Zhuo Jian was angry, and he actually said it didn't count.
"When you're in the car, that's where the love comes from."
"Whatever comes from love is obviously forced."
Zhuo Jian became even more angry, and her immature eyebrows wrinkled.
Fu Yanye looked at her like that, feeling worried but wanting to laugh, and also thinking...
How did he coax her before?
He wanted to get closer, wanted to stroke her hair and coax her not to be angry, but he was afraid that she would hate it.
There were still tears in her eyes, and she was tender and resentful.
Fu Yanye thought that he probably knew why they had three sons.
How could he bear it when she was like this?
Zhuo Jian was so worried that his whole body was hairy. She raised her hand and pushed him: "Get out of the way, I'm going back to the room."
Fu Yanye couldn't get away, so he couldn't help but hold her hand on his body, and then pressed her into his arms impatiently, very gently this time.
Zhuo Jian struggled twice, and then she heard him ask her very gently and helplessly: "What should I do to make you not angry?"
She stopped struggling and looked up at him, "Don't touch me."
"..."
Fu Yanye looked at her fierce and stubborn eyes, and the doting in her eyes was obvious.
He also wanted to promise her.
However, this was a torture that was incomparable to the top ten tortures in the Qing Dynasty.
It seems that once I encounter it, I no longer want to restrain myself.
Especially when she looks like this.
She had just taken a shower, and her whole body was covered with a layer of powder. Although she didn't apply any powder, it still made him want to cling to her.
Zhuo Jian looked at his embarrassed but not violent look, thought for a moment, and then said: "You never ask for my consent."
"..."
Fu Yanye looked at her, considering how true her words were.
"You don't believe it? Otherwise, why did I live in the house opposite before?"
She looked at his questioning look with keen eyes and asked him back.
Fu Yanye still remained silent.
"I don't need to lie to you, I..."
"Then we're not going to be okay?"
Fu Yanye interrupted her with a sudden question.
"No, no."
Zhuo Jian looked at his dark eyes and couldn't help but lowered her head with guilt when she said no.
"Not even once?"
Fu Yanye frowned.
"No."
Zhuo Jian put his hands behind his back uncomfortably, not even looking at him.
Only a sigh was heard.
"I do not believe."
Fu Yanye finally said these three words.
Zhuo Jian's heartbeat accelerated inexplicably, and she lowered her head and said, "I'm going back to the room, I'm sleepy."
"In addition to avoiding me, you are not willing to tell me the truth?"
"..."
Zhuo Jian raised her eyes to look at him, but she only saw the top button of his shirt and stopped, then lowered her eyes.
truth?
Do they love and hate each other?
"Go back to bed quickly. Sleeping late is not good for your recovery."
"Zhuo Jian."
Fu Yanye called her again with some persistence.
After all, Zhuo Jian couldn't stand it anymore, and raised her eyes to look at him, "How could it not be? Otherwise, how could we hate each other so much later? But it's all over, and you don't remember that anymore."
She was very angry, her chest was full of anger.
Fu Yanye knew that what she said was the truth.
He also knew that he really couldn't ask any more questions.