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

"No, no!" Cheng Lianxun quickly denied.

She can guarantee that if she says she wants to get married, maybe he can make a wedding tomorrow.

What was wrong with asking just now, why did you ask this right out of the mouth?

"Then why did you ask like that just now?" Zhuo Dingding raised her tender chin to let her look at him, and said earnestly and affectionately, "I want to get married."

Cheng Lianxun's heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

"Marry you."

The heartbeat is getting faster and faster.

"Are you going to marry or not?"

It was over, as if my heart was about to pop out of my chest.

"Answer." Zhuo Dingding bowed his head, his thin lips gently rubbed against her delicate lips, and his voice was low, "Huh?"

Cheng Lianxun's head was swollen, not because of pain, but because of dizziness.

"Marry." Her eyes flickered with shame, and her little face was so red that juice could be squeezed out.

Zhuo Dingding grabbed her lips hard and sucked hard, but he didn't dare to break in and kiss her deeply for fear of hurting the wound on her cheek.

The lips rubbed together and pecked a few times, Zhuo Dingding let her go, worried that if he kissed again, he would not be able to help but want more.

Cheng Lianxun was carried under the shower, and someone reached out and unbuttoned her blouse.

"I'll do it myself." She immediately grabbed his hand, and then unbuttoned it on her own.

Zhuo Dingding looked at her with her head lowered, earnestly unbuttoning one after another, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise.

"Is there any difference between you and me?"

Anyway, the buttons had to be undone in front of him, and the clothes had to be taken off before his eyes.

Cheng Lianxun paused for unbuttoning his hand, and after two seconds of silence, he raised his eyes and stared at him in embarrassment.

Zhuo Dingding's smile grew stronger.

"Stand obediently, I'll do it." He reached out and unbuttoned the last button.

When the jacket was lifted from both sides, Cheng Lianxun blushed and sighed inwardly.

Forget it, brother Zhuo has a thick skin anyway, so she just pretends to wash it herself, and just close her eyes and not look at it.

When his body felt cool for a while, he said hoarsely: "Lift your feet."

She lifted her foot silently.

Then, there was no sound from the bathroom at all, and nothing else from him.

In the eerie silence, she opened her eyes suspiciously.

"ah!"

When he opened his eyes, he saw his magnified handsome face, and his two eyes as deep as ink stared straight at her, like a wolf king who came out to hunt in the dark, which shocked her.

"Why do you close your eyes?" Zhuo Dingding backed away a little, and took down the shower above her head.

She didn't even know how attractive she was when she stood obediently and let him do whatever he wanted.

In order to restrain himself, he tried not to look at her from the neck down.

But the two of them were so familiar and intimate that even if he didn't look at her, he would automatically see how alluring and sinful her delicate, flower-like body was.

"I..." The blush never faded from Cheng Lianxun's face, "I'm shy."

"It's not the first time to help you take a bath, so don't be shy."

Zhuo Dingding turned on the switch, and warm water poured down from her shoulders.

"Even if it's not the first or first time, I'm still shy." Cheng Lianxun spoke in a lower voice, blushing more and more.

She has a thin skin and doesn't want to talk about this embarrassing topic.

Wanting to quickly change the subject, she casually said, "Brother Zhuo, were you proposing just now?"

As soon as the words came out, she regretted it.

It's not a good topic either!

Zhuo Dingding thought about it seriously.

The marriage proposal just now was too simple, he didn't plan to say anything, and the timing and occasion were not right.

So he said, "No."