Zhuo Jian's hand couldn't hold him until he voluntarily stood up straighter, his forehead pressed against hers, strong male hormones surrounded her, and his voice gradually became a little unwilling: "Why don't you call me husband?"
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"Stop making trouble, the door is open."
Zhuo Jian reminded him in a low voice.
Fortunately, there is really no one else living on this floor.
"So what? My wife and I, baby, you know? You will call me that in your sleep."
In his low and hoarse voice, he told her things that she didn't even know.
Zhuo Jian looked up at him in disbelief.
Fu Yanye smiled proudly, raised his hand, and touched her lips that were a little swollen from his kiss with his thumb, "Don't call me Fu Yanye, husband is what you should call me."
"You didn't allow me to call you husband before."
Zhuo Jian thinks that he is a person who likes rituals very much, but she doesn't want to just satisfy him.
"Um?"
As expected, Fu Yanye frowned after hearing her words.
"You said I'm not worthy of being called your husband or your wife, but you took me in all because of your sons."
"..."
Fu Yanye's eyebrows furrowed deeper and deeper.
Zhuo Jian's eyes gradually became more playful, "You also said that if I dare to call you nonsense again, I will be kicked out of City A."
"I do not believe."
Fu Yanye resisted unhappily.
"Yuan Man, Wang Rui and others all know that you hate me to that extent."
"If a man really hates you, he won't touch you."
Fu Yanye suddenly pressed her lips with his thumb again, not allowing her to say anything that could not be verified as true or false, and then denied her according to his current thoughts.
Zhuo Jian's heart was shaken.
So how did he feel about her at that time?
While being cruel to her, he was also flirting with her.
Why.
Thinking of those things, Zhuo Jian's mind was in a mess and she had no confidence.
"So, call me husband."
"I do not want."
Zhuo Jian still resisted.
Fu Yanye was a little helpless, so he had to put his hands in her shirt and threaten: "Are you going to scream or not?"
"You can't force me like this. It's you who asked me to call you husband, and it's you who said I'm not worthy. How on earth are you going to stop being so persistent?"
Zhuo Jian coquettishly started to argue with him, pressing her hands on his arms, almost pushing herself up until her feet were off the ground.
Fu Yanye simply picked her up and stared at her ambiguously with his dark eyes: "Unless..."
"What?"
"Do you want to do something tonight to help your memory come back?"
Fu Yanye looked at her deeply, his deep voice was very seductive.
Zhuo Jian's face felt hot, "What about me?"
"I can do it myself."
He lowered his eyes and saw the shirt that was tightly wrapped around her.
Zhuo Jian raised her hand and covered his eyes: "Fu Yanye, you rogue."
Fu Yanye acknowledged her unhurriedly and covered his eyes until she was silent, then he suddenly attacked and kissed her lips.
Zhuo Jian didn't expect that he would suddenly kiss her, like a little girl, she was tempted to death by him.
"Baby, I think doing it with you might be the most effective way. Can we try it again?"
He suddenly became gentle and kissed her while talking to her in a consultative tone.
That night, before he completely lost his mind, he said the same thing.
Zhuo Jian was actually unable to think anymore. He hugged her and kissed her, and she was confused.
The elevator stopped after going up. It wasn't until he pressed the switch that it slowly opened.
