He came out wearing only a bath towel, and his figure was really visible.
But Fu Yanye took another step closer and suddenly leaned over her ear: "Sleep together."
"no."
Zhuo Jian backed away and resisted.
"I am your husband."
"I know."
"Zhuo Jian, sooner or later we have to sleep together."
Fu Yanye made it clear.
"..."
She also knows this.
"So, please."
Fu Yanye looked at her with dark eyes, begging in a particularly accommodating way.
Zhuo Jian felt hot in her heart and pursed her lips.
Fu Yanye noticed her little movements and moved closer.
Zhuo Jian tilted his head back, and his small waist was immediately held in his arms.
The two hearts seemed to be getting closer to each other. Zhuo Jian looked at him, his heart beating faster and he could no longer resist.
Fu Yanye stopped talking, his eyes understood everything, and he lowered his head to kiss her.
"Goodbye first."
"Um?"
Her expression became more and more shy as she looked at him, and her face became redder and redder. If it hadn't been for the pleasant mint smell that suddenly hit her face after washing up on him, she would have been so hot that she would bleed.
"Your towel fell off."
Zhuo Jian said to him shyly, lowering his eyes and not daring to look around.
Fu Yanye lowered his head and glanced at the bath towel that fell on the ground, then looked at her again, "It's not like I've never seen it before."
"That's not possible, ah."
In an instant, Zhuo Jian was off the ground. She was so flustered that she hugged his neck out of habit.
There was a smile in Fu Yanye's dark eyes, and he carried her to the bed.
"How did you figure it out?"
Fu Yanye asked in a low voice, kissing her forehead, the tip of her nose, and her lips.
She actually didn't really want to resist, sometimes she just wanted to make him angry on purpose, but he wanted to...
What's the point of being polite between husband and wife?
She hugged him again, "I can't figure out what else to do?"
Fu Yanye smiled: "No."
Zhuo Jian also smiled and asked him to kiss her.
"Mommy..."
Then the door was gently pushed open from the outside. The squeak was not loud, but the sound of "Mummy" made the two people on the bed stiffen.
Chengcheng stood at the door and looked at his parents on the bed. He didn't think much about it. After entering, he opened the door gently and walked to the bed.
Fu Yanye heard the door being closed and asked in a low voice, "He left?"
Zhuo Jian didn't dare to speak because she was listening carefully.
"No."
Soon, she heard Chengcheng's footsteps.
Fu Yanye frowned, but he turned around and saw Chengcheng crawling onto the bed.
Zhuo Jian followed his gaze and immediately raised her hand to push Fu Yanye, "Quick, get up."
Fu Yanye sighed irritably, then turned over and lay on her side as if dead.
"Mommy, Chengcheng wants to sleep with Mommy and Daddy."
"good."
"Don't call me daddy."
Fu Yanye educated him irritably.
Chengcheng ignored her, went to bed and lay next to Zhuo Jian, with definite happiness on her face.
Fu Yanye turned around upset, leaned against her back and muttered: "What's wrong with him?"
"That's what kids are like."
Zhuo Jian whispered back to him, then hugged Chengcheng and patted her gently, "Go to sleep."
"Mommy, Chengcheng wants to hear a bedtime story."
Chengcheng looked at her, feeling a little energetic.