He let go of his mouth and carefully tasted the bitter taste of the Chinese medicine in his mouth, his dark eyes still staring at her.
Zhuo Jian still couldn't move her hand until he noticed it and then took the initiative to let go of her.
"right!"
Zhuo Jian smiled awkwardly but politely, and when he was about to put it in his mouth again, he suddenly remembered that he had just taken it, and unconsciously turned sideways in embarrassment.
Fu Yanye looked at her little movements. She obviously wanted to rub the place where he had taken her, but she was embarrassed because he was in the way.
"Drink it quickly. It is a bitter medicine, but it must be drunk while it is hot."
Fu Yanye suddenly reminded him mercilessly.
Zhuo Jian turned to look at him, not wanting to drink anymore.
"Why don't you drink it quickly? It's grandma's idea."
Fu Yanye saw her in a mood and urged her.
"You, don't you have mysophobia?"
Zhuo Jian had no choice but to change the topic.
Just now, he didn't dislike it at all?
Or is it her illusion?
His disgust is in his heart, not on his face?
"We have three children, how can I be a germophobe?"
Fu Yanye asked her back.
It turns out that's why.
Zhuo Jian understood, nodded, and wiped the mouth without leaving a trace. She didn't care whether he was there or not, and put it in her mouth again.
Fu Yanye stared at her and smiled unconsciously.
Suddenly very angry.
Why does she seem to be more mysophobic than him, a mysophobic person?
They even gave birth to children.
He looked at her and gradually saw her pink lips.
He didn't believe he had never kissed that mouth.
I must have kissed them everywhere.
Fu Yanye started to look at her from top to bottom as he thought about it, then turned around and left in annoyance: "I'm going to take a shower first."
"..."
Zhuo Jian quietly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking you should go wash it quickly.
She loosened the Chinese medicine packet, exhaled, and then started drinking again.
After sitting on the bed, she looked inside and thought for a while. He was not in good health, so she should continue to sleep on the bed. It would be more suitable for her to sleep on the sofa.
But last time she slept on the sofa, how did she end up sleeping on the bed?
He must have hugged me, so was it midnight or early in the morning?
If it's morning it's fine, if it's midnight...
So, they didn't sleep together?
Will he suddenly feel sick when he regains his memory?
After all, he wouldn't let her sleep in that room before.
But......
That day, she woke up in the master bedroom.
Why did she wake up in the master bedroom?
Why did he say he wanted to talk?
What else is he going to talk about?
Is that what she originally wanted? Does he want to break up peacefully? Or does he want to stop bullying her and live a good life with her for the sake of their children?
Ordinary, living like an ordinary family.
She had fantasized about that.
When Fu Yanye came out of the shower, he saw her sitting by the bed in a daze. He didn't rush over and just stood behind and watched quietly.
No clue at all.
Nothing but hearing is hearing.
They had three children, how could he forget her?
Forgotten so cleanly.
How much happened between them?
Zhuo Jian's cell phone rang. Zhuo Jian took it out from his pocket, saw it was Sheng Xin, and picked it up: "Sheng Xin."
"Well, Fu Yanye hasn't recovered his memory yet?"
Sheng Xin asked her.
"Um."
The two of them were talking on the phone, but Fu Yanye frowned.
Sheng Xin?
Are they still in contact?
"Well, you can ask him, but..."
Zhuo Jian thought that he probably couldn't remember it, so she just turned her head to look, and found him standing behind her. She unconsciously wondered when he was standing there.