning hot, my God, how could this happen!

In the darkness of the stairwell, the boy's panting became more and more urgent, and then he let out a muffled grunt.

Immediately afterwards, the girl exclaimed "Ah—"

The sound triggered the voice-activated lights, and there was a sudden light in the stairwell.

Lan Xinhui blinked, and saw that the two people who were hugging each other in the stairwell quickly separated.

She saw that the two of them were actually wearing school uniforms, obviously they were only middle school students.

"Xin, sister Xinhui?" The girl's face turned pale with fright, and she looked at Lan Xinhui in panic.

Lan Xinhui recognized that it was a girl who lived in the same unit, she seemed to be called Jiajia, and she was only a sophomore in high school.

Seeing her being so frightened, Lan Xinhui couldn't help but sigh to herself: "Hurry up and go home!"

"Sister Xinhui, can you not tell my parents?" The girl begged in a low voice, her voice full of tears.

"It's very dark inside. I just came here and I didn't see anything." Lan Xinhui said, she was not a gossip in the first place, and now that the girl is scared like this, she will definitely not make trouble again.

The two middle school students thanked Lan Xinhui and left quickly.

It was only then that Lan Xinhui noticed that she was still leaning against Wang Zichen's arms, although his hand covering her mouth was removed at some point, and it was now wrapping around her shoulders.He didn't know when the vegetable basket he was carrying was thrown aside by him.

She hadn't noticed that they were standing so intimately, Lan Xinhui felt her face was about to burn.