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

For such a serious matter as a marriage proposal, it must leave an extremely deep impression on her, and it cannot be so casual.

"Ah?" Cheng Lianxun pouted dissatisfiedly, "But I promised to marry you."

"I heard." Zhuo Dingding squeezed some body lotion into his palm, and gently wiped it on her body, "So when I propose, you can't refuse."

"You just said that it doesn't count." She had the illusion that she had been tricked.

The marriage proposal just now doesn't count, but she was deprived of the chance to choose again?

"Is it true, but I heard your answer." Zhuo Dingding raised her white and slender arms, and carefully applied the body wash.

The white foam hit her body, matching her fair and tender skin, making his eyes darken and darken, sinking and sinking.

While thinking about it, he unconsciously increased the strength of his hand, but he was afraid that it would hurt her too much, and damage this fragile and fragile body.

"Your marriage proposal doesn't even count, so my answer can't be... ah!"

Cheng Lianxun's small body trembled, and with a sudden scream, he quickly grabbed the big hand on his chest.

"It's been washed here, let's wash it in another place." She blushed and dared not look at him.

Just wash it, why pinch her, and pinch her so hard, it hurts her.

"It's not clean, I'll wash it lightly." Zhuo Dingding tempted, and gently opened her hand.

He washed his, Cheng Lianxun obediently stood still.

But neither of them spoke, the shower was turned off, and there was no sound of water. In the silent atmosphere, Cheng Lianxun felt the temperature suddenly soar, and his cheeks were hot.

"I, let me wash it myself." She tried to push his hand away, but it didn't work.

As soon as this side was pushed away, another side attacked her. She was not as strong as him, and her movements were not as fast as his. She was not his opponent at all.

"Don't move around, the wound will be involved later, you will hurt."

Zhuo Dingding also stopped playing, and if he continued to toss, he would lose control and couldn't stand it.

"Then hurry up." Cheng Lianxun urged, the blush never faded from her face.

"Okay." Zhuo Dingding turned on the shower and washed the foam off her body.

Zhuo Dingding wanted to wash it off quickly, but he couldn't help but do it again.

This movement dawdled for more than ten minutes, until the little guy was panting and crying for mercy in his hands.

When he carried her back to the bed, the little guy turned his back to him as soon as he put her down, looking angry.

"Lying on your side will press on the wound, it's better for you to lie on your back." Zhuo Dingding pulled the quilt over her.

Cheng Lianxun muttered something under the quilt and continued to lie on his side.

The 1.8 meter hospital bed was huge, and after turning off the lights, Zhuo Dingding also lay down on it, and gently hugged her from behind.

When he hugged her small waist, his big palms got in from the hem of the clothes restlessly, touching the skin.

"Why are you so hot?" He propped himself up above her, speaking anxiously, "Could it be a fever?"

Her forehead was wrapped with gauze, so she couldn't detect the temperature of her forehead. Just in case, Zhuo Dingding reached out to ring the bell beside the bed, wanting to call the nurse to come over and take a look.

But Cheng Lianxun stopped him in time: "I don't have a fever."

"Why are you so hot if you don't have a fever? It's better to ask the nurse to take your temperature." Zhuo Dingding was worried, and still wanted to ring the bell.

"Oh!" Cheng Lianxun shyly snatched back his hand, her cheeks flushed, her eyes flickering, "Isn't it because you just, just now... take a rest and you won't be hot anymore."