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

   Her little face became a little rosy, spreading to her ears, and even her neck was red.

   Under his cannibalistic dark eyes, Cheng Lianxun's whole body was burning with shame.

   "Brother Zhuo, how are you?"

   She was thin-skinned, and she was so ashamed that she acted like a tortoise, her little head rubbing against his neck.

   "I didn't do anything, what's wrong?"

   Zhuo Dingding hugged the delicate little body in his arms.

   She is eighteen years old, and she knows almost everything she should know.

   She is more attractive every day, but she is still too young.

   "It's bad." Cheng Lianxun's little fist smacked his shoulder, "You are the worst."

  I am ashamed.

   "You can only be called bad if you do bad things. Be careful that I am really bad for you."

   The cool big palm moved down and landed on her delicate and tender legs.

   The coolness of his palm seemed to carry fiery magic, which stimulated Cheng Lianxun to tremble.

   She knew in her heart.

  Brother Zhuo has always been measured. At most, he will scare her, and will not really do anything to her.

   "The book says that a man who endures too much is not good for his health."

   She knew from her intermittent shy voice that she dared not even look up at him.

   Zhuo Dingding's eyebrows moved slightly: "What book did you read?"

  Who showed her these messed up books?

Damn it.

   Her knowledge about this should be taught by him.

   "Just, just on the book."

   Little hands groped and climbed up his face.

   "What else does the book say?"

  The man sniffed the fragrance in her hair, rubbing the tip of his nose lightly.

   "The book said, said..." The soft and boneless little white hands climbed over the bridge of his tall nose, pulled down his eyelids, and told him to close his eyes, "You can use your hands..."

   The voice was so low that it was barely audible, but the two were too close together.

   In addition to Zhuo Dingding's good ear, he could hear everything without a word.

   His face sank, his breath unsteady.

  What books does she read!

"so what?"

   His ink eyes were pitch black and bottomless, and they strongly suppressed the turbulent undercurrent in the deepest part.

   "So you, don't bear it, I, I can help you..."

  Cheng Lianxun is really shameless.

  Knowing that he couldn't see his face, his hand was still firmly on his eyelids, preventing him from opening his eyes.

   At a steady speed.

  The back seat was silent, save for the man's increasingly heavier breathing.

   Zhuo Dingding tried his best to calm down, but his beloved little guy, it was the first time he talked about such a private topic, and he endured very hard and painful.

   Endure to the end, the effect is not good.

   "Little guy, you are still young, don't tempt me."

   Zhuo Dingding punitively bit her pink and tender earlobe.

   "Ah!" He bit hard, Cheng Lianxun shrank his neck in pain, and muttered in grievance, "I don't, I just want to help you."

   Brother Zhuo is good or bad, she is good for him, he even bites her.

   He is twenty-seven years old, and the book says that men of this age are the most vigorous.

   But she only turned eighteen last month.

   And he said, she wouldn't do that until she was twenty.

   There are still two years, what will he do?

   "How do you want to help?"

  The man's mellow voice was too hoarse.

   The picture was so tempting that he couldn't stand it just thinking about it.

   "Just, just..."

   She was embarrassed to say it, but the hand covering his eyes slowly moved down.

When    passed his **** lips that were thick and appropriate, the palm of his hand was suddenly kissed.

   The warm and sultry touch made her small body tremble slightly, but her hand did not retract stubbornly.

   Mingming is ashamed and afraid, but he is not afraid to throw himself into the fire.

   Her stubborn and youthful appearance made Zhuo Dingding more and more eager to move.

   But according to the speed at which she moved down, the little hand did not know when it would be able to move to the fire source.

  He was heartbroken, grabbed her little hand and put it on the belt.

   "Untangle!"

   It was her who provoked the head, but his command tone could not be refused.