The President is Too Fierce: Sweet Wife, Be Nice!

I feel a little greasy and uncomfortable.

"I'll wash it for you." Zhuo Dingding stretched out his hand naturally, wanting to carry her to the bathroom.

"No need." Cheng Lianxun hurriedly pushed his hand away, her face flushed slightly, "I can wash it myself."

She just wanted to ask, should she be able to take a bath?

After all, there is no injury on the body, just be careful not to touch the water above the neck.

"You're injured, it's inconvenient." Zhuo Dingding ignored her and insisted on hugging her.

She nestled on the sofa as a small one, Zhuo Dingding scooped her up with his long arms, and easily picked her up by the waist.

The moment the whole person was lifted, Cheng Lianxun reflexively wrapped his arms around his neck. His movements were very gentle and did not shake her head.

I don't know if the wound on my forehead is big or deep, but it's always throbbing and painful, and the throbbing makes my whole head ache.

"My hand is not injured, so it won't be inconvenient." When she was carried to the bathroom by him, she still wanted to take a bath by herself.

Even though he has helped her do a lot of private things like bathing, he still can't get used to it, and it makes her shy every time.

"I think it's inconvenient for you." Zhuo Dingding insisted on entering the bathroom.

He was already injured, but if he accidentally slipped and fell, the injury would be even worse.

So it was impossible for him to let her take a bath by herself.

Cheng Lianxun couldn't refute anything, and didn't want to argue with him because of the headache, so he blushed and let him go.

Zhuo Dingding put her on the sink, and he went to adjust the water temperature first.

When the water in the shower rushed out, Cheng Lianxun looked at him.

Standing in front of the gleaming white wall, he is tall and straight, the collar of his white shirt is slightly open, and his collarbone can be seen vaguely.

The cuffs are rolled up to the elbows, and the forearm is clearly textured, which looks very powerful.

The left hand that tried the water temperature was slender and wide, the water column rushed onto his hand and then slipped away from the fingertips, making her unable to help but think of the sense of security when he was firmly held by his hands.

His palm was huge, big enough to wrap her fist in one.

Sensing that her gaze had been on him, Zhuo Dingding looked over.

Her petite figure was on the well-behaved sink, with her two calves dangling slightly.

She didn't wear shoes, and her little feet were tender, white and tender, so attractive that his eyes narrowed when he saw her.

The Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his eyes moved up and landed on her face, but he saw her eyes full of tenderness, staring straight at his hands.

"What's wrong?" he asked softly.

Is the little guy distracted again?

"Brother Zhuo." Cheng Lianxun looked at him, not knowing what he was thinking, and asked with a twitch, "Do you want to get married?"

"..." Zhuo Dingding shook his hand holding the shower, he was shocked, and immediately smiled, "Are you proposing marriage?"

The little guy wants to get married?

"No, no." Cheng Lianxun's cheeks were blushing, and she moved her eyes away in shame, not daring to look at him again, "It's you who asked for marriage."

The last half of her sentence was as quiet as a mosquito, and there was still water in the bathroom, Zhuo Dingding would never hear it.

It doesn't matter if you can't hear it, Zhuo Dingding looked at her small pink mouth opening and closing, and could guess what she was muttering.

Zhuo Dingding chuckled, turned the water temperature up a bit, turned it off and walked towards her.

He was just teasing her, and he couldn't let her do such a thing as a marriage proposal.

Zhuo Dingding bent down, put his arms on the sink beside her legs, and smiled like a sly old fox: "Baby wants to get married?"