"If you really don't like it, just keep it longer."
The girl's voice is gentle and gentle, and she sounds like someone who is easy to bully.
——
The sound inside continued. The shopkeeper searched for the word "Zhuo Jian", and suddenly some memories overlapped.
It turns out they really are a couple.
Moreover, it has been reported several times on the Internet that they are going to divorce.
Why do you look like you're not in love yet?
More than ambiguous.
The shopkeeper glanced inside again, then silently walked to the door, closed it, and stood outside to enjoy the cold wind for a while.
The most difficult thing in the world to let go of is feelings.
He lit a cigarette, then looked at the luxury car not far ahead, but gradually fell into his past.
Zhuo Jian tested the water temperature and made sure it was suitable before rinsing the foam from his hair.
Her hands were also gentle and gentle, as if she was afraid of hurting him, so she used very light force.
Fu Yanye wanted to sink a little bit.
This feeling is not very real.
"Is it strong?"
Zhuo Jian thought of the bruises on his brain and couldn't help but ask him in a low voice.
"Um?"
Fu Yanye came to his senses, but didn't hear clearly.
"I'm asking you if your strength is too heavy. If so, I'll be gentler."
Zhuo Jian moved slightly closer to him, but his voice was still as soft as before.
Fu Yanye suddenly opened his eyes and saw clearly the person in front of him.
She looked very pious now, but he knew that she was definitely not like that deep down.
She hid that rebellious little Jian Jian.
His hand couldn't help but hold her wrist.
Zhuo Jian's movements were stagnant, and the water from the showerhead was still flowing. She looked at him, her expression calm, but her heart was filled with excitement.
"Speak close to my ear."
Fu Yanye's dark eyes stared at her as he prompted.
Zhuo Jian's heart suddenly beat like thunder, and she quickly escaped from his palm.
But the place on my wrist where he had held it left a red stain that refused to go away.
Fu Yanye felt her hand move on his head again, but the water flow soon stopped.
Zhuo Jian put the shower head in place, then turned around to get a disposable disinfectant towel and shook it out.
"Can you wipe it yourself?"
"The service must be in place, you come."
Fu Yanye still lay still.
Zhuo Jian looked at his shameless look and sighed secretly. She couldn't refuse at all and obediently helped him wipe his hair.
Later, he sat in front of the mirror again. Zhuo Jian took a hair dryer and dried his hair herself.
He felt disgusted with everything here.
But he cherished everything that happened here.
Zhuo Jian found that the man in the mirror had been looking at her, and her mouth moved in embarrassment.
But because her mouth moved, Fu Yanye's breathing became much longer.
At that moment he wanted to take her into his eyes.
In fact, he would rather she come to him, or sit on his lap.
I don’t know if she had ever sat on his lap and blew his hair before.
He thought that if there was, he would not be able to control it.
That little girl has grown into a fragrant woman, with a bit of spiciness.
Fu Yanye wanted to pull her into his arms, but in the end he just kept staring at her.
These short twenty minutes were extremely painful for Zhuo Jian.
She suddenly couldn't remember why the two of them ended up here.
And as soon as he came in, he got straight to the point.