As the night gets deeper, there are two people in the bed.
Fu Yanye was wearing pajamas and pajamas, hugged her from behind and murmured: "Good night."
Zhuo Jian: "..."
Who said she wouldn't touch him if she didn't speak?
She was torn between pretending to be asleep and reminding him, until he whispered in her ear again: "Jian Jian, thank you for being willing to give birth to them under such circumstances."
Did he think it was for him?
Zhuo Jian moved forward slightly, but she could move her feet and upper body, except for the middle part, which was tightly held by him. And when she moved like this, he followed her, as if her posture was even more ambiguous.
Her heart beat faster and she was about to speak.
"Your heart is beating so fast."
His hand fell from her nightgown to her heart.
Zhuo Jian's face turned red, and she reached out to hold his hand in an attempt to push his hand away.
But the night was so late, she was so tired, and the man behind her seemed to have anticipated everything she wanted to do.
At that moment, only the moonlight outside the window shone on the bed.
He stood up suddenly, turned her over, and stared at her with his dark eyes, "Aren't you pretending to be asleep?"
"You're not talking, are you?"
Fu Yanye looked at her coquettish expression with a straight face and ignored her, then lowered his eyes to kiss her.
Zhuo Jian twisted her neck hard to avoid being kissed by him.
But not only did he not kiss her, but when he looked at her scared look with his dark eyes, he couldn't help but smile.
Well, he missed her again.
He thought he had lost her completely.
But in this very deep and cold night.
After he finished socializing, he was sent here. He thought that everything must not be a dream.
He came back to verify this.
In his heart he wanted her to respond very passionately, to tell him that she was back.
Even if she cuts her hair short and wants to start from scratch, they both have to start from scratch.
That's not terrible.
As long as she no longer thinks about leaving him.
What hurt him the most?
Did she ask the doctor to tell him that they would never have to meet again in this life when she was in the hospital and her life or death was unknown?
Or is it because she and Sheng Xin are flirting with each other?
Deliberately pretending to be very close to Sheng Xin in front of him, calling her husband and saying that the baby is Sheng Xin's?
Fu Yanye was in a stalemate with her calmly, and he suddenly enjoyed this feeling.
She was right in front of him now, in his arms, within his reach.
He gently touched her face with his hand, looked at her with gentle eyes, and kissed her eyebrow gently.
Zhuo Jian couldn't hide away because he wouldn't really let her hide away.
He hugged her and kissed her with all his tenderness, his hand on her heart constantly pushing her away.
He was familiar with this feeling, even though it had been a long time since she had done this to him.
He murmured: "Baby, I want you to touch me, even if you reject me."
Zhuo Jian's palms felt numb and she wanted to let go immediately, but their chests were pressed together, so she pressed against him again, feeling his strong heartbeat and his hot heart.
Then his kiss moved from her skin to her lips.
His slow and lingering kiss seemed to swallow her into his belly.
In his palm was her soft slender waist. Her waist was a little cold, so he couldn't help but squeeze it twice more.
Zhuo Jian reflexively tightened her waist, but it fit him better.
Fu Yanye felt happy in her heart, even the corners of her eyes were raised, and then the kiss became more and more passionate.
Zhuo Jian was almost out of breath due to his gag. She moved her hands from his heart to his shoulders, but with a little force, her shoulders started to hurt before he felt any pain.
