Fu Yanye hugged her waist, buried his head under her heart, and whispered: "My head hurts a little."
"That......"
"Don't move, just wait a moment."
Fu Yanye comforted her in a low voice and just held her closer.
Zhuo Jian lowered her eyes and looked at him like that, and suddenly her heart ached.
How could she still quarrel with him when he suffered brain trauma?
Was what he just said so unpleasant that he was irritated?
Zhuo Jian silently blamed himself a thousand times and did not dare to move again.
"If it still hurts after a while, we will go to the hospital."
She coaxed softly.
"Um."
Fu Yanye agreed, but just hugged her tighter.
The pajamas she wore were originally super sexy ones, but they were still very short. When he hugged her, the hem would ride up.
But Zhuo Jian didn't have time to care about it and couldn't think of this. She was just worried about him.
——
When Zhuo Jian woke up the next morning, he was in Fu Yanye's arms.
Well, the person who said he wanted to sleep in the guest room ended up sleeping on the big bed in the master bedroom.
When she opened her eyes, Chengcheng had already been taken away, and they were alone on the bed.
Zhuo Jian looked at his refreshed appearance, her heart trembled involuntarily, and she had a conditioned reflex to leave.
Fu Yanye held her back from behind and whispered, "Be careful, good morning."
Zhuo Jian blushed and had to calm down: "Good morning."
Then they looked at each other with their own thoughts.
Fu Yanye couldn't bear it anymore and told her in a low voice: "I slept well last night."
"..."
"The same to you!"
"..."
Zhuo Jian broke into a sweat and could not refute.
She did sleep well last night.
She had been having trouble sleeping the past few days. She tossed and turned in bed at night, finally fell asleep in the second half of the night, and then woke up at dawn in the morning.
Every day is like competing with the sun to see who can rise first, until today.
The sun is already very high outside.
The hand behind his back moved slightly, Zhuo Jian came back to his senses, and looked directly at him with clear eyes: "Do you still have a headache?"
"Well...a little more."
Fu Yanye thought of the scene last night when she asked him to hold her to sleep, and said slowly.
"Why does it still hurt? Then let's get up and go to the hospital for a checkup?"
Zhuo Jian asked him worriedly.
Fu Yanye felt her crawling above his head. He lowered his head and smelled the fragrance again.
After holding on for less than ten seconds, he suddenly hugged her and pressed her down. He grabbed her wrists with both hands and pressed them on the sheets. He looked straight at her with his dark eyes, "I lied to you, it doesn't hurt anymore."
"..."
Zhuo Jian looked at him blankly.
"I just want you not to push me away."
Fu Yanye's eyes were much deeper, and the words he spoke sounded like those of a three-year-old child.
"Then you, your headache last night was also fake?"
Zhuo Jian suddenly thought of this.
"No, it's true that I had a headache last night, it's true that I don't have any pain this morning, and it's even more true that I want to sleep with my wife."
Fu Yanye looked at her, looked up and down, and couldn't help but feel a little headache again.
He wants more.
"dad."
Suddenly there was a loud voice at the door.
Then came the sound of unsteady footsteps, very quickly.
Fu Yanye couldn't bear to part with the people under him.
But the little guy had already run to the bedside and said, "Dad, get up."
Fu Yanye frowned helplessly.
Zhuo Jian turned her back to Chengcheng in embarrassment and reminded the person on her body in a low voice: "Not suitable for children."
Fu Yanye looked at her pink face, sighed helplessly, and turned to look at his son.