Zhuo Jian suddenly felt a force that was not his own and felt a little numb. He raised his eyes to look at him: "Fu Yanye."
"Is this strength appropriate?"
"No need to knead."
An indescribable feeling surged through Zhuo Jian's body, the tip of her nose felt sore, and her eyes became hazy immediately, but she still spoke very softly.
"Then what were you doing just now?"
He held her ankle and raised his eyes to meet hers.
"I'm just bored."
She thought it was probably because of her prudery.
Then subconsciously do something to avoid that feeling.
Who knew he would misunderstand me.
In fact, just taking a bath is enough. Of course, a massage would be better, but does he need to do that?
It would be best for him to return to the indifferent Fu Yanye.
He is so abnormal now.
Fu Yanye massaged her for a while before getting up. He went to the bathroom to wash his hands. When he came out, he saw that she was still soaking in the sofa, so he looked at the bed again.
That bed used to be his, so he naturally lay down on it because Chengcheng was on it, so he went to tuck Chengcheng's bed.
Seeing him lying on the bed taking care of her son, Zhuo Jian felt a little nervous.
To be honest, she didn't feel awkward at all when she was having sex with him just to be with her sons some time ago, but now seeing him lying there, she felt particularly uncomfortable.
He had forgotten her.
Why are you still lying there?
That was the bed he allowed her to sleep on.
Fu Yanye didn't get up, and he didn't move until she finished soaking her feet. Zhuo Jian softly called out: "Fu Yanye."
For fear of disturbing the children, she didn't dare to shout a second time.
No response.
She wiped her feet to the bedside and found that he had fallen asleep.
Really...
I didn’t like sleeping with my son before, what’s wrong?
But thinking that he had a wound on his head, he didn't dare to disturb him anymore, so he covered him with the quilt.
Fu Yanye turned around, and when he opened his black eyes, he saw her in front of him.
Zhuo Jian: "..."
Fu Yanye just stared at her for a long time before asking: "Am I asleep?"
"It looks like it is."
Zhuo Jian's voice was still very soft, but her heart was already beating like thunder.
She wanted to get up, but before she could get up, Fu Yanye suddenly stood up and bumped his forehead against the tip of her nose.
"Um."
Her nose felt sour, and then tears came out.
"Feel sorry."
Fu Yanye lay back again, nervously watching her cover her nose and shed tears, and suddenly held her wrist: "Get away from me and see if there is any nosebleeds."
It was okay if he didn't say it. As soon as he said it, she suddenly felt something coming out of her nose, and then it continued to flow out from between her fingers. Her face turned pale, and she immediately took his hand away and ran to the bathroom.
Fu Yanye couldn't care less and hurriedly followed.
Three minutes later.
He was still standing beside her barefoot.
Zhuo Jian wiped her face and looked up at the person next to her in the mirror. He was holding a tissue waiting for her to use.
Zhuo Jian looked at him like that and suddenly wanted to laugh. She looked at him in the mirror and said, "I'm fine."
"I'll take a look and then talk."
He suddenly pinched her chin to make her face him, and then raised it.
Zhuo Jian raised his head and asked him to look at the red tip of his nose.
Fu Yanye's heart ached because she really didn't break her nose on purpose.
Zhuo Jian couldn't bear to see him so nervous, so she took his hand away and comforted him: "I'm really fine, good night, okay?"
"Um."
Fu Yanye was still a little worried, and after agreeing, he couldn't help but look at her.
Zhuo Jian lowered his head and looked at the hands held by the two people.
Or should I say, he was holding her hand.
Just now she just wanted to push his hand away, but somehow he held it.
Fu Yanye also lowered his head. When he saw that he was holding her hand, he didn't feel anything wrong. He raised it in front of the two of them and said, "Your hand is very cold."
