Zhuo Jian saw that he was looking at her with such deep black eyes, and it was obvious that he had misunderstood something. She looked at him and chuckled unconsciously.
She put the table back, then turned over and lay in the middle of the big bed, saying without waking up, "Do you think I hid it?"
"..."
Fu Yanye looked at her with dark eyes. At this moment, he seemed to suddenly understand something.
Zhuo Jian sighed helplessly and turned away to look at him.
She might as well continue sleeping.
Seeing that she was not going to explain anymore, Fu Yanye stood by the bed for a long time, then glanced at the two familiar people, turned around to get his pajamas, and then walked unhurriedly towards the bathroom.
Zhuo Jian later opened her eyes again, but she was too sleepy, so she fell asleep before he came back.
Fu Yanye came out and went to bed, but he lay beside her for a long time and couldn't close his eyes, he just kept looking at her.
He put it away.
Then what?
He raised his hand and gently pinched a bunch of her short hair, and after a long time, he put it down for her.
In all the photos, she has long hair.
But when he forgot that memory and met her again, she had short hair.
Does she really like short hair?
Or is she unwilling to let him get the long hair she likes again?
Zhuo Jian turned over and continued to sleep.
Fu Yanye's hand had to fall, but he continued to think about the news about them on the Internet behind her back, which seemed to have happened in an unknown lifetime.
Is it all because of him that she is so thin and weak and covered in injuries?
In the darkness, his strong arms gently rested on her slim waist.
It was so thin there that he didn't dare to press on it.
But he couldn't help but hug her tightly.
Zhuo Jian was sleeping in a daze, feeling like she was about to be strangled to death. She couldn't help but groaned twice and muttered: "Husband, it's good to strangle."
"..."
Fu Yanye immediately raised his hand into the air.
Zhuo Jian suddenly turned around and fell asleep. She reached out her hand to his waist and hugged him.
Fu Yanye didn't dare to move or even breathe.
She is still sleeping.
That husband just now...
Before he could figure it out, her face was pressed into his chest.
He felt that his heart was beating too fast and he might be about to die.
Zhuo Jian also felt that his heartbeat was so fast, so she put her hand on his heart, then continued to lie down on him, hugging him and falling asleep.
Fu Yanye's dark eyes gradually became more and more lost, gentler and more joyful.
Her subconscious behavior when she fell asleep?
Is this why she won't let him sleep with her?
Afraid that he would know how much she cares about him? How accustomed she is to him?
She indeed called him husband before.
Fu Yanye was excited and gently put his hand on her body again.
The night is getting quieter and quieter, and there is nothing to disturb the surroundings.
And he could smell the fragrance of her hair, feel her body temperature, and hold her petite body.
Early the next morning, Zhuo Jian woke up and found herself in his broad arms.
When she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was his chest, and then slowly looking up, she saw his sleeping face clearly.
Then, pounding.
The sound of gunshots ringing in the heart.
Zhuo Jian looked at him and felt that they were together when she was pregnant with Chengcheng.
She felt her heart, and when she found that there was no rejection in her heart, she quietly put her face there again.
His chest was still as warm as ever.
And he is not indifferent now.
She hugged him, making no sound, just hugging him, and then tears silently flowed down the corners of her eyes.
